All it really takes is longer arms.I'd love to read the coroner's report, because suicide by shooting oneself in the chest - damn, that's tricky.
And a steady hand. One last change of heart (hehe) and your aim is fucked up enough to let you survive if found in time, or die a slow, painful death. I always find it peculiar that people would take that risk over more certain methods.All it really takes is longer arms.
Problem I see with this is that as far as I know, while you can diagnose results of steroid use and head injuries, there is no way to link them directly to mental problems post mortem. You need the interaction of neurons to check if the activity of certain brain areas is abnormal or not. Even then the connection between mental disorders and the physiological functions of the brain are not proven for all cases, so it would depend on what kind of problem he had.Just off the top of my head...the last pro baller who killed himself via the heart was the one...fucked if I can remember his name...who claimed for years that either head trauma, steroids or both were responsible for his mental problems. When he finally came to the point where he couldn't take it anymore, he left a note imploring doctors to examine his brain postmortem, before stabbing himself in the chest. From what I gather, the autopsy proved telling and valuable for research.
All it really takes is longer arms.
Just off the top of my head...the last pro baller who killed himself via the heart was the one...fucked if I can remember his name...who claimed for years that either head trauma, steroids or both were responsible for his mental problems. When he finally came to the point where he couldn't take it anymore, he left a note imploring doctors to examine his brain postmortem, before stabbing himself in the chest. From what I gather, the autopsy proved telling and valuable for research.
Weirdly, morbidly heroic...and I can't help but wonder, because of the similar methodology, if Seau's motives weren't also in the same vein....or perhaps he was just another boiling douche who just couldn't get a fucking grip.
"The second I left the railing, I thought 'I don't wanna die'. All of the mistakes in my life up to that point that I was convinced were unfixable, suddenly seemed totally fixable --except the last one."
Killing yourself means that you are desperate enough to overcome the most basic and strongest instinct we have. Imo, nobody who hasn't been at the same point can even remotely understand the level of distress a person has to feel in order to make that decision.
It doesn't matter one bit what it is that leaves a person hopeless. My guess is that this solely depends on what kind of things we value most in life. In a society that revolves around little papers with pictures on it, who are we to say what is important enough to die for?
For me, suicide is one of those things that each and every one of us has the right to decide for or against, and while it's easy to judge, we don't know the reasons why he did it. I am sorry for the people who love him, especially the gf since she has to live with that traumatic memory, but at the end of the day, all we can do is accept that some people just can't bear to live anymore.
*steps from soapbox and heads to bed*