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candor
22nd October 2007, 21:44
All road deaths are graphic & horrific like Kiwi Biker Dans. Few would not be, that I've heard of. And it does make a difference how they died, short term, long term... forever it is hard to take.

Publishing of Dans photo has made him more than just a stat for those of us who didn't know him.

How they died is as hard to shake as the images that give vets shell shock - whether you saw the body or are just left imagining. Empathy can be a curse - the connectedness we have.

Atop the original damage there are nasty disfiguring slits in the persons chest etc from the post mortem, hard not to miss if you want to spend time.

Tomorrow I will be attending a nice funeral. It will be nice I know, peaceful and kind and healing because the person died (more) naturally of cancer. Everyone is sort of prepared - her wishes are known etc etc.

Funerals of road victims, crime victims, victims of horrific accidents are usually quite a different experience for the family, for anyone who's not had a direct tragedy close to them. They are often like a roller coaster, out of control & unstoppable as the family are still like a deer caught in headlights.

While media and a horrified wider community all seek to help, profit or in some way be accomodated.

I did not hear or see much of my own slain Mothers funeral ,as once I saw the coffin being bought in (I darely wanted to rewind the fantasylike "video" playing out), I just fixated on it in abject horror. Nothing else could get attention and the whole church full of people just faded into oblivion.

I believe the adrenalin of a panic at seeing that unwanted coffin not just disappear in a bad dream triggered hyper alertness resulting in intense but narrowed range of perception. I could describe the coffin in exquisite detail to you, as it almost throbbed in its extreme gawdy shininess and even seemed to expand toward me.

This hyper alert state causes traumatic visual memories to imprint on the consciousness. It is normal when confronted with the unacceptable, with that which is outside the normal range of experience or outside what you can stand without wanting to faint / puke / scream / kill, insert own adjective.

The statistics for surviving family and loved ones of road victims are also horrific - the victims often aren't the only ones to die. Large studies on surviving people have been done overseas and the news is not positive.

There are long term mental health issues - insomnia with nightmares, much higher suicide rates for 6 years, higher development of illnesses like cancer, changes of priorities, often houses and businesses are lost - through loss of a needed income or even through inability to work after breakdowns.

Sometimes people just don't care any more seeing all the trappings of material success as hollow. Sometimes survivors end as skid row drunks etc.

It is a life changing event for those who loved the victim, always. And long after most think they have got over it it is ever present. People whose life is not poorer and majorly altered from its natural course by such a thing are rare as hens teeth.

ACC is about as miserable as it gets to road victims. The grant is barely enough to cover funeral costs (usually not inconsiderable for one who dies too young). The family get zip - nothing - for counselling, despite being one of the groups in society prolly most needing it.

ACCs justification is that if you weren't at the crash scene you weren't a victim of the accident. Seeing the body an hour later, or the vehicle at the scene even just don't cut it.

If people want counseling it gets complicated too. As the normal grief process doesn't apply, its a whole different ballgame where traumatic loss is concerned, and requires counsellors specifically trained in that field - because the usual approach can do more harm than good.

If someone is going to put a hat around I'd like to give a little to Dans family to use to get any support or mental health pick me up they might need later. Whether its counseling, a time out holiday or just whatever.

The needs can be so wide ranging, unexpected and unpredictable, actually for the first few years after such a tragedy.... feeling for this family right now.

sunhuntin
23rd October 2007, 12:24
i barely remember one of my best friends funerals for tears.
i focused on looking for faces i knew, anything other than the casket. they did a butterfly release for her... most of them all flew away as soon as they were released. one didnt. it stayed, flitting from flower to flower in a display arranged near her grave. i locked on that butterfly, focusing on it as much as possible. today, i still do. if i see a monarch, my eyes get locked on and i follow its path till its out of sight.

a few days before she was murdered, we had a kitten dumped over our fence. he was a great help in the months following her funeral... i truly feel that without him, things would have been 1000 times harder.

and you are right... the victims families get nothing, whereas the perpetrator and their families get all the support in the world. i second giving a donation if anyone can organise something for dans family, if they want it done.

when tania died, her family were ripped apart. her younger brother still asks for her, nearly 3 years on. her parents were on the brink of divorce, and separated for several months to come to grips with things. she was the light in many peoples lives, and things are darker without her. i never met her parents until the sentencing of the killer this year, but i wish id met them earlier, to offer support and donations. they had to scrape to attend the trial in wellington, while the killers family *i think* got govt help to attend.

i do not know the full details of tanias death, and i will not ask for them either. she will rest in peace now, released from what we call life. she died on her 20th birthday.

only the good die young.

