The Grief Counsellor was introduced to us when we were at the hospital. He’d pick us out from where we were standing and would say things like “And you must be his partner” or “And I take it that you’re the brother?” etc. His way of addressing us was irritating to say the least. But it’s what he said next that I didn’t like.
“This was his journey…”
“You should be grateful that he died here, and not in some sort of horrible car accident. Just think, if he was in a car accident, he’d have looked much worse than this”
“It’s ok for you to move on and be with someone else, you’re only 25- he’d want that”
He said other things too, most of which I’ve chosen to forget. I understand that they must say things to cover every type of ‘loss’ situation but it was like listening to someone read from cue cards. I struggled to make eye contact with him throughout his talk as he made me furious. I had to bite my tongue the entire time and the few times that I did manage to look up, I made sure that I gave him the foulest look of Hell. I really wanted to tell him to shut up and get out, but I knew that I couldn’t.
He rambled on with his “journey” and “life” speech for a few more minutes before he made his way around to each of us to give us his business card. He put his hand on my shoulder when I didn’t respond to his handshake and left his card on the little table that was next to me. I turned my head away as he said goodbye and left the room. As soon as he left, I looked at everyone- They had all thought the same thing as I did. “What an idiot!”
I understand that these services are made available to us to make the transition to our new life easier. I understand that the GC was just doing his job but I didn’t like the way that he spoke to us, or the things that he said. I’d like to think that other GC’s perhaps handle themselves differently, and (I hope) have different approaches with these incredibly personal situations.
It was for this reason, and this reason alone that I chose not to seek any grief counselling. I didn’t want to hear about these supposed “journeys”. I didn’t need someone to look at me, and fill me with their ideas of how this was “meant to be”. It meant nothing to me and for the most part I found it insulting to say the very least.
I didn’t want any advice from anyone unless they were, or have been in my exact situation. Because only they would know how it feels.
To the person that’s walking in my shoes:
I am certain that counselling can have some amazing benefits. But, it comes down to the individual. Had this person been different, I may have been more comfortable talking with someone about it, and maybe finding good ways of dealing with certain things, rather than finding things out for myself, though I’ve not regretted the way of which I handled anything.
Grieving is a very personal thing and only you will know how you feel- so don’t let anybody tell you how you should be feeling. Don’t let anybody force you into seeking counselling. On the flip side of that, don’t let anybody tell you that you shouldn’t seek counselling. It’s up to you and you alone. Only you will know how you feel.
My advice would be to make an appointment with a GP and see them if you feel up to it. They will have resources and contacts available for you for if and when you need it. It took me about 3 weeks to see one and I’m glad that I did it. It meant that they were aware of my situation and it was on record for any future reference.
During our appointment, we discussed how I was coping mentally, emotionally, and physically, and we also discussed the options of anti-depressants. I told her the truth. If you decide to see a GP, please be honest with them. Tell them exactly how you feel- They’re there to help you and the only way they can help you is if you’re 100% honest with them.
I am here to share my story and how I have dealt with my loss. I cannot stress that enough that everyone grieves differently and that there is no right or wrong way to go about it and that any advice that I give is not a “professional opinion”. But what I do know is what I have learnt, and looking back now, what I wish I may have done differently.
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