I clutched the steak knife in my hand, as I felt the blood trickling down my arm. My eyes felt wet and my heart was heavy. I almost felt empty minded. It was like a dream, where all I felt was numbness. However, like all good dreams; It had to come to an end. In a panic, I started checking my arm, and only seeing the open wounds that would later become scars. A month before, I found out that people actually did lacerate themselves on purpose and all I could do is ask myself why. Why would someone actually want to mutilate themselves? I promised myself I would be the exception, and I would never do it. Yet, here I was doing exactly that.
My ethics are usually more important to me than this, but cutting gave me the relief I was seeking. Could I really give up relief just because my ethics didn't approve? Then there became the answer of what if somebody found out? My ethical dilemma was either to keep going, soothe myself, or to stop,not injure my own body, and find a different way to handle my stress. Soon, I decided the risk was worth it, and that I could continue cutting. It was the easier thing to do.
Even though, I couldn't show anybody doesn't mean I didn't wear it like a prize. In that first three weeks, was probably the happiest I have ever acted. I eventually confided in a couple of individuals, which I shouldn't have. They got the great idea that maybe, just maybe, it could help them too. Some just tried it, and I know others who take pride in it. They use it as an attention getter. My best friend hasn't stopped cutting since she started. Her reasoning for starting was, "Well, it helped you, so.." I created more of a serious ripple then I thought I would. Seeing others breaking their own value for some sort of relief, mad...
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...hing like that. I wasn't Jayson. I couldn't ever be compared with Jayson. He was the monster in my nightmares, and my memories. I couldn't be as bad as that. He wouldn't listen when we tried to get him help..
Oh.
She was right, I was Jayson.
Those following weeks were bad. My arms were itchy and healing, and my mind was craving. I struggled with getting better, but I eventually got to the point where life was okay. My dilemma was sort of solved for me, but ulitimently it was the choice to either to be just like Jayson or not. Which was very important to me to be absolutely nothing like him. At first, I was very ashamed of my scars, like they connected them with him, but now I realize they are a part of me. My ethics at first was very valued to not cut myself, but I believe they changed slowly. I think they're back to the way they were, if not better than before.
I slowly wake up, and it must have been hours later. I looked down and my leg was gone. I could feel a searing pain rush through my body. My leg was bandaged up around the cut, but I could still imagine how it looked. Blood was dripping from the bandages. I could not take it anymore. Right there I shut my eyes, and never again were they opened. My family was traumatized at my death.
Physician assisted suicide is immoral in the case of people who are alive and desire to terminate their life. However, there are extreme cases when hastening the dying process is justified in the circumstances of individuals who are in intense physical impairment.
The timing was horrible, because I was immobile and was not able to do everyday necessities without having help. With the physical change I felt inadequate because I was a burden to my family, friends, and teachers. My psychological journey lasted over four years during which in time, my identity was being transformed from an athlete to a “nerd”. With my identity being questioned, I fell into what Harris describes as the “abyss”. Looking back now, I can see this was the turning point and that the pain was temporary. I had to discard my athletic demeanor and put more emphasis on my scholastic abilities for my future. I agree with Harris’s thoughts of, “reframing [from] negative, painful events in our lives, reinterpreting wounds so that they become starting points for growth” (Gestalt’s 3), and feel that I have used his ideas to become who I am today. At that time in my life I did not know Harris 's thoughts but I did know I had to think positive about my injuries or I would have ended up losing
The fresh wound didn’t seem like it would be such a problem until I saw the blood trickling out. Sure, when I had cut my self by grabbing a piece of saw palmetto, I felt my skin ripping and quickly retracted my right hand. However, my want for adventure to explore the tree island overcame the small bit of pain I felt. An adrenaline rush helped me overcome all of the annoyances pushing through the dense brim of the island, like palmetto leaves and spider webs, as well as the myriad of other obstacles upon finally penetrating.
* * * * * * * * I woke up after a particularly bad session with the torturers. If I was lucky, I’d fall asleep from the pain. I vaguely remembered something to do with hot irons, scalpels, electric shocks, blades, pliers, and lots of blood. At that point, I was literally scared everywhere. Big, red, infected scars.
