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Then and now - grief-loss


Over one hundred years ago, all through the Victorian era, death and grief were all the rage subjects for poems, songs and stories. Mournful was well thought-out a accepted and all right part of the culture. Ancestors in respect wore black clothing and/or black arm bands, women wore black veils, and it was collective to see a black headdress on the door of the home of a bereaved family, announcing overtly that this was a home of sorrow. Mourning was conspicuous and there were very detail community customs considered to aid ancestors for the duration of the grief process.

However, all through that same era, no being of breeding or courtesy would ever openly cite sex! Even any allusion to gender was assiduously buried in delicate terminology. Arms and legs were referred to as "limbs" and they were enclosed approximately completely. Any form of heartbreaking or even confidence of expression was cautiously banned by the customs of the time. Sex was a taboo subject, and it was chiefly careful to be dirty, shameful, disgusting, and for most women, barely tolerable!

How atypical it is now--over one hundred years later! We have done a cultural 180 extent turn. Now, sex has befit a area of interest (and a commodity) that is fair game for every movie and TV screen. It is commonly exploited in newspapers and magazines and is frequently and commonly used as a sales promotion gimmick.

On the other hand, grief and bereavement have rapidly be converted into the closeted issue. In many circles it is not measured polite or in good taste to frankly cite the depression caused by death. Well-mannered bereaved ancestors are likely to keep their pain confidential and silent. Sometimes, even employment is in danger of extinction by any discernible sign of emotion.

But both of these conditions--sex and death--are normal, biological parts of the human experience, and, ironically, they are both coupled to love. In a truly beneficial society, neither sex nor death be supposed to be subjects that we ought to fear or abominate or avoid.

It would seem that our flow fixation with aberrant, out of the ordinary and overabundant sex might be a hostile response appearance of the hush-hush of the Victorian era. Every time we build an aura of "forbidden fruit" about any phenomena, we often give it an appealing mystery that makes it more fascinating to inspect in fairly less good for you ways. When the bans are lifted (as they were for sex in our countryside in the late 1960s), all cautions can often be fearful aside in favor of an more or less insane overreaction.

Unless we free respect from its flow place of beating and unacceptability, we are in chance of having a analogous reaction of off the wall proportions in the next ten or twenty years. A short time in the twenty-first century, brokenhearted could perhaps attain some amazingly out-of-control rituals.

We need to assert our own autonomy from the fetters as regards dying and brokenhearted that have been located on us by a frightened and cobblestone society. Let us kindly, but firmly, affirm our human rights to feel and convey our pain in ways that are beneficial and open. With that right, of course, comes the dependability to do no harm each to others or to ourselves.

With kindness and a "do-no-harm" attitude, we can take a firm stand on the solid broken up of our rights. We can cry, speak about our losses if we want to, articulate our memories, all right definite our anger and frustrations, abandon for awhile, be bewildered and disoriented, ask for and assume help and support, and (maybe most central of all) make no apologies for our condition. We need never cave in under the analysis of those who have not walked in our sandals.

The come to is crowd of well-meaning caregivers who appoint themselves experts in seminal what is "best" for us, so we need to claim for ourselves the basic choice to trust and adhere to our own instincts and to extricate our emotions from their generous chains. We have the right to gently defend to them that we've been where they are, but they have not been where we are. We don't even assume them to appreciate us, but we what do expect-even require-is that they take our word for it when we tell them how it is.

Viva freedom!

Good Grief Assets (http://www. goodgriefresources. com) was conceived and founded by Andrea Gambill whose 17-year-old daughter died in 1976. In 1977, she founded one of the most basic chapters of The Concerned Friends, an intercontinental bereaved-parent assist group. In 1987, she founded and condensed Respect magazine, and in 2000, she coupled Centering Corporation as Editor of their new magazine, Grief Digest. Twenty eight years of come across in grief assist has provided beneficial insights into the distinctive needs of the bereaved and their caregivers and wide admission to many brilliant resources.

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The Restorative Power of Ritual  Harvard Business Review

Hope and Grief  Thrive Global

Grieving for My Sick City  The New York Times

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