I’ve been reading about the new Assisted Dying Bill just passed by the Labour government, and I can’t stop thinking about it.
On one hand, I completely understand the relief this could bring to people who are suffering. I’ve seen firsthand (through a family friend) the devastating toll a degenerative disease like MND can take – it’s cruel, undignified, and terrifying. The idea that someone could have a choice, rather than being trapped in a body that no longer functions, is – for some – a comfort. The bill is about people who are mentally capable, in extreme suffering, with terminal diagnoses.
But on the other hand… I’m also feeling incredibly uneasy. The headlines are already popping up about people with Down's syndrome and Austism being caught up in the wider debate, and my heart is in my throat. This wasn’t meant to include vulnerable people who aren’t dying. But once a line like this is crossed, where does it stop? It’s one thing when it’s about terminal illness, another when it creeps into disability, mental health, or economic pressure. It sends such a dangerous message about whose lives are “worth living.”
I know safeguards are being discussed – second opinions, mental capacity checks, etc. But I also know how stretched services are. Even now, getting proper pain management or mental health support is patchy at best. Can we really trust the system to protect the vulnerable when it's already failing them in so many ways?
So yes, I’m conflicted. I want to support bodily autonomy, I want to relieve suffering. But I’m scared too. Scared for those who might feel coerced, scared for those who are already made to feel like a “burden.”