Everyone has scars, they can remind us of the past and they can remind us that wounds heal. We can pick to let the scars renew the pain they cause when they were made of we can use them to look back and see how well we’ve improved. They may always be there but they don’t have to affect us.
One thing that really bothers me is how much I changed. I used to play games all day, not focus on school, wouldn't get in serious trouble, and was very innocent compared to my present day self. There are cons and pros of my past self compared to how I am currently. I am more happy of how I am now then I am before. As time changes, so do I and I can not stop that. What’s done has already been done and can’t be changed so you always have to look towards the future and never the past. The past will not definite who you are today unless you let it. I would have never expect that I would be transferred to a continuation high school in my freshman year. It is a bad thing to many people, but I am thankful that I am sent to it because I will learn
Physician-assisted suicide refers to the physician acting indirectly in the death of the patient -- providing the means for death. The ethics of PAS is a continually debated topic. The range of arguments in support and opposition of PAS are vast. Justice, compassion, the moral irrelevance of the difference between killing and letting die, individual liberty are many arguments for PAS. The distinction between killing and letting die, sanctity of life, "do no harm" principle of medicine, and the potential for abuse are some of the arguments in favor of making PAS illegal. However, self-determination, and ultimately respect for autonomy are relied on heavily as principle arguments in the PAS issue.
After reading “The Mind of Those who Kill, and Kill Themselves” by Erica Good. It is descrived, how someone can good from a cherfull person to a violent one. By examining the viewpoints of psychiatrys and mass murderes we try to explain the bieviors and reasons for doing this.As it is many people have a violent way and deside to kill people, and kill themselves.
To get down to a serious level, self-harm isn’t something people should be doing. And for people who don’t, don’t look down upon people who do. For those of you who think cutting is a way to try to get attention, open your eyes. Think about how many people you personally know have talked about how they were cutting themselves the other night. Not very many I can imagine. That’s because people do, do it as a release from the pain that they are dealing with in life. They feel that the pain other people put them through is worse than self-inflicted pain. Isn’t that a terrible thought? They try to hide it from friends and family to not be a bother or attract attention to themselves. So, next time you see someone putting another person down, don’t ignore it and step in. You never know that you may be saving someone’s life.
The damage I was doing to myself was unhealthy, but I still continued to feel so ugly. There was a point where I felt I was going crazy. Feeling unloved by anyone based on my repulsive appearance. Not only did this affect my opinion about myself but started to bleed through my own skills. I told myself, “I will never be good at anything. I am untalented, unskilled and never will be
...l, when she would furtively scratch herself with scissors”(Seligson). When she would cut herself, she would feel some sense of release and any pain “as she patted the pooling blood with gauze” (Seligson), but that still did not make all her brokenness go away. Sarah was surrounded by other ways of self-harming herself, there was drinking, smoking, and doing drugs. Drinking, smoking, and doing drugs are all contributors to self-harm. People may not think they are because someone is not physically taking a razor to their wrist/arm to slice it.
I slid her sleeve up to check her pulse. I stopped. She had thin slices all up and down her arms. I remember when she told me she would never harm herself, she swore she would never cause herself to bleed, she told me she was afraid of knives and blades. Obviously she had overcome that fear. I placed my first two fingers on her wrist and checked for something, anything, but there was nothing. I remember picking her up in my arms, she was limp, and holding her crying “No, no, no. This is all my fault. I love you.” The next thing I remember is seeing a paramedic show up and pry me off of her lifeless body and haling her
The first definition of ethical in the dictionary is “pertaining to, or dealing with morals or the principles of morality; pertaining to right and wrong in conduct.” The first definition Dilemma is defined as “a situation requiring a choice between equally undesirable alternatives.” Using these two definitions, an ethical dilemma can be defined as when a person has to choose a decision that goes against one’s morals. One alternative may have a negative impact on one’s life or another person’s life. Another alternative may be an excellent choice for one person but may have negative impacts as well. Therefore, an ethical dilemma often puts ones morals and values into question. This paper will review a case study of euthanasia,
My clothes, which hadn’t been much to begin with, were ripped and torn revealing skin that had been sliced by claws of the dead forest. Nervous sweat rolled down my forehead causing my long, black hair to become matted and stuck to my skin. The soles of my feet were black and blue, but I wasn’t able to tell if that was from the cold or bruised from the ground.