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New Abnormal

During this current viral outbreak, I often read people’s comments about their “New Normal” for the last two months.

Two months?! I have lived with a New Normal for nearly two years. For two years I have been unable to have meaningful conversations with most of my family or friends from ‘before’. The shelter in place order removed one of my few outlets to be with others who understand the complex grief a parent of suicide endures.

Going to the store has been a tricky proposition for twenty-three months. There are a few things which online shopping cannot effectively deliver. Sometimes I want a dessert or impromptu ingredient which cannot wait. The problem lies in the weird scenarios which occur while there. Some people I know will actively avoid contact, which is all right, but it is noticeable and weird. Some people who barely know me from years past will run up and give condolences. I have a tough time with emotional encounters in the middle of a store when I barely recognize or know who is tackling me.

My immediate coworkers stepped up and took on parts of my job. I am lucky to have this support. Many grieving parents do not have adequate support at work and suffer for it. However, I still had to change my work arrangements and rescheduling so I could see my doctors, help my daughter see her counselor, and deal with the strange changes to daily life.

I have the hardest time understanding parents who struggle to be with their children. I would give so much to have more time. It is difficult sometimes. Some days they push you to the edge, the child is jumping on your nerves, and you want a break. These days are like doing a workout on leg day and leaving nothing in reserve to walk out of the gym. Even though you are exhausted, you are better for it. I’ve heard parents say it is not their job to teach their child math. Oh, yes, it is! I think it is acceptable to place some aspects of your child’s life into someone else’s care for brief periods, but the responsibility is all on the parents to ensure it gets done. I have heard parents gripe about having to entertain their child for a few hours. I never had regular baby-sitting care for my children until recently. Other than about twenty days in the first twenty-three years, we had no way to plan regular date nights or have alone time. If Caleb was ill, then one of us missed work. If school was out, then he went to work with one of us. I recall holding important meetings at work with Caleb in-tow at five years old. Yes, I had to keep him entertained. His mind constantly absorbed information. I pushed myself to ensure he had a steady supply of things to learn while playing and we played together a lot. Fortunately, I only require about five hours of sleep.

The virus-induced New Normal should end soon. I don’t know when, maybe in a few months or a year, but it will end. My changes will not return to the normal I once enjoyed. Survivors of a suicide loss often share these same changes in community dynamics. Most call it their “New Normal”. I refuse to accept the changes as anything resembling normal. I call it my “New Abnormal”.

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4 Comments

  1. I agree with everything you said. My kids were all grown when my youngest son took his life August 20th 2016, we didn’t find him until the 21st so that’s his official date of death. His birthday is December 5th, last December 7th his older brother ( my other son ) died from alcohol poisoning. Two days after his baby brother’s birthday he just didn’t wake up, we just got the autopsy report back. His father and I divorced years ago after a traumatic event caused him prison time. So now both of my sons are gone. I have had to be in contact with my ex like it or not. I have to accept that I will never hug either son again. I have to think and wonder how each of their daughters will know their fathers, as each girl was 3 years old when they died.
    There is nothing normal about my life

    • david david

      I am sorry for your many losses! Thank you for sharing your story. People commenting helps to keep me writing!

  2. Berni

    I used to be one of those parents who jokingly (and sometimes seriously) complained about about the stresses of motherhood. I usually posted about it in a humorous way on Facebook, and that usually helped as an outlet. But now, after losing Becca,(my three older children live on their own.), I find myself walking into a room and reliving the complaints I made to her: “Becca! The bathroom floor is soaking wet! Becca! How can you just leave your dirty dishes in the sink for ME to clean up? Becca! Your room is a pigsty!”
    The last photo I took of her was late at night. I was texting a friend. Becca plopped down on the couch with a cup of tea (two cushions down from me), sat on her legs facing me, and began to talk about who knows what. I did the best I could to feign interest, occasionally looking up from my phone. I secretly snapped a photo of her, sent it to my friend, with these words: “Save me!”
    I will never ever forgive myself for taking Becca for granted. I wish these complaining parents could realize that gifts they truly have—even the stressful parts of parenthood are gifts.
    I constantly scold MYSELF for ever complaining, but I know I did the best I could. Becca knew I loved her, and that’s what keeps me going.
    ~P.S. This is very nicely written. Thank you for sharing.

    • david david

      I used to joke about it and take Caleb for granted also. Thank you for your insight and story. Many thanks for your kind words of inspiration to me!

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