When I went to a general grief support group, one of the members during break told me "you expect to bury your parents, but NOT your child, now THAT'S grief." How do I get past my anger toward this woman & know it's perfectly OK to grive for my beloved parents? I'm very close w/both & I know I will be totally devastated when mom passes. I told a close friends this & all she said was TWO words, "I know." NOTHING else, not God will help you through it AND she belives in God!!!After she said that I felt a great sense of relief knowing it's OK to be devastated. But how do I get past my anger for that woman? Thanks.
living, gas, and the afterlife (NOT "gas")
for guidance in the FAITH department (NOT "face")
seems like what's HAPPENED IN these two cases
1 person has given you A very matter of fact (NOT "hey")
have an affinity with or KNOW they are open minded (NOT "no")
Bless you. The loss of our parent(s) is really painful.. we become orphans.
As a follower of Jesus Christ, He demonstrated the upmost forgiveness of our sins by dying on the cross for me... and by believing in Him - that he died on the cross for my sins, and was resurrected from the dead three days later, I have that same ability to forgive through the Holy Spirit. I've been victimized and hurt deeply, but I have forgiven my offenders. That does not mean I trust them. Don't confuse the two.
Your anger will turn to resentment and bitterness - and such will paralyze you and negatively effect you.. Bitterness is never healthy.
I suggest that you go back to this group and see the pain and emptiness that others are feeling... there will be others that you will connect with... it's a simple act of empathy to let the other lady know you 'heard' her.... you don't have to like her, you don't even have to forgive her, but that just adds to your own pain.... I pray that you find a solution that works for you....people say hurtful things when they are hurting... it's just life...what we do with that speaks about us, not them.... sending you lots of hugs...
I'm mean and ornery enough, that if my sense of loss and pain had been ignored or diminished by specific actions .. either from another griever or from the facilitator, I'd be going directly to who or whatever is sponsoring the event. "Are you kidding?? You let people basically tell me that my pain is nothing compared to someone else's?? I'll be sure to let all MY friends know what kind of non-caring, irresponsible organization you're running. Have business cards?" (and one by one tear the things up)
As to forgetting what someone else told you. WE are responsible for our reactions. I don't mean to imply it's easy, but we have to take at least that much control over the situation. Let's pretend for a moment that the woman said what she said, so that someone else might feel a touch of her pain, that she's hoping by saying things like that it might ease her own. She's in such a state that she can't realize it's futile. Let's pretend she meant to be mean. So what? Literally.
What others do and say is not about you, as much as it is about them.
What finally works for me to get past what I consider to be other people's rudeness, meanness, spitefulness is to realize: it's not about me .. it's about them. Their pain. I work to try to comprehend from their perspective. I don't always succeed, but I try hard to turn my anger into understanding and compassion. Not for their sake: for mine. I'd rather feel love and healing, than bitterness and pain. And I get to choose, believe it or not.
Many years ago, I was sitting in my garden, grieving deeply the loss of the love of my life, tears streaming, the wail of grief cutting off my breath, so that I was hiccupping and rocking myself uncontrollably. I was utterly alone. And a soft, still voice whispered in my head, "Are you done yet?" The rest of the 'conversation' (there weren't any other answers but my own, so it was a one-sided affair), went along these lines: Huh? Well, yeah, I hate feeling this way. So Stop. What? How can I just stop? I could visualize myself drawing a line in the sand. Step over that line and be done. How could it be that easy? Try it and see. I took a deep breath and stepped. I chose to be finished with the anger and the pain. And .. it was that easy.
As I said, it's been many years since that "lesson" .. and I've had to relearn it time and again. And it's always true. I am my own best enemy and my own best friend. I cherish what I have around me, and further choose to walk away from what does not give me joy or strength. I've walked away from strangers who labeled themselves friends and family.
We may not think we have choices, but every movement we make is a decision. A Choice. I like to call them ChoicePoint moments .. to help remind me that it IS a choice. Some times are harder than others .. because something in me wants to cling to something about that pain: the memory, my own self-righteousness, my own need to be right (oh, don't get me started on that one), the indignation, the shame. And, when I finally do move on .. call it forgiveness, call it willful choice, call it whatever you want .. when I move on, I realize how much power and grief and pain I allowed something/something outside of me to effect me, and how much time and energy I could have been giving something else. And then I choose something else. I just do.
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ok, that was really much more long-winded and more preachy than I usually like to be. But .. it's written .. and I've never shared that "are you done yet" story with anyone, anywhere. Guess I just need to say it .. whether it means anything to anyone else .. is anyone's else's best guess. Hope it's somehow helpful.
Blessings .. Love, Laugh, Learn,
LadeeC
Can you picture that woman saying the exact same thing to you, but with tears streaming down her face, possibly even holding the body of a dead child? Then her words would not mean "Your grief is small." They would mean "My grief is so enormous that it fills the entire world. My grief is so large that no one else even exists. My grief is killing me." I think if you see that, you might be able to forget your wounds, which are real, and forget how her words hurt you, and open your heart to have compassion for her. She is wounded, and like a wounded animal, she is dangerous to be around because her pain causes her to strike out. What she said has no reflection on you.
If this idea doesn't help, please ignore it. I still haven't forgotten or forgiven a stranger who went on and on about how inappropriate my husband's behavior had been AFTER I told her he had memory problems. His "inappropriate behavior" was taking the conversation in a different direction! So if you want to, just punch the b***h in the face. lol.
Grieving groups are a place to share these emotions. Feel your anger, it's a healthy emotion. Anger isn't always bad.
You don't forget exactly, but you come to realize that your own experience in your own head is real and valid and yes, sure, maybe it IS generally worse in many ways to lose a child or a spouse than a parent and yet that does not make it easy when mom and dad go on and leave you at the helm. You were in need of support and someone who felt they needed support more, or needed more support, decided it was OK to get it by taking it away from you...and no, it was NOT OK. A better facilitator might have handled it better for you, but they are only human and these things are awkward.