I don't know about any of you but I'm really getting sick and tired hearing from everyone How strong I am and they don't know what they would do if it happened to them. I tell everyone I'm not really strong I'm just dealing with my crappy circumstances. I'm starting to find the word "strong" kind of offensive. Maybe it's just me I don't know.
Re: The word "strong"
You know, I don't get offended because I know people mean it in a good way, but it's not my favorite. Sometimes it makes me feel like people think I should be doing worse, and I feel a little judged. But I know that lying in bed crying all day would not mean I loved my daughter more. If people think being strong means getting up every day, taking a shower, and going to work, then they would say I'm being strong. People don't know what they can handle until it happens to them.
ETA: There is a post about this today on Still Standing: https://stillstandingmag.com/2012/10/you-just-dont-know-until-youve-been-there/
In memory of Corbin Scott 10/28/11-12/3/11. Heaven got another angel the night you left this world behind Heaven got a little better the day it took you away from me Missing you tonight, see you again sometime For now I'll close my eyes and dream of heaven tonight I'll love you forever I'll like you for always Now and Forever My baby you'll be
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The day the Bump died - Jasper is wise
EDD: 06/25/2006 M/C: 11/03/2005
EDD: 04/08/2012 M/C: 09/03/2011
EDD: 12/27/2012 Born Sleeping: 07/19/2012
EDD: 12/07/2013 M/C 05/30/2013 & 05/31/2013
EDD: 07/01/2016 Born sleeping: 03/02/2016
Baby Boy born sleeping at 20 weeks.
I'm glad someone gets it. I feel the same way. When people tell me I'm so strong and that they'd be curled up in bed, it makes me want to throw something. I want to be curled up in bed, but I have to keep living. Just because I'm not crying my eyes out in a dark room 24/7 doesn't mean that I'm not grieving.
Then, H actually told me the other day that I need to find some sort of closure, or I'll never get over it. Um, excuse me, but we lost our son. He seems to be dealing with it just fine and like he's moved on [which is a whole 'nother issue that I'm struggling with], but he expects me to be OK. Nope - not OK. I won't ever be the same again. That pissed me off.
I completely agree. I'm new in this journey, but I'm also sick of people telling me I'm too strong and it's okay to be weak. I cry my eyes out several times an hour, but apparently that's not weak enough.
When people have been telling me I'm strong, I just say I'm just trying to live in this new life I've been handed.
{{hugs}} I am so sorry that your H is not being supportive. I really do not know what else to say.
The day the Bump died - Jasper is wise
After almost 5 years, I still hear it. Mostly from people who are new to the story of my son, Dylan. I've come to assume that it is just something that people say to fill in the awkward silence or that they think it's the best thing to say. Hearing it from certain people never bothered me, but I'll admit I sometimes found myself rolling me eyes or just shrugging. I appreciated the support, but nobody understood what I was going through. Except for my aunt, who lost her son in a car crash. She never once used the word strong to describe me. She honestly didn't say much, because she's been there. She knew when to say something and when not to. I give people who have not suffered the loss of their child the benefit of the doubt.
I met my DH about 5 months after the loss of Dylan & what irritated me more than anything was when people started to ask us when and if I was going to have another baby. I know it's a natural question, but it really hurt me sometimes. It made me feel bitter towards them because they just didn't get it. Take it day by day, it does become easier...believe it or not. I never thought I would be able to live a day without crying. Then, one day, it happened. And it's happened many times since then. I DO feel like I'm a stronger person now, but not because I don't cry or because I went through something tragic. I feel like the love that I have for my son changed me and made me strong.