This hits a nerve with me, as I had such a decision to make. My husband was ill for over a decade, it started with a Parkinson syndrome illness that didn't really fit any diagnosis, slowly drifting into dementia. I took care of him at home for many years; this included taking care of his incontinence needs, both ends, pee and poo. Basically he became a big baby. It ended when he could no longer stand on his own, and as I could not lift him I had to choose home care for him. strangely enough, once he was in a home he began walking again, but after a year or two had to go into a wheelchair.
I lived nearby and visited every day, took him for walks etc. But in the end he became bedridden. The day came when he could no longer swallow and lost interest in food; at that point he was not communicating at all. Speech had become garbled over time and after a while there was no communication. That's when the question came up as to a feeding tube.
I spoke to a palliative nurse and doctor in the hospital where I worked and both advised against it. But both his GP and the home staff wanted me to OK it. I wasn't sure; on the one hand he at this stage had no life, just lying there and being fed and cleaned, no joy in life, not recognising family members. I know for a fact that if he had been of sound mind and could have seen himself he would not have wanted this.
But not putting in a Peg would have meant letting him slowly die. I could not do it and so I decided for the feeding tube. He lived two years like that, just being turned and cleaned, no conscious life whatsoever. It was horrible.
If he had left clear instructions for such an eventuality I would have complied, and in such cases I am pro euthanasia. The reason I was in two minds was because of the responsibility. He had two adult children who hated my guts and who never visited him and had tricked him out of a lot of money, and I just know they would have accused me of wanting him gone, him being a burden on my life etc. Yes, his death did set me free in many ways, but I would have gone on as before no matter how long it took.
I think that's the problem, isn't it; that others could decide to kill old and sick people once they are a burden, both on our time and energy, and a financial burden. It's a very fine line. Everyone who knew and loved him said it was a release when he died, as his life was -- well, it wasn't really a life. But how do we know? I used to visit him, talk to him, sing to him, play music he used to love. Who knows how much of that he could hear and understand, even if he never responded?
As for the OK Boomer thing it makes me giggle, tbh. They think the word Boomer is insulting??? What a joke! I love being a boomer born 1951 and my youth was one long adventure lots of travel, hiking across continents without a damn mobile phone and internet and learning about other cultures and learning languages and sleeping rough, and also being a damn hippy and at the very forefront of the environment movement, living on farms and growing own veggies, bathing in streams, no plumbing and toilets, no electricity, cooking over an open fire for months on end, and being happy as we did so. It was Back to Nature, in a serious way, not just skipping school! Plus I've lived through history, seen cultural movements come and go, disappear without a trace, (as this TRA one certainly will) and yes, back then I also thought anyone over 30 was an idiot, and I was wrong.
So I can really just shrug this "insult" off. Luckily my own kids are wonderful Millennials, both GC, both listen to me, respect me, and take my advice: parenting advice, relationship advice, spiritual advice. They are my best friends. Some Millennials do sound like little snowflakes, though, complaining about every little thing they can't get, and with their dependency on Twitter, Instagram etc. Thank goodness we did not have social media back then.
So they want us to disappear? Frankly, I'd be happy to go off to a sane world with my kids and grandkids and similar people and leave the woke insanity behind. But I suppose that will earn me an OK Boomer!