How often suicide survivors hear well-meaning friends say
that they can’t imagine what it’s like to lose a child. They are trying to
convey sympathy, sensitivity and respect for the enormity of our loss. They don’t
want to presume what it’s like, in part because it’s too painful or
uncomfortable to try to imagine. And so they stop themselves from imagining,
without realizing that their statement can stop conversation and make survivors
feel even more isolated and alone as the ‘other’ that no one can truly
understand.
It’s similar to when people say that “there are no words”
for this experience; they want to show caring and their sense that words are
inadequate to the situation. But the effect can also be silencing.
I was reminded of this recently in an essay by Phil Klay* on
how veterans hear the same lines from non-veterans about their combat
experience. “If we fetishize trauma as incommunicable, then survivors are
trapped—unable to feel truly known by their nonmilitary friends and family,” he
writes. “You don’t honor someone by telling them, ‘I can never imagine what you’ve
been through.’ Instead, listen to their story and try to imagine being in it,
no matter how hard or uncomfortable that feels.”
I believe people who say they cannot
imagine my experience as a survivor. But I, too, would rather that they follow
up with a question or a request to hear about whatever I feel able to share. Just
as Klay says Americans need to hear veterans’ stories to gain a fuller
understanding of war, people need to hear survivors’ stories to better grasp
suicide and its relatives of mental illness, substance abuse, grief, and existential
despair. These are not somebody else’s problems; even if they have not directly
affected someone’s life, that could change in a moment.
I started this blog for these very reasons: so others could
begin to imagine the experience of suicide loss and to break the silence when
words feel inadequate. So I could speak and be heard and connect to fellow
survivors. I still urgently need to make this experience understandable to
myself and to others, including those far from it. I still often struggle to
find the words. Right now, that search for words and meaning helps give me courage on the mourner’s path.
*Klay, P. (2014, Feburary 9.) After war, a failure of the
imagination. New York Times, SR 4.
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