A tricky problem is, you can't really read the situation from a brief description. Here is an example of increasingly suicidality to show why:
Monday: "Today was horrible... just horrible. I can't take this any more, I'm going to end it all."
Tuesday: "I am going to walk to that cliff near my house and jump off, that would do it. That would definitely be fatal." and then not doing anything or:
Wednesday: "Okay, I have a list of things I'm going to do before jumping off the cliff. Step 1, Eat a large meal." eats "Step 2: Write a Suicide Note:" types "In retrospect... I don't feel like jumping off the cliff anymore today." (Deletes note)
Thursday: Doing all of the above, actually walking to that cliff near your house, looking over the edge and only then thinking "You know, maybe I shouldn't jump. Not today. Maybe I'll jump if tomorrow is this bad too."
Friday: Standing on the edge as previously, but doing so until one of your friends finds you and pulls you away while you are saying "No, let me go, I need to do this!"
I have no idea what serious contemplation refers to (I'm assuming the verge would be either Thursday or Friday.) For instance, even in the past, on my worst days of depression, I don't think I've ever gotten past Wednesday on the list above.
If there is a more explicit metric for this, please let me know, I'm not finding one, and it would be great to have an easier way of communicating about some of this.
Well, thanks for the distinction between suicidal intentions but I don't see this to be really relevant to what I said. In this example 'on the verge of suicide' referred to:
And that did it. For the rest of the day, I wreaked physical havoc, and emotionally alienated everyone I interacted with. I even seriously contemplated suicide.
Seriously contemplating something is semi-synonymous with being on the verge of doing something. I can't really help you decipher how suicidal he was but if I had to guess he was just exaggerating.
Usually, I don't get offended at things that people say to me, because I can see at what points in their argument we differ, and what sort of counterargument I could make to that. I can't get mad at people for having beliefs I think are wrong, since I myself regularly have beliefs that I later realize were wrong. I can't get mad at the idea, either, since either it's a thing that's right, or wrong, and if it's wrong, I have the power to say why. And if it turns out I'm wrong, so be it, I'll adopt new, right beliefs. And so I never got offended about anything.
Until one day.
One day, I encountered a belief that should have been easy to refute. Or, rather, easy to dissect, and see whether there was anything wrong with it, and if there was, formulate a counterargument. But for seemingly no reason at all, it frustrated me to great, great, lengths. My experience was as follows:
I was asking the opinion of a socially progressive friend on what they feel are the founding axioms of social justice, because I was having trouble thinking of them on my own. (They can be derived from any set of fundamental axioms that govern morality, but I wanted something that you could specifically use to describe who is being oppressed, and why.) They seemed to be having trouble understanding what I was saying, and it was hard to get an opinion out of them. They also got angry at me for dismissing Tumblr as a legitmate source of social justice. But eventually we got to the heart of the matter, and I discovered a basic disconnecf between us: they asked, "Wait, you're seriously applying a math thing to social justice?" And I pondered that for a moment and explained that it isn't restricted to math at all, and an axiom in this context can be any belief that you use to base your beliefs on. However, then the true problem came to light (after a comparison of me to misguided 18th-century philosophes): "Sorry if it offends you, I just don't think in general that you should apply this stuff to society. Like... no."
And that did it. For the rest of the day, I wreaked physical havoc, and emotionally alienated everyone I interacted with. I even seriously contemplated suicide. I wasn't angry at my friend in particular for having said that. For the first time, I was angry at an idea: that belief systems about certain things should not be internally consistent, should not follow logical rules. It was extremely difficult to construct an argument against, because all of my arguments had logically consistent bases, and were thus invalid in its face.
I'm glad that I encountered that belief, though, like all beliefs, since I was able to solve it in the end, and make peace with it. I came to the following conclusions: