Worst doctors in the world kill a Dutch autist

So, I ran into this and it annoyed me. To start with, I have to say I’m not against euthanasia. If you’re stuck in a broken body we can’t repair, fine. If the world around you is completely going to shit, fine. But then there’s this:

A physically healthy, 28-year-old Dutch woman has decided to legally end her life due to her struggles with crippling depression, autism and borderline personality disorder, according to a report.

Zoraya ter Beek, who lives in a small village in the Netherlands near the German border, is scheduled to be euthanized in May — despite being in love with her 40-year-old boyfriend and living with two cats.

Ter Beek, who once aspired to be a psychiatrist, has been dealing with mental health struggles throughout her life.

She said she decided to be euthanized after her doctors told her, “There’s nothing more we can do for you. It’s never gonna get any better,” according to the Free Press.

“I was always very clear that if it doesn’t get better, I can’t do this anymore,” ter Beek said.

Imagine being a doctor who tells his depressed patient: “There’s nothing more we can do for you. It’s never gonna get any better.”

This is just stupid and malpractice. To start with, you could change her name. Nobody should have a name that starts with the letter Z. This is called setting someone up to fail. If you’re a Dutch woman giving birth to a girl, for the love of God, just name her after a flower. Madelief, Jasmijn, Roos, Iris, it’s not hard.

I have been suicidal ever since I was a young child, years before I became vegetarian. It’s just something that tends to go hand in hand with autism, depression and brain inflammation. It’s not that I was dealing with anything unusually horrible. My mind just placed emphasis on other aspects of existence than most people’s minds.

Whether a particular state of life is tolerable is ultimately subjective. You could want to die because you went bald at age twenty, or because you lost a million dollar in the stock market. And yet, someone else who is stuck in a mangled body after surviving a fire could still consider life worth living. That’s ultimately a result of how the brain is programmed.

Our objective conditions have very little to do with whether we are happy or not. People like Kurt Cobain or Lil Peep who seemed to be living the dream from my perspective decided to kill themselves. People stuck in complete pointless misery from my perspective like in Yemen or the Gaza strip want to go on living.

And things that seem like the biggest deal in the world are ultimately just subjective too. Breakups leave me feeling suicidal. But later on, it no longer feels like a big deal. The brain is mostly just programmed to seek out whatever helps it amplify its genes, a failed relationship in a medieval context would have resulted in severe misery and suggested poor fitness of the rejected individual.

In a modern context it just fundamentally means nothing. It probably means you have Android instead of Iphone, or screamed while watching a horror movie together, because women are retarded.

And the nice thing about climate change and the great acceleration is that all the goals we have genetically built into our bodies are now bullshit. “Oh no, I can’t have children because of an injury to my cervix, I’m a dead weight on my tribe.” Well, in a modern context, it means exactly nothing. There is no future. There are eight billion people, on a planet that is rapidly becoming uninhabitable.

This is in fact a huge source of liberation, it liberates you from every religious tradition, every philosophy, every genetic goal built into your brain, every societal norm. You feel ashamed because you’re too depressed and autistic to sit in a cubicle so you receive a welfare check? Well, your society isn’t even able to keep the planet habitable.

They’re not even doing the basic minimum attempt to keep it habitable. They put chickens, pigs and cows in cages and breed super-virulent influenza so that all the wild birds start dying, they fly around the world, they let billionaires build half a billion dollar yachts. What obligation do you really owe to a society like that?

But people internalize societal norms or judgments and let this affect their self-image. “The guy I lost my virginity to went on Tinder while we were still laying in bed.” Yeah that feels like the worst thing in the world at 20. But everything is arbitrary. If you do everything you’re supposed to do, you marry young, you go to church, you spend your whole life with the same partner, you’ll run into the opposite problem. You’ll wonder if the grass is greener elsewhere, you start to get used to each other, you grow frustrated and bored.

If you live in the Arab world it would be miserable, but in the West, there’s always a sick freak like yours sincerely out there, who likes the idea that his girlfriend had sex with eight different guys and all of them had a smaller dick. I would much rather have a girlfriend who is the life of the party, who all the guys lust for, who enjoys flirting, who knows how to entertain people. The BASED CHAD ALPHA MALES can have their tradwives. Almost everything we worry about is subjective.

