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According to the web, these stages are universal: experienced by . I can only speak from my own experience, but as a person with Asperger’s, I disagree. No one would have ever thought “aneurysm” in an otherwise healthy sixteen year old girl.
The second is a philosophy put forth by the Utilitarian philosophers that states morality cannot be tied to a rational thought process; rather, that it is tied more to the avoidance of suffering.
People grieving can go back and forth between stages as they work through them. While my family members struggled with the first four stages of grief, I only struggled with one. The respirator made her lungs expand and collapse – it gave the impression she was breathing.
Acceptance, the final stage, can take years to reach and some people may never reach it. Even though a piece of my heart wanted to believe that she was still “in there”, my brain knew she was gone.
For the first time in forever, my heart trumped my brain.
I had spent the days after her death helping and planning and doing for others.
Assess the co-worker who is telling you this, watch how they interact with others and if your gut tells you they are on the level, listen to them.
I have experience with not heeding such advice and in one instance, during the early 80’s, was actually fired because I spoke up for myself in a meeting, stating the work being presented was mine and pulled out evidence to prove it. Narcissists in the work place are just as bad as they are outside the work place.
In my last blog, Goodbye Small Fry, I talked about the death of my niece Vanessa. There were a few scattered articles on explaining death to your aspie child. Those who had experienced a loss were very supportive, but many of those who did not have a similar experience could not relate. A facet that maybe only we are capable of feeling – Internal Conflict. In almost all instances in our lives, logic automatically overrides emotion.
I shared the story of her loss so you could see what a profound loss it was. They wanted to, but without any personal experience, it was difficult for them. I understand all too well how it feels to not be able to ‘be there’ because you cannot understand – no matter how bad you want to. The brain prevails over the heart almost every time and the heart stays quiet.
I am not in any way minimizing my family’s grief, but at times I wished I could feel denial, bargaining, or anger – anything but this crushing depression and sadness.
I felt like every ounce of my energy was poured into processing the depression I was feeling.
It isn’t logical, but like I said, the heart trumps the brain on this one.