I think I rather overwhelmed them all with my Rant, Scaredycat, but I do “hear” others despite self preoccupation. In some ways, more so.
I hope your friend is doing as well as she can be, but I suppose that the tests are to try and find out if she can continue with treatment and so on. Yes, it has been an indoor day/cat cuddles/trying to be grateful for the garden and the filling of reservoirs..
I’ve had a lot to organise for the Zoom with HQ Safeguarding tomorrow, and some useful thoughts and queries in that process. This was in between a good dentists appointment (passed flying colours), the gym (more natter than exercise) and a Costa (more emailing and altering appointments this week so I can enjoy seeing brother for a walk on Friday - (I have previously only seen him re or less annually, this is us deciding to make to more frequent, he drives to me)
I’ve just been to a Quaker Zoom: in the chat after wards it emerged that one lady has just lost her husband 3 days ago (expected) and a quiet man at the end, 2 weeks, and he has been bottling it up alone so was able to cry with us there. I told him it was OK to cry with us, and so on.
I was pondering how much I had learnt from you Doodle and others in GN as regards grief: that “walking with someone” is best: of course there was someone who brought a well meant platitude in, but I knew just 2 weeks after, he was actually lost in a sort of chaos. there is a regular sort of group that always come so we get to know each other.
And it did make me reflect on MrA: when he got fixated on me, he was actually full of grief for his wife, going round women and trying to cope physically at times with touch:
But instead of talking about his grief with me, he was actually trying to fill the hole
to replace, with a fantasy woman, that never took into account how I was, what my feelings were, and literally, physically seized me. For his bed and his everyday life in his mind.
“Rebuffed”, he switched first into defence mode “it was just an over friendly hug”,
then, when reported as what it was, sexual, turned against me, instinctively manipulating others, avoiding self reflection
- going through processes designed to help him reflect, but used them to “tick boxes” to appear contrite. And now of course involving others.
(this insight should help me and also others)
But what struck me was that for me, hearing of grieving in all its aspects helps me, as I was unable to grieve when my Dad died, I was 20, my younger sis and bro 14, and my mum went into mental hospital, and the family literally felt as having fallen apart, as I was away at college: we had no funeral, and all.
So Doodle you are a teacher and a helper just by being you.