‘I’m 28. And I’m Scheduled to Die in May.’ - Some right-to-die activists want everyone to have access to euthanasia—even young people with mental illness. Are they also making suicide contagious?

Zoraya ter Beek, 28, expects to be euthanized in early May.

Her plan, she said, is to be cremated.

“I did not want to burden my partner with having to keep the grave tidy,” ter Beek texted me. “We have not picked an urn yet, but that will be my new house!”

She added an urn emoji after “house!”

Ter Beek, who lives in a little Dutch town near the German border, once had ambitions to become a psychiatrist, but she was never able to muster the will to finish school or start a career. She said she was hobbled by her depression and autism and borderline personality disorder. Now she was tired of living—despite, she said, being in love with her boyfriend, a 40-year-old IT programmer, and living in a nice house with their two cats.

She recalled her psychiatrist telling her that they had tried everything, that “there’s nothing more we can do for you. It’s never gonna get any better.”

At that point, she said, she decided to die. “I was always very clear that if it doesn’t get better, I can’t do this anymore.”

As if to advertise her hopelessness, ter Beek has a tattoo of a “tree of life” on her upper left arm, but “in reverse.”

“Where the tree of life stands for growth and new beginnings,” she texted, “my tree is the opposite. It is losing its leaves, it is dying. And once the tree died, the bird flew out of it. I don’t see it as my soul leaving, but more as myself being freed from life.”

Her liberation, as it were, will take place at her home. “No music,” she said. “I will be going on the couch in the living room.”

She added: “The doctor really takes her time. It is not that they walk in and say: lay down please! Most of the time it is first a cup of coffee to settle the nerves and create a soft atmosphere. Then she asks if I am ready. I will take my place on the couch. She will once again ask if I am sure, and she will start up the procedure and wish me a good journey. Or, in my case, a nice nap, because I hate it if people say, ‘Safe journey.’ I’m not going anywhere.”

Then the doctor will administer a sedative, followed by a drug that will stop ter Beek’s heart.

When she’s dead, a euthanasia review committee will evaluate her death to ensure the doctor adhered to “due care criteria,” and the Dutch government will (almost certainly) declare that the life of Zoraya ter Beek was lawfully ended.

She’s asked her boyfriend to be with her to the very end.

There won’t be any funeral. She doesn’t have much family; she doesn’t think her friends will feel like going. Instead, her boyfriend will scatter her ashes in “a nice spot in the woods” that they have chosen together, she said.

“I’m a little afraid of dying, because it’s the ultimate unknown,” she said. “We don’t really know what’s next—or is there nothing? That’s the scary part.”

Ter Beek is one of a growing number of people across the West choosing to end their lives rather than live in pain. Pain that, in many cases, can be treated.

Typically, when we think of people who are considering assisted suicide, we think of people facing terminal illness. But this new group is suffering from other syndromes—depression or anxiety exacerbated, they say, by economic uncertainty, the climate, social media, and a seemingly limitless array of fears and disappointments.

“I’m seeing euthanasia as some sort of acceptable option brought to the table by physicians, by psychiatrists, when previously it was the ultimate last resort,” Stef Groenewoud, a healthcare ethicist at Theological University Kampen, in the Netherlands, told me. “I see the phenomenon especially in people with psychiatric diseases, and especially young people with psychiatric disorders, where the healthcare professional seems to give up on them more easily than before.”

Theo Boer, a healthcare ethics professor at Protestant Theological University in Groningen, served for a decade on a euthanasia review board in the Netherlands. “I entered the review committee in 2005, and I was there until 2014,” Boer told me. “In those years, I saw the Dutch euthanasia practice evolve from death being a last resort to death being a default option.” He ultimately resigned.

Boer had in mind people like Zoraya ter Beek—who, critics argue, have been tacitly encouraged to kill themselves by laws that destigmatize suicide, a social media culture that glamorizes it, and radical right-to-die activists who insist we should be free to kill ourselves whenever our lives are “complete.”

They have fallen victim, in critics’ eyes, to a kind of suicide contagion.

Statistics suggest these critics have a point.

In 2001, the Netherlands became the first country in the world to make euthanasia legal. Since then, the number of people who increasingly choose to die is startling.

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I don’t see the issue. Let all those whiny niggerfaggots kill themselves. They aren’t needed or wanted, which is probably why they were depressed in the first place. Bottom line is they have no place in a proper society regardless. Perpetually depressed fags are only ever a burden on the people around them and can only breed more negativity. In short, they’re a form of social parasite.
The issue is giving the government a role in it. If you can be legally killed for mental illness, you can be arrested for wrongthink, sectioned, and gotten rid of easily and cleanly. Remember the Trudeau regime wanted to class racism as a mental illness.
This is what the Soviets used to do. They’d diagnose someone with ‘sluggish schizophrenia’ and they’d disappear into an asylum and either die or be so damaged they were no longer a threat.
If she wants to die she can do it herself.
 
An interesting detail -
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That's her in 2017 age 22. The interview linked has her say the following:
I'm not someone who wants to die, but if I'm dead then I'm dead. Depression, borderline - people thought I had these but that wasn't it. If you see me lying on the floor with my necklace, respect my wishes and do not resuscitate me.
That lead me to digging and I found this article from Algemeen Dagblad -

Zoraya (22) from Oldenzaal does not want to continue living without the right medication​

Zoraya ter Beek may only be 22 years old, but the Oldenzaal native is seriously considering the end of her life. A 'token' dangles, always visible, around her neck, with the request not to resuscitate her in the event of cardiac arrest or collision. "I want one black rose on my coffin. It's ready."