Skyryder
2nd November 2007, 09:46
There was a time when grief counselling was conducted 'in-family' and not by strangers. Don't get me wrong on this I'm sure there are times when it is necessary............but at present any traumatic event and there is an army of cousellers on call. And I am far from convinced that they do as much good as some claim. But that is another issue.

I watched the Piha surf rescue the other night on a drowning and they had these young teenager life guards doing the search. They were very good and conducted themselves with consideable maturity. After the event the club had a debreifing conducted in-house to resovle any issues that anyone might have with the fatility. That's the way it should be.

Skyyrder

scumdog
2nd November 2007, 11:50
One day I'll get grief counseling and stress-debriefing etc etc but until then I'll just carry on skylarking, riding and drinking as a coping mechanism - it's way more fun.

Conquiztador
2nd November 2007, 18:56
I bury the shit in a corner of my brain. There it sits. I know it is there and it knows I know. But I don't touch it, I don't look at it, I don't go there. Never.

I have been told that I need to deal with it, to re-live it and disect it. Why the phuck for? It is history, nothing can be done about it, life goes on.

Apperently I should spend heaps of time in councelling. But I don't have that time. And I have no interest to relive something I hated the first time.

Yes, it all changes you, you become more cold, less caring, less social. But I can live with that.

Gimme an account to deposit a small amount in for the guy and I be first in line. But don't use my $$'s on some shrink. Use it to celebrate his life.

Paul in NZ
8th November 2007, 21:11
Dunno how you guys do it but I'm glad ya do.. thanks...

Death still causes me tears but with age comes a bit of understanding... dulls the edge a bit.

candor
8th November 2007, 22:08
Conquiztador

- that is prolly healthy for you, counselling is a big fad now. And there is a lot of evidence to show that with trauma stuff it CAN just stir up and make things worse, depending on your personality.

That is a big theoretical debate in the mental health field now. Plus many counsellors are not skilled in NZ who set up shop. So people who think they know whats best for you - just might not. One mans meat...

Yep debriefs are good Skyrider, and are quite different to "counselling" per se.
Not sure I'm spelling counselling right though I have that training... must be losing my marbles.

Scummy - that sounds like a tellycop, you're not in danger of stereotyping yourself are you? Hmm wondering how they test your grist in training... might not bare thinking about. We nurses are thrown in the deep end - sent to a dementia ward where incontinent bedridden people can be literally up to their neck in ... well yanno:oi-grr:!

Conquiztador
9th November 2007, 02:25
We nurses are thrown in the deep end - sent to a dementia ward where incontinent bedridden people can be literally up to their neck in ... well yanno:oi-grr:!

A close friend of mine is working in a dementia ward. First days she found it really hard. Here were these ppl that still had some of the brain functioning coming up to her and saying: "What am I doing here? I need to be with my family, there must be a mistake!" She would try to calm them down and explain to them that they were ill and they were there because they needed care. But that did not go down well. The patients just got more confused and upset.

Then an old hand told her the secret how to calm them down: "You tell them that there has been a mistake and they are to be taken home shortly. You tell them to go back to their room and start packing the gear and that you be there shortly to take them away. This" he told her "is the only way. And as they will forget what you told them inside a minute or two, there is no harm done".

If I ever get to that stage in my life I hope someone takes pity on me and ends it all for me!!!

Swoop
9th November 2007, 07:55
A close friend of mine is working in a dementia ward...
I have experienced the same when visiting Dad in the rest home. Some people really need to be there, even though they swear they should be at their own home.
Frail old ladies who grab onto you and tell you to "get them out of here!!!".

I bloody hate going there. Gotta be done though.