From where I was seated, it seemed that no one cried at my father’s funeral. It seemed to me that it was stoicism all the way. Most of them were pretty good at it. My 12-year-old nephew was looking a bit shaky for a while, parents wondering whether he would ‘make it’ to be part of the party to walk the casket it out. And I can tell you that I was definitely shaky. I was all but crying, but everyone was so stone-faced that I was determined that I wouldn’t ‘fall apart’. Continue reading
There’s a moment in our lives, for all of us, when we realise that our parents have grown old, and after a lifetime of looking to them, now they are looking to us. A lifetime of you being their ‘child’, now in some ways, that is reversed. The only way you avoid this is if you completely cut off all contact with them some time before. Otherwise it’s a stage of our lives that is impossible to ignore. It is a time that can have enormous effect on both our mental health and theirs. Everything has changed. Now you realise that you’re finally ‘grown up’. Continue reading
When I announced my blogging hiatus, I made it complete. I had already begun a bit on a hiatus from all personal social media. At least that’s what I intended it to be. In fact, I’ve decided not to reactivate my fb account, not even a little. I’m both happier and healthier without it.
(Trigger Warning: This post covers a lot of things that I think could be potentially triggering, though none of them graphically. I can’t really delineate anything here, because there is nothing especially specific to warn you of. I’m not entirely sure this is even necessary. But I will err on the side of caution.)
We don’t ever talk about it, we don’t ever even want to think about it, but lately I have had to spend a lot of time and energy focused on a terrible reality, and I feel it needs to be discussed. Continue reading