Denial can happen to anyone, even me. I had years of nursing and helping others cope with death under my belt, but when my own mother died, I couldn't face up to it. This is my story.
During my humble forays into the pathways of bereavement, I’ve tried to express how people feel and why. How we all react in many different ways.
When my dear mother died of cancer, after several years of pain, it was a relief. She was free from suffering and at peace. However, in some strange way my sub-conscious mind expected everything to be back to normal now.
I couldn’t go to the florist to choose a wreath as that would be admitting she’d died.
We lived in Cheshire in the UK at the time with two young children. Mum had been with us for 6 months during her illness and I’d cared for her. Our family and her sisters all wanted her to be near them, as they’d missed her too. She’d been home with Dad and then in hospital only a month before she died, whilst I was back in Cheshire with the children at school.
The funeral was in the North of England. When my husband and I got to the house for the funeral the coffin was in the middle of the lounge, open for mourners to say their goodbyes before the funeral directors took her away. The children were with friends, and I’d been a nurse for years, but I immediately went upstairs and just couldn’t look at Mum. I couldn’t go downstairs until she’d left. The funeral was a total fog to me, as if it was happening to someone else.
Within weeks we’d moved from Cheshire to an area where no-one knew I’d just had a bereavement. They’d never met Mum and I never talked about her. My father came twice a year for a months holiday and we went north to see him and the rest of the family. On the surface all seemed well. Life went on. Dad kept busy and my brother and family lived near him.
It was many years later that I walked into a psychology lecture where the teacher asked who loved and had a great relationship with their mother. I put my hand up and was amazed that only half the class did. Then the lecture began on bereavement. To my amazement and that of my other student friends, the happy go lucky person I normally am, was in the throes of inconsolable sobbing. I was in the middle of the health visiting course with lots of experienced people around. I realised that I’d been in complete denial of my mother’s death, had been stuck in the denial stage of grief for years and had never allowed myself to go through the grieving process.
Because of the house move it had been easier to do. No-one ever bringing up her name in conversations or asking me how I was. I was always supportive of Dad on his visits to my home. We stayed in our caravan or with friends when we went North. Or we met Dad at my brother’s house, so I rarely went to my mother’s home. It was all too easy to pretend it hadn’t happened.
The process of bereavement certainly hadn’t happened. I was in denial.
Once I’d let it start, it was such a relief to be able to talk about my beloved mother again and put photos up around the house. The children can still remember her lovely piano playing. It was good to talk and think about her again and know I could do it with pleasure and not the pain. It had all been too painful to contemplate at the time. I’d missed her death in hospital. I’d not been around for the planning of the funeral. It was difficult living 5 hours drive away with 2 young children. So it was all too easy to get stuck in denial and not go through the normal grieving process.
My advice is to get involved as much as possible with the funeral. Emails, texts and phones these days make it so much easier.
It’s easy with hindsight to see that I should have chosen the wreath and cried.
I should have said my goodbyes in the house and cried again. There are times when it is best to allow yourself to grieve, and then you can move on.
It might even be worth trying a grief workbook or handbook. Perhaps if these had been around when my Mum died I might not have shut my feelings away so much. The following book comes highly recommended:
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