Since most of the people on this forum are young people with young problems, I don't expect this thread to interest a lot of you, but here goes. I am getting more and more attracted by the idea of suicide because I am a 67-year-old man who has become incontinent after surgery. In case you are wondering, incontinent means you cannot control your urination normally, and that it drips out of you all day instead. It means wearing special pads and undewear under your clothing that absorb the piss. It means changing the pads three or four times a day. It means sitting around in your own piss like some disgusting old invalid. My problems began last June when my urinary system kept blocking up, which is life-threatening. You can die from urine backing up into your kidneys. After two complete blockages, the doctors decided I should have an operation that frees up the urinary system and lets you whiz freely. I had the operation on July 20. It worked fine, except for one thing. Now, instead of staying in the bladder and being let out in a normal piss a few times a day, the friggin' urine just dribbles out all day, into my incontinence garments. The urologist who did the operatioon keeps telling me things will get better and I will return to normal functioning. She promised that three weeks ago, and now we are 7 weeks from the operation and no improvement. I get the sneaky feeling the doctors are trying to get me used to the idea that I will be like this for the rest of my life. Well, no f---ing way, man. Before I turn into s disgusting old piss-machine, I will check out of this life. There is no quality of life when you have to keep changing pads full of friggin piss every day. There is no dignity, no pride. Life is not worth living.