Safe Spaces, Death Denial, and Simple Soul’utions Part 3 of 3

Safe Spaces, Death Denial, and Simple Soul’utions Part 3 of 3

So back to the original situation posed by my colleague: how can we as a community of caregivers address death denial and death phobia in our culture?  

I have observed over time that our larger society healing can come from unexpectedly small everyday interactions… 

Death denial can be healed by how we create safe spaces for authenticity: *News Flash* People have feelings!  Those feelings change as we engage in ever evolving situations, these are all very complicated things that are worth a talk, or several, even if it feels like the most awkward talk with the people you love and respect most. Please try. 

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Safe Spaces, Death Denial, and Simple Soul’utions Part 1 of 3

Safe Spaces, Death Denial, and Simple Soul’utions Part 1 of 3

Recently I saw a disturbing interaction go down in one of the online communities* I belong to… I have changed identifying details, as this is not my story to tell, but an example of something that I witness far too often in ‘communities’.

Frustrated by systemic death phobia an end of life caregiver attempts to authentically relate to their colleagues the following information: 

Dear community, I care about and support my clients in their choices. I help them facilitate their wishes for promoting future health goals, even if I personally do not agree they will be effective due to the clients steady decline during hospice care. What I don’t understand is how we, as a society, let these kinds of situations get so out of control where everyone is so afraid to die that they will hold out for a miracle cure til the end… how can we as a community of caregivers address death denial and death phobia in our culture?

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Empathy and Suicidal Thoughts

Empathy and Suicidal Thoughts

As psychopomp and an empath, I frequently process/ feel/ experience emotions that are not mine.

In high school it was overwhelming. I was just coming into all this new energetic awareness and feeling quite crazy because at that time I still had no context for my psychopomp experiences. High school was a gold mine for ALL.THE.FEELINGS. Plus who honestly doesn’t feel like they are a giant freak and totally alone in that mob of teenage angst and hormone stuff.

In my particular case add in a mom in the psychiatric ward (who blamed me for her mental illness and the outcome of her life choices), and alcoholic raging father (who was either absent or totally inappropriate and abusive in his interactions with me). Add in an unusual spiritual calling that would not stop banging around in my head… the loneliness at times was almost suffocating, like drowning in a sea of people.

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