She's already picked out the music. Marco Borsato can offer her relatives comfort. Zoraya took out a funeral insurance policy that reimburses her cremation in the event of suicide. “Everyone should have the right to a beautiful and dignified ending. Why does that have to be done through a back door?" She advocates a final agreement without a rope, train or tower block.

On Zoraya's right arm, a semicolon with a worn book has been immortalized in ink. "That represents my depression, a story that is not yet finished."

Jigsaw puzzle pieces are tattooed on the other wrist, with the text ' Different Not Less' . That represents her autism. Two intertwined hearts represent her relationship with Stein (34), whom she has known since she was seventeen. “A friend helps a lot. Without him I wouldn't be here anymore." In this way, her body 'tells' the ups and downs of a young life.

She wears black, almost always. Stylized eyebrows are drawn above her eyes. "In high school I was gothic, but you're getting too old for that. Besides, I can't work behind the counter with thick eyeliner." She giggles, often and disarmingly.

Scratches​

Around the age of 13, Zoraya turned out to be different. She cut herself regularly. She extends an arm: there are transverse scratches above her wrist. "These are new." A teacher and a mentor sent her to behavioral experts, which did not lead to a diagnosis or treatment.

She gets in touch with a boy via the chat site Hyves, predecessor of Facebook. He sends ecstasy pills, Zoraya she tries. "I finally slept well. While others go wild on ecstasy, it gave me peace."

Stock​

She gloomy. Just before her 16th birthday, she saves a stash of ecstasy pills, about 25 of them. "If I eat them all in one go, it should be done. I considered ending it. How should life be? That's what I was wondering. When people said to each other: it's great that you're turning 80, I thought: 80, pfff." Hope sparkles between the melancholy moods. She doubts that everything will be fine once she lives on her own.

She gets her secretary's diploma at the ROC in Twente. She goes to work at Xenos, Wibra and again at Xenos. "Nowadays you don't get a permanent contract." She is now following internal training as a sales specialist, with lessons in Zwolle.

Anti-CPR badge​

She remains gloomy. At the age of 19, she registered with the NVVE association, which advocates the self-chosen end of life (see box). Zoraya becomes a member mainly to receive the anti-resuscitation medal, so that she is not kept alive in the event of heart failure or a traffic accident. "I have been wearing it very visibly ever since."
She appears on TV with it, in Editie.nl. "I received a shitload of reactions. 'So young? You have your whole life ahead of you.' That was the gist."

Diagnosis​

She is undergoing tests. Finally, in 2015, mental health care workers made the diagnosis: the Twente woman suffered from chronic depression, with an abnormality in the autistic spectrum. Zoraya is easily overstimulated and feels miserable in crowds. "I'm not good at birthdays. At the market I always have my MP3 in, otherwise I get restless." Marco Borsato and Lady Gaga distract from the traffic noise.
Two medications don't work. She just got a new drug, she says, giggling. “That's the pitfall. People think that you can only sit on the couch with a chronic depression."

Luck​

She has sporadic moments of 'happiness'. She enjoys sitting on the couch with Stein and her pussies. "That will go away quickly. For the rest, it's rough." She has stopped running, which used to be a hobby. "I no longer have the energy for that. I use all my energy to work." Children? "Stein and I don't want that."

She claims the right to a dignified ending: euthanasia. "You can buy a rope, you climb up an apartment and a train also runs there. But why is it made so difficult for us? Why do you have to be 75 before you have a completed life? You don't say that to a cancer patient who has finished treatment."

Euthanasia​

She hopes her new pills will work. A scan for neurological abnormalities may follow. Or else? "Once I have finished my treatment, I don't want to be dragged for years to come."
Her mother knows her opinion. "It is more humane to opt for euthanasia than have to scrape you off the rails, she said."
The black rose is ready.
So let me get this straight. A mentally ill teenage girl is taking concerning amounts of ecstasy from the age of 13, sourced from strangers on the internet. A 30 year old man (named "Stein", who is a computer programmer) spots a vulnerable goth 17 year old and begins a relationship with her. Within two years she has joined a right to die organisation and her mother's response to all this is "I guess euthanasia is better than scraping you off the train tracks".
I'm not a fan of not holding people accountable for their actions. But what the fuck. This is an autistic woman who as a teenager had emotional disturbances and then separately a goth phase where she romanticised death - and instead of any sort of support, her mother (Dad doesn't seem to be in the picture) just let her be raised by the internet where she was groomed and given drugs, and then she moved in with a predator who enabled her special interest to the point that dying was all she really cared about.
 
She(s) gloomy. Just before her 16th birthday, she saves a stash of ecstasy pills, about 25 of them. "If I eat them all in one go, it should be done. I considered ending it. How should life be? That's what I was wondering. When people said to each other: it's great that you're turning 80, I thought: 80, pfff." Hope sparkles between the melancholy moods. She doubts that everything will be fine once she lives on her own.
Dog you fried your brain on ecstasy; youre supposed to take them like once a month not every day for a month. no wonder you were depressed. If you wanted to kill yourself youd take SSRIs with them.
 
And now she really can't stop people from saying mean comments about her dumb ass on the Internet and in real life. She wanted to feel in control and sort of got what she wanted, just not ever again from here-on out. Reality doesn't work that way unless she truly emotionally crippled her family to the point they also should be put out of their misery.

You just know everyone can now finally breathe instead of this bitch feeling suffocated by her. Once enough time passes (should be in the upcoming weeks), they can finally admit she was a waste of space and move on with their lives. Sell off all her shit and use that money in more meaningful ways than paying the government for euthanasia.

Anyhoo, she better be buried/scattered at sea otherwise there'll soon be a new grave to piss on and vandalize.
 
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