But of course you tend to get stuck in a particular mindset as a human being. That is what causes misery. Your brain has certain priors about how the world should be and when it sees those priors being contradicted by reality, it grows distressed:

“WARNING: TOO MANY BROWN PEOPLE IN OUR ENVIRONMENT. THE ENVIRONMENT IS BECOMING BROWNER ON A DAILY BASIS! ALARM ALARM ALARM!”

Yes, I know brain. Our tribe is disappearing and another tribe is taking over our territory, which is terrible from a Darwinian perspective, it’s exactly what males like me are designed by natural selection to prevent from happening, so you are sending an instinctive distress signal, resulting in anger, frustration, paranoia and depression in me.

But here’s what you don’t know brain. Our species has swollen to eight billion individuals. We weigh more than all the wild mammals on Earth. We’re headed towards four degree Celsius of warming worldwide by 2100 and almost double that on land. Malaria and Dengue are going to conquer Europe. The fossil fuels, the copper ores, the aquifers, the rock phosphate, the topsoil, all this stuff has been exhausted. The forests have been destroyed, the beautiful animals are going extinct.

You my dear brain, are designed to worry about our role in the future. But the global future has already been lost, so worrying about our role within it is pointless. The most cruel thing we can now do to Achmed is to let him figure out for himself how to deal with the category six Hurricanes and the megatsunamis triggered by underwater landslides, without any racist white people around to help him. But that doesn’t mean euthanasia, right now it just means not reproducing.

If at some point tens of thousands of years from now, the climate heals and temperatures drop again, racist white people will just re-evolve from whatever brown people had the misfortune of living through the bottleneck. Don’t worry about it.

Moreso than just directly reproducing, your job from a Darwinian perspective is to preserve and if possible expand the niche that allowed you to come into existence. The boomers completely failed at that, they did not even come close, so now I have been liberated from responsibility.

And you would be able to figure this sort of shit out on your own, if you took some drugs. Whatever you’re dealing with, that makes you feel as if you’re dealing with some uniquely terrible unbearable condition, is almost certainly an outgrowth of a brain that is stuck on certain priors that are ultimately arbitrary and improper for your context.

Don’t tell me you’ve tried everything and don’t let some 112 IQ hypersocial conscientious doctor tell you he tried everything too.

-Have you ever taken Ketamine?

-Have you ever taken Psilocybe mushrooms?

-Have you ever taken Ayahuasca?

-Have you ever taken vaporized DMT?

-Have you ever taken MDMA or 2CB at a party?

-Have you ever taken vaporized 5-Meo-DMT?

-Have you ever taken Scopolamine/Datura Innoxia?

-Have you ever taken Mescaline in nature during the summer?

-Have you ever taken a microdose of Datura Innoxia, together with Mescaline?

-Have you ever taken Salvia Divinorum?

-Have you ever taken Arketamine (esketamine sucks)?

-Have you ever vaped a strong Indica, high in pinene?

-Have you ever taken Aztec tobacco?

You tried all of this and still want do die? Well sweet, now you have nothing to lose. So what exactly, stops you from taking some heroin? Just the purest bliss of happiness, that fucks up your body, that is going to end up killing you eventually. But it’s the best feeling of the world. And I never tried it yet, because I still want to have a future. But if you don’t want to have a future anymore, what stops you?

None of this has to be expensive either. Twenty dollars and you can see creepy clowns in a giant factory, where your whole reality is just a small box moving around on a conveyor belt. Oh, that sounds terrible? Well I’m going to hazard a guess here and say that after the whole thing is over, you’re going to spend your time worrying about other stuff than you normally worry about. Your nose is too long? Yeah, I’m pretty sure it will move down on your list of priorities.

Is any of this going to turn you into a functional member of society? Probably not. But it’s a vast improvement over telling your family and friends that you’re going to be euthanized by a doctor because you’re too miserable.

You don’t even have to be a functional member of society. Our society insists on filling this country to the brim with people who just make it worse, who push train personnel off the stairs, so now we need security guards in the train to make sure there are no youths™® throwing the personnel off the stairs.

This country is filled to the brim with people who are just utter misery to the rest of us, so if you simply exist as an autistic depressed woman who costs ~2000 Euro a month in disability payments, NOBODY IS GOING TO CARE IT’S PERFECTLY FINE. In fact, as there’s apparently a forty year old guy who gets to fuck a 28 year old non-obese woman every once in a while, or at least gets to inhale the youthful scent emanating from her hair, nether region and armpits, I’m pretty sure you bring more joy into this world than half the country’s population.

Sorry, just saying it like it is.