I was incredibly relieved to find out why I'm like that. We buried my favorite grandparent on my 35th birthday, which was forgotten. None of it affected me at all. I thought I was a psychopath for years.
I was incredibly relieved to find out why I'm like that. We buried my favorite grandparent on my 35th birthday, which was forgotten. None of it affected me at all. I thought I was a psychopath for years.
My son is autistic and doesn’t grieve either. He’s sympathetic and empathetic towards those who do, but it’s not something he seems to do, at all. He will talk about people and pets, but it’s never in a sadly emotional way.
On the other hand its always given me an immediate clarity of focusing on the happy memories and acceptance.
The best way I can describe it is that their lives are now a series of unchangeable events across time; recorded and unrecorded actions that happened in a singular way. Interaction isn't possible. They existed, but no longer do. And the emotions I feel are for the memories, not the person.
I do grieve, but for the living. When my ex left me in 2003 and losing my foster daughter in 2015 both triggered about four years of deep grief I thought would never end or improve. From observing my husband in '15-'16, that's about 4x longer than "normal".