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VAD: The Power of Choice

Julian Kingma was afraid of dying.

In this regard, perhaps the award-winning portrait photographer is not much different from the rest of us. But Kingma’s obsession with mortality had stalked him since childhood – and spilled over into adulthood.

Sometimes, in his work, he would be sent out on end-of-life stories, documenting terminally ill people. He was fascinated by people who wanted to end their lives, long before Victoria became the first Australian state to introduce voluntary assisted dying (VAD) legislation in 2017.

In 2021, he listened to Better Off Dead, a podcast by Andrew Denton, founder of the assisted dying charity Go Gentle. Denton was telling the stories of some of the first people to access the landmark Victorian laws.

For Kingma, it was a lightbulb moment. Hearing the stories was one thing – putting faces to them was another. He rang Go Gentle. The collaboration that followed, a book-length photo essay called The Power Of Choice, was life-changing.

Kingma travelled the country for more than a year, sitting, staying with and capturing people who had accessed assisted dying, along with their doctors, carers and families. The experience challenged him to look death in the eye – and helped alleviate some of his own anxiety.… Read more..

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My ticker was a time bomb

The scar on my chest is seven inches long. At the top of my sternum, the incision site, it’s white and waxy, slowly fading on its journey south. But the last inch is a raised, red, rubbery knob of keloid tissue – a constant reminder, not that I need it.

It will be a year on Tuesday since I underwent open-heart surgery. I have not been quite the same person since; something for which I am mostly profoundly thankful, as much as I am to still be alive.

Mostly, I’m calmer. I had been warned of possible depression in the wake of the surgery. For years, especially in the last decade, I lived in a constant fritz of anxiety, having at least one very public meltdown. I have written openly about my mental health over the years.

These days, by comparison, I feel like a Zen master. Not that I’d recommend heart surgery as a solution to psychological trauma, but if nothing else it gave me a radical sense of perspective and gratitude, an attitude I wasn’t previously on familiar terms with.

Which means I can’t help but ask the question: to what degree was my psychological wellbeing affected by my literally broken heart?… Read more..

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