tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909738916028961904.post912113504512872896..comments2023-05-07T05:17:37.813-07:00Comments on Lost: boys and bearings: HidingGretchenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03910724060715591409noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909738916028961904.post-68986511902677103732015-04-07T12:13:55.714-07:002015-04-07T12:13:55.714-07:00Thank you, Sim. I feel so vulnerable putting this...Thank you, Sim. I feel so vulnerable putting this out there. I read about other bereaved mothers being much more bold..., trying not to hide. And I feel discouraged. But the truth is, I was bold after we lost B.W., and I just don't have it in me "this time", after Zachary has died. I am sorry you understand the part of this that is driven by the double loss. Gretchenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03910724060715591409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909738916028961904.post-56116413257284461642015-04-04T07:47:34.628-07:002015-04-04T07:47:34.628-07:00RIght there with you Gretchen. I am still hiding....RIght there with you Gretchen. I am still hiding. Or sometimes I like to think of it as boundary setting. Sure, there are times when I squirrel away from situations I know I should face, but there are also times when I'm simply protecting myself. For me setting boundaries gives me a little sense of control in this crazy grief world. I do it at work (no postpartum visits and no births) and I do it in my social life (i've stoped hanging out with friends with young kids, sadly). Some of these things I"ll reintroduce at some point- somethings maybe never. we do what we do to get through the days. hugs. Meghan O'COnnorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12089904608391521249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909738916028961904.post-75687350054283554672015-04-03T08:06:08.567-07:002015-04-03T08:06:08.567-07:00I have similar fears and anxieties. I anticipate m...I have similar fears and anxieties. I anticipate meetings, I know what I want to say, but the words never come out how you plan. <br /><br />Today is 5 months since our son died. I worry that soon I too will have the expectation that I should be moving on. Fuck them and their happy lives. I am sorry I do not fit into your mold. I am sorry that my sadness makes YOU uncomfortable. I will go back and hide in the safety of my house and let your life, the life we should have, continue unaffected by our tragedy.<br /><br />Thank you for articulating this, Gretchen.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4909738916028961904.post-79355830342498136742015-04-02T13:08:57.649-07:002015-04-02T13:08:57.649-07:00This is such a strong post
I keep thinking about i...This is such a strong post<br />I keep thinking about it<br />It is so hard to be confronted with what should have been, especially twice<br />I know this too, even though my story is different<br />Thank you for sharing your storySimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09103271747904767063noreply@blogger.com