i can’t go out after dark i’ll get eaten by coyotes
"we can no longer protect you forever."
by Daniel Danger
24x36” five color screenprint.
Thursday 8/21/14: im posting this new print on tumblr, twitter, and instagram. reblog, retweet, or instagram this image with the title and #danieldanger and i, through some very scientific means, will pick one random follower who does this from each service on monday and send them a personalized copy for free. sound good? cool. shameless? yes.
Cimetière du Père-Lachaise. Paris. Photo by Amber Maitrejean
LOOK LOOK I’m almost all settled into my room in the new Toronto place! Just need to a) organise my junk, b) hang up all my arts and c) stop crying uncontrollably every time I see a picture of a cat or pass the pet food in a store because I miss my animals so much hahahahaaahhhhh
I don’t think there’s anything in the world that hurts me more than seeing people who are dealing with/have dealt with suicidal pain being negatively judgemental of suicide.
I understand why they do it—as a personal coping mechanism to feel more in control (“I would never do this, this will never happen to me, I am not going to die, I am going to “choose” life!”), and because suicide stigma and mythology is so ingrained in our culture that even people who are experiencing it don’t have accurate information about suicide and have internalized all kinds of terrible ideas about themselves.
It’s unbearably personally painful for me when the few people who might understand what I’ve been through instead choose to point their fingers at others who were not lucky enough to survive and use their deaths to make themselves feel morally superior for being alive.
But on an even worse level, it promotes suicide stigma in an extreme way because in this case the non-suicidal will see this person as an authority on the subject, and latch on to them as a way to promote their own self-serving ideas about suicide being a morally wrong choice (as opposed to the truth of suicide being a non-voluntary result of having more pain than resources to cope with pain, often but not always coinciding with mental illness).
Much like how, for example, a woman who says street harassment isn’t a thing is going to be much more popular in mainstream culture than a woman trying to raise awareness to end street harassment.
Everyone wants to share a comic about how Suicidal Person X is going to choose to stay alive so they don’t hurt or inconvenience the people around them. Nobody wants to hear a suicidal person say that their pain and suffering that is literally killing them might actually be worse than the hurt feelings of the non-suicidal.
Everyone wants to share crisis helpline numbers and tell you to get help. So they feel like they did something while effectively making it someone else’s problem. So they reaffirm their belief that preventing suicide is the duty of the suicidal.
Nobody wants to do the slightest bit of research to learn how suicide actually works, nobody wants to change their behaviour in the slightest ways to undo the culture of prejudice against the suicidal, to undo the worldwide epidemic of a death that could be incredibly easily prevented.
People who do nothing but spread messages of “Think of the people who love you!” and “Choose life for the sake of us who would miss you!” don’t care about preventing suicide—they care about preventing their own emotional discomfort.
Don’t be one of those people. You’re not actually helping.
(in case anyone in suicidal pain (or anyone else who gives a shit I guess) sees this, if you check my “suicide” tag there’s some really good resources, suicide self-prevention tips, telling off assholes and other fun things)
Every time I think about moving to a different city the first thing I think about is it has to be a city with a decent comic convention or some sorts AND how many there are in a year.
Clearly I have the best priorities. :D
I’m getting pretty sick of Ottawa because it’s basically a small town…
COME TO TORONTO CALLIE I’M THERE NOW WE COULD CHILL
there definitely is hellof comics stuff, way more than I have the money to enjoy hahaha ;^;
I’m screaming, these are gorgeous
left-handed: wolf in the woods. ballpoint pen, photoshop.
My right wrist has been in bad bad shape lately, so I’m back to working with my non-dominant hand until I finish a couple rounds with doctors. Yesterday my personal challenge was fine detail x Ivan Bilibin.
my hero ♥︎
lmao no fuck you