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CJontherocks said:...If I have a point here in bothering you with all this, it's that I believe anyone can have suicidal thoughts. I had a conversation with a young man once who seemed so self-assured, seeking advice for his future and talking about the beautiful things in his life. Less than a year later, he lay dead at his own hand. The sadness of that affected me greatly, and I cannot bear the thought of bringing that sadness to others. I think suicidal thoughts are quite common, but become truly dangerous when one believes their own death will benefit others; when one perceives their hopelessness to reach forever, or at least for longer than they're willing to endure.
I realize this thread was started to offer a forum to discuss clinical depression. I hope you'll indulge my use of it to address my own acute issue with sadness.
I think your right that anybody can have these thoughts. I have too. However, I could never commit suicide. I think your reasons are good ones. I would add that I knew situations where the suicide sounds like anger more than depression. My youngest sister told me how her father-in-law shot himself right in front of his wife. When I think of what that poor old woman went through, I think someone should have grabbed the gun, and tortured him. Of all the mean things to do. Even if she was the meanest spouse one could have imagined, she didn't deserve what he did. (FYI: He had done other mean things. I was told that at one point he got pissed and stopped talking to her for a couple of years.)
FYI, I had a f-buddy who bought a gun. He claimed it was for his job, but though he was a prison guard at the time, I know that they don't have to buy arms. He liked sucking on the barrell like some phalus symbol. However, I felt that deep down in side he wasn't doing it for erotic purposes nor for a laugh. He never shot himself, but he did spiral downhill via heavy drinking and wreckless sex. Why? I'll never really understand. It had been going on for years and you could never have a serious conversation with him. He was too happy go lucky with his booze and all the cock he could get. I used to think that I envied people that could be wild about sex with no guilt. I had guilt (which by the way had nothing to do with fire and brimstone). I just wanted it to have more meaning than just an orgasm. For so many men (especially gay men) it gets down to being so casual like two people plaing raquetball.
While this guy was like the wild frat guy (of couse he was in his 50's), he wasn't nearly as happy as you might think. I would get little glimpses. I remember when he talked about his son (He was kind of estranged from his ex-wife and kids.) I asked him if he ever wondered if gayness was genetic if he passed it on. He said no way because his son was a "real boy". I could detect his own self-loathing about his gayness. Years later his kids found him dead in his apartment. The last few years he had gone from Salvation Army to even some prison time. This from a man who once ran a small town bank.


