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Originally Posted by sarahsweets
I think you need a trauma therapist more than a grief counselor or religious counselor. Its one thing to have your partner die( its own distinct sort of trauma) but its another to have your partner die in your arms. If you dont mind *and I do not want to trigger you* can you tell us what happened?
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We went away on vacation with a group of friends... he didn’t feel great for a few days but nothing crazy he was just wasnt particularly hungry.. but it was hard to tell sick from bad food or whatever. But idk we were supposed to meet with some friends and go for lunch and he literally got out of bed to take a shower and just collapsed on the floor.... i ran over too him and he was really struggling to breathe.. some of our friends were with us and i called them over... they called 911.... i gave him cpr..... when they got there they had no idea what happened.... basically they transported him two two dif facilities in two completely dif cities... i had to get a rental car... drive 3 hrs away... and i prob didnt sleep for 2 or 3 days because i spent it driving or in an er... they said he basically died the first time and that he was left without oxygen long enough to have brain damage... but they said i acted quick enough to buy them some time... they just didnt know the extent of the damage because they chilled his body as soon as they got him.......... but again after fighting with his family and our friends didnt come with me... i ended up getting a hotel across the st... the family treated me like i did something to him... like i was withholding information that was vital to his survival... as if i was “covering” for myself( idk i think they thought we were doing drugs or something which is ridiculous) mind you, his family only sees him once a yr.. maybe once every other.. mainly because theyre awful.... but yeah... after a few days of fighting for info... getting kicked out of his room.. and when i was allowed in ( when they werent there) i had to get nurses to check on him because they were too busy talking to eachother in the hall when his monitors would go off.... they ended up doing a scan saying there was only a 2% chance he’d wake up....because the brain damage was so bad.. a clot in the lungs is what did it...they deemed it cardiac arrest (though they had no idea where the clots came from) and they pulled the plug.... after a specialist in our area said they were willing to transport him and work with him.... but the family made the call.... i honestly almost drove that rental into the ocean... twice.. twice i thought about ending it... even when i came home... it was awful coming home with that empty plane seat aside of me... walking through the airport thinking ill see his face in the crowd... driving and double checking every plate that looks like his..... and knowing i did what i could and then some and to then be verbally abused by people who didnt even know me.. barely even knew him... to have to give my statement to multiple dif police at multiple times because no ine could explain what happened... I didn’t even get time to grieve until the funeral was over and done. These texts and calls and accusations kept happening “ hey its his sister! I just want you to tell me in your own words one more time what happened, we’re trying to piece it together”....... smh.... it made me lose faith in humanity tbh..... for a while I couldn’t even leave my keys in the ignition.. the beeping would set me off.... my great grandfather had major surgery about a month later and I couldnt be in that hospital for more than 20 min... i started sweating and getting anxious looking over my shoulder..... it was just the sudden event that could happen to anyone ya know? Young person with zero health issues just collapses one day for no apparent reason? That’s horrifying... barely get a goodbye in.. no closure medically or emotionally... and then do deal with legal things on top of that.. i was and still am just ... i still almost dont even believe it happened...