When mam died, dad thought it would be best for Conor and I to go see a bereavement specialist, to be fair she was only a nun. I was seven and Conor was 8 and it was the first death we experienced. We had no idea of how to cope with it.
The nun was lovely, I’m sure, but she hadn’t a notion as to what she was doing with us. Conor and I used to hate going to see her. I can’t remember much of what she talked about with us but I do know that mam is a taboo subject in this house. She is never talked about it, never mentioned… I knew more about handling death than that nun. Meetings with her only left me feeling angry in its wake. I think that the nun’s treatment of me and Conor probably lead to my bitterness with the Church.
I know that a number of my friends have been to seek counselling in their pasts and to be honest I was surprised how common it is.
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Hmm. Is it true?
yep completely true. for some reasoni instinctively wanted to say unfortunately it was true but stigmatising psychtrists it pointless and wrong and completely against what I wanted to do