In the
late 1980s, as a final year sociology undergraduate, I conducted my first piece of solo
research on women’s experience of miscarriage. The title of my final
dissertation thesis reflects something that was said to many of my respondents
following their miscarriage: Never Mind,
Better Luck Next Time. Since then I have researched and written about
various aspects of loss (some of which I have previously referred to in this
Blog). Whilst undertaking these projects I have met others, who like myself,
have shuddered at the crassness of the well-meaning platitude (a platitude is defined as a remark or statement that is used too often to be interesting or thoughtful). Never mind, better luck .
. . along with it’s for the best; at
least he/she had a good innings; you can always remarry and so on and so on
negates the experience of loss, of bereavement, and implies that the person(s)
who experienced the loss should get over it quickly. Many people do not want;
are not able do this. It is especially ironic, I think, that one of the most
common platitudes is that grieving the death of a loved one ‘takes time’
and yet people are often impatient for the bereaved to ‘get over it’ and ‘move
on’.

On the whole though it’s better to say something rather than nothing.
Bereaved people talk of their distress when others physically and metaphorically ‘cross the road’ to avoid speaking to them about their loss. A good thing to do is express sympathy and say that
you’re sorry; or to indicate that you are happy to listen to, talk with, the
bereaved person about the person who had died if they would like you to.
If there is
one thing I have learned is that it is DIFFERENT for everyone, for all of us. There
are similarities and patterns but each bereaved person is unique and the
bereaved need to be treated uniquely and with patience.
No comments:
Post a Comment