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.
But there doesn't have to be a contest! Krusso, I can personally clearly imagine what it was like to have someone tell you that you have no right to grieve, how painful and insulting and blaming that was. That is NOT what anyone here is saying.
It is worse to lose a leg than a foot, but they are both terrible and cause suffering and sadness and a big change in your life. It is not minimizing your right to grieve to say which is worse, because what has happened to you, or will happen to you is the worst thing that has ever happened to YOU. You can have a little grief or a lot of grief or no grief at all, and no one should tell you different.
Krusso, You were hurt and angry with good reason. But to tell a mother whose son was MURDERED that she is minimizing your grief is lacking in compassion and any sort of perspective. Get over yourself. NOT over your grief, but get over having rules about how people are supposed to treat you.
You do have a chip on your shoulder, or thin skin or something. Again, I'm not talking about your grief, but about what you will allow others to say to you. No one gets to control what other people say to them. You can say what you like to BoniChak. I also get to say to you that I think you are being unkind to someone who was NOT being unkind to you. Please relax and let us continue to support you in your grief. You do not get less sympathy from us because it's ONLY your parents who are dying.
Then she comes here, supposing to be a safe place of support, which has been helpful before, and the posts are beginning to help pull her through by soothing and understanding. Then Heidi writes something that totally resonates with krusso and you can tell it's beginning to make her feel better.
Then all of a sudden BonChak chines in, even though she starts out by saying she was going to stay away from this post, but doesn't, and spins the entire conversation right back to where krusso was coming from in the first place.
Now two members are warring amongst themselves DON'T tell me what to do! Well then, Don't Tell ME what to do! OMG... I'm trying to imagine why BonChak had needed that particular time to chime in without realizing she was pulling the conversation back in the wrong direction. But I can only infer that THAT is HER perspective. It was just ill timed to share it at that moment.
Everything, every single thing, in life is relative and it's all about perspective. I can share my own story of loss right now because it's pertinent, and hope I won't be judged because it's not a parent or child, it's about a dog. But the analogy is similar, and it's about insensitive comments. I'm single, never been married, had my own business, have taken care of 4 close relatives with dementia, without the help of my family, but my avocation was Animal Rescue. I placed most of the animals I rescued but did keep several and it would be fair to say that I had more animals than most people would prefer. One old red dog, toothless, arthritic and partially blind I rescued from the busy street in front of my business one day. I had him for three years before he passed. There was a girlfriend of mine whom I had known since we were 11 years old. She I loved her ONE dog very much and never judged me for my Menagerie. But when I was upset and told her Red had died, she rather flippantly and cavalierly said that at least it wasn't one of my "regular" animals. Can I even explain to you how that comment took me aback? What is that supposed to mean I asked her. Well, you didn't have him since he was a puppy or anything. I kept confronting her and her answers got more and more lame. She had a very sick mom, an autistic child, an agoraphobic husband as well as a disabled large dog. I had never been anything other than helpful and supportive of her and her family needs. And biw she couldn't see that I could love this old dog the same as my other dogs and cats I may have had all their lives. We didn't keep bringing this up but we never really came to an agreement on the philosophy of this. Little my little our friendship of 50 years eroded and it is today non existent.
Now, some of you might say, OMG, just over a DOG? But, no, over feeling hurt an unsupported. Not the dog, my emotions. Things affect you very powerfully when your emotions are raw and out there on your sleeve.
So, I think what krusso was trying to address in the beginning what's her pain. And the woman in the support group also having pain, was saying, My pain's bigger than your pain. Then BC chimed in to enforce that idea. I'm here to tell you, as Heidi said, this isn't a peeing contest for who hurts more than anybody else. This is a Support Forum - offer positive advice but please don't interject your own story as a way to quantify someone else's experience, particularly as a way of putting it benearh your own!
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.
Grieving groups are a place to share these emotions. Feel your anger, it's a healthy emotion. Anger isn't always bad.
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.
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