Will I ever get over the guilt?

guilt-heart‘GUILT. Guilt comes from a mistaken belief that we could have, or should have, prevented the death from happening, or from regret over irreconciled aspects of the relationship. In truth, we all do the best we can given our human shortcomings. We cannot predict the future, nor do we have power over the events in our universe. It is human nature to subconsciously blame oneself rather than accept these truths.’ (From a Handbook for Survivors of Suicide by Jeffrery Jackson)

It breaks my heart every time I hear of another young life lost to suicide and another family shattered.

When a newly bereaved parent joins the support group, nine times out of ten the first thing they write about is now they feel responsible for their child’s death.

As parents we feel we should be able to protect our children from all harm, therefore when anything happens to them we tend to blame ourselves. When a child dies by suicide, whether a teenager, a young adult or an older adult we still feel somehow that we should have been able to do something to prevent it.

Why didn’t we see the signs? If we did see the signs, why didn’t we intervene? Why didn’t they come to us for help? We failed them, we let them down. I hear this over and over again.

If course this is illogical. We know we loved our children with every fibre of our being and we would literally have laid down our lives to save them, but we couldn’t. Continue reading

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Can we separate the ‘death’ from the life?

ID-10010334 I had a ‘suicide’ drawer in my dresser. When Toby died I accumulated all manner of upsetting papers and documents. The first was an ‘Interim certificate of death’. Imagine going to open the post and seeing ‘Toby Thorn’ ‘Asphyxiation’ and ‘Death’ leaping off the page and stabbing you in the heart.

Toby Thorn, my beautiful boy, my son – seeing in black and white official confirmation of what I had been told but was still struggling to absorb, was just almost too much to bear.

I also received a police report, witness statements from the coroner and had property returned by the police. Later I had a post mortem report, letters from Barclays Bank and Student finance, and newspaper cuttings that reported that the body of a 23 year old young man was found in a field.

One by one these went into the ‘suicide drawer’. I didn’t want to destroy them, for some strange reason I thought I might need them, for what I don’t know. Continue reading

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It is so bad…..

2013-01-27 14.25.18I realise that someone falling upon this blog who starts reading from the newest posts may not fully understand the events or the experiences that have led me to this point.   A comment on my latest post has led me to take stock and review the message I am putting out there.

I don’t analyse or agonise about what I write and publish. My view of a blog is that it is really a journal that I choose to share with anyone who cares to read it. Of course I am aware that I am publishing it so I probably do subconsciously censor it. However I write fast as thoughts come into my head, it has been described as kind of opening up a vein and letting the words pour onto the page.

I always write like that, even articles that I have written for newspapers and magazines. It comes easily to me and even articles that are edited and amended end up very close to what I originally wrote.   One of the reasons I do publish what I write is because I have an inner desire to help other parents by sharing my story and to help someone who may have lost their child to suicide very recently, so in most of my posts I do try to show there is hope for the future even after you have experienced your worst nightmare. Of course it is also cathartic.   Continue reading

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Awakening from a coma

Sun setting on St Michael's MountIt’s been just over two years since I encountered the life shattering tragedy of losing my son Toby to suicide.

I have spoken before about the trauma being like a brain injury, everything I knew, believed in and valued was wiped out and I had to start living again, rebuilding, relearning about what was important, what mattered and most importantly how I was going to survive.

In the beginning that is all I did: I survived. I got up, washed, took care of the dog, took care of my Dad, I ate and I slept. At the end of the day I congratulated myself for getting through that day, but I never looked very far ahead. The day Toby died I stopped planning for my future and just started planning how I was going to get through the next hour, and then the next day, and then the next week. Continue reading

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Second anniversay

I am feeling much more peaceful this year and am spending the anniversary at home, just quietly remembering my beautiful boy. This is what I said at his funeral.

What can you say about a 23 year old young man who died? That he loved computer games, Magic the gathering, House, Pizza, his friends and me.

IMG_1019 - Copy (4)He was one of a kind, a one off, unique.  He didn’t follow the crowd and he chose his friends carefully. He had a good soul and when it counted it shone through. He could drive me to distraction by sleeping til 3 pm and leaving a trail of dirty dishes and clothes through the house, but what I would give today to pick up his dirty clothes off the floor. Continue reading

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I hope you had the time of your life

2013-04-07 17.24.29I remember distinctly the first time I heard this song. I was watching a documentary on BBC2 about a family who had a son who was autistic. He got so distressed by eveyday life, they had moved to some remote spot in Scotland. The documentary was profoundly moving and at the end they played ‘Good Riddance, I hope you had the time of your life’ by Green Day.

http://youtu.be/_bTdLi0YUVM

Toby must have been in his late teens, because I rushed upstairs humming the song to him, and asking him to Google it to see who it was by. He raised his eyebrows and said ‘It’s by Green Day, and you can’t like that, because that is a band I like’. Continue reading

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Happy Mother’s Day

2013-03-10 16.15.02Of course Mother’s Day is a difficult day for anyone who has lost a child or lost their Mother. Like Valentine’s Day we are bombarded with adverts and this just shines a spotlight on the empty place in our lives where that person was. We can’t talk to them on the phone or send a card and we know there will be no flowers or chocolates from our son our daughter. Continue reading

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Grief doesn’t get any better than this.

2013-01-27 14.25.18What if it doesn’t get any better than this? I asked myself this question today and I was surprised that the answer I found was ‘That’s OK’. I am OK with that, in fact better than OK.

Mind you at the time I was sitting on the beach with my dog and the sun was shining. Continue reading

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If only we could bottle memories

HUGI wonder if in these futuristic times in which we live, we will ever be able to store up feelings and memories and then re-experience them in virtual reality.

One of the recurring statements I hear from people who have lost a loved one is ‘I’d give anything for just one more hug’. Continue reading

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It is there

Warning – this post contains some content that may upset bereaved parents

It is there. It is there when I wake up in the morning, it is there as I get ready for work, it is there as I drive to work. While I am at work it hides sometimes, but it is still there and I can feel it the whole time I am awake, and even sometimes when I sleep. Continue reading

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