Showing posts with label Grief Can't Be Cured~Grief IS the Cure. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grief Can't Be Cured~Grief IS the Cure. Show all posts

Friday, April 11, 2014

Friday's Faith - A Survival Key







Friday's Faith

A Survival Key





As we go through Child-Loss Grief and Trauma, we discover there are many opinions coming our way from people who really have no clue what our new world is like. Much less then could they intelligently advise us as to how to grapple with a world they could not comprehend, much less have a handle on. 

(Thursday's Therapy - Only a Few Really Know..), my last post, was about a knowledgable group of people coming up with illogical answers for our needs even though they are often considered to be "experts" in the (psychiatric / psychological) people-helping field. Such a professional faux pas serves as a drastic example that we, the survivors, or "invisible heroes" to our Child-Loss Grief and Trauma "war" simply must attune to our own hearts and souls for how then we must live. 


How many of us have had to correct our doctors or our therapists as to the true nature of what we are up against when they toss out superficial bandaids to our deep soul wounds?

Experts in the helping fields must remember two cardinal rules we (I am in that same helping field) must live by, and those are, First, "Do No Harm!" and Second, "Know What You Do Not Know!"








Walt Whitman Graphic, thanks to Dr. Joanne Cacciatore
"Invisible Heroes" - thanks to, Bellaruth Naparstek

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Wednesday's Woe - You're on the Outside Looking In, I'm on the Inside Looking...at Forever!





Wednesday's Woe

You're on the Outside Looking In,
I'm on the Inside Looking...at Forever!




I'm so tired of your list --

Your "Should-Not/Should" list

Keeps me pissed...



If I lived in a Leper's Colony, would...


My civilian peers think THEY know best ~

Would they rant and rave

That I should not live with folks in a cave...?


Would they say I should come over more;

I should no longer hang in that 'hood,


That I'm just becoming a terrible bore...


Or would they assert they know JUST why

I'm in the mess I'm in...


"Why,

you just need to use MY moisturizer on your skin...!"




Then, why O why, do they think...


They can define how to swim not sink

In this new world I find myself in:


This "Child-Loss Griever Untouchables Den"?


So I ask you,


If a wood-chuck could chuck wood...

how much wood would a wood-chuck chuck

If a wood-chuck could chuck wood?



Likewise,


If a non-griever could grieve grief...

how much grief could a non-griever grieve

if a non-griever could grieve grief?



If a non-Child-Loss-Griever thinks he could

Live in a Griever's skin for a day,

How long do you think he'd make it in our 'hood

Without crying out, running away,


Or without sinking under the depressive load

Of sorrow, or of th' angst of his ignorant goad,

"You've lost a child; that's no biggie~

Just move on you big fat sissy!"



He'd be in for another think or two

If he thinks he could swim not sink,

Sopped in such ignorant goo...


So all I can say to these bratty finks

Who sell their wares with nary a blink,


(I could tell them a thing or two

if I could maintain some calm reserve),


Or I could just say what they deserve,

When they come 'roun with their nasty goo,


"Just leave me alone! GO! Shoo, fly, Shoo!"











Picture: Thanks to FotoSearch.com
Poem - Angie Bennett Prince - You're on the Outside-Looking In, I'm on the Inside-Looking...at Forever! - 2/15/2011