What stops you from committing suicide?

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My family
My boyfriend
My job
My friends
My health
Fear of death
The miracle of life and beauty of mother nature
My teddy bear

I can't say that there is anything that physically stops me from committing suicide. I mean, I have no desire at all to commit suicide, so there is no need for anything to stop me.

I guess it's kinda like installing a guardrail at the edge of a precipice. It's there to stop people from falling or jumping over the edge; but if the precipice doesn't interest you in the first place you will never go near it, and the guardrail is completely unnecessary for you!

I'm not interested in suicide or the precipice -- I know they're there, but I just don't care!

I don't base my life on the world and those around me.

I've been in an all autism world through private schools. The "neurotypical world" concept is a myth. There's just the world with people who act according to human nature. I don't get tied up with it and them. I focus on me and mine and what I myself like. I'm not out to please the world, or keep up with it, or care what it thinks about me etc.

Animals, especially cats
Tennis, both watching and playing
The friendships I have formed in my various activities

These are the things that keep me happy.

Music
My friends
My family
Television
Animals
My unique way of expressing myself
My talents
My hopes and dreams.

I never feel suicidal. I just feel depressed once in a while. I haven't felt suicidal since I was in high school. Life is what you make it. I choose to make my life a joyful one.

the thought that i already wasted all this time only to have to do it over. i wanna complete this lifetime to its prescribed length and breadth and then finish it once and for phuqing all. i don't wanna have to re-do it. plus i realize that there may possibly be a remote possibility that there are others who look to me for hope, and i just can't ditch them, it wouldn't be classy.

My parents. I've told myself that once they're gone, if I'm still alive and suicidal, I can do it. That's honestly what keeps me from getting suicidal now, it used to be a big issue for me before I decided that.

At the moment the only thing keeping me alive is money i owe to friends, they helped me out of a financial pickle right after my divorce last March. I feel sorry for them to be left with that debt, i am however scrambling hard to get it paid back. Do not know how long i will survive after that has happened.

^^^hiya Data and welcome to our club

I wouldn't dare say this to my psychiatrist, but I've had suicidal "ideation" several times a week from the onset of puberty till now (age 55). Though I've made no serious attempt, I did in my younger days often intentionally put myself in hazardous situations in which my survival was a toss-up. I'm actually glad I haven't lived in the US for 18 years, as the legal and relatively painless recourse to a gun would make things far too easy.

But in answer to your question: For the past 12 years, my kids. I've had some very black, bitter times, but I'm not about to abandon and damage them.

My Mum as she would fall to pieces, my Brothers and all my brothers children and God, as He has things for me to do. Also, my future wife. I don't have a clue who she is, but she would be so lonely without me being there. I know what it is to long for ones opposite half to come along, as I have been patiently waiting for most of my life.

There. If it wasn't for those reasons... I have actually partly tried two and a half times when I wasn't really thinking straight due to a combination of fatigue and an ex girlfriend who stopped dating without warning. I blamed myself. (I later found out she was dating others even when we were making plans to get married, which had come from her as I wanted to date a bit longer to be sure as she was my first girlfriend and it was a little more complicated then that. I was dating her for what seemed like ages. About four months. It was intense though I was saving sex for marriage. Then one day she had another solicitors appointment. I didn't know what was going on. I had called in when she was in the solicitors which to get there was an hours drive away if I drove quickly down all the windy mountainous roads (They often hold the car rallying in Wales on the exact roads). Her sister was there and I asked why a solicitor. She said "She is getting divorce". She saw my face in shock and said " Didn't you know she was married?" I was intending to end it there but I was so in love with her. So I decided to return and ask what had happened. She said they met (I once had seen the man as he was working where I was, and assumed he was her boyfriend as they kissed, and then she was with another, who funnily enough was texting and phoning her while we were dating as the poor guy had suddenly found she cut contact with her. He apologised to me later when he saw me as he was at a different depot. A nice young man. Well, she said her ex.husband left her six months into the marriage. Stupidly I continued dating as I assumed her ex. had been off with another.
Well. Her mum was very weird. Several times her mum asked me to come into her bedroom to see the new cupboards. I would look and... Well. To tell you the truth, I don't do hints and I don't really notice clothes. I mean... She was dressed in some flirty undergarments. She was covered up so I didn't say anything. Looked at the cupboards, and said something nice about them and went back downstairs. Then this happened again and I thought why does she want me to look at the cupboards. They are the same cupboards. She was wearing something different but not a lot. I said they were nice cupboards and went back downstairs. Then again after time had passed she asked me to look where I said "I have seen the cupboards before". I just didn't catch on until months after the gf had ceased all contact. Her dad was a lorry driver and so he was away for most of the week and her mum was just plain weird and ever their gran who lived with them was a little different though she seemed OK and kind.
Looking back. What an odd family! It was only looking back on all the goings on where I put the pieces together to get the jigsaw. And the gf had actually dated two people the same time as me and I just thought one was a lodger (She said that to me) and he was looking at me strangely when I hugged her while her grandmother, a dressmaker by trade was making a wedding dress for her to marry me when her devorce came through.
Didn't I have a lucky escape both from suicide (As I didn't know what was going on so was blaming myself as she ceased all contact and had not said it was over) and from her and her family!

I'm scared of going to hell.