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Grieving Ambiguous Losses

A little over a year ago, a friendship that was very dear to me came to an end. I had loved this person dearly and enjoyed the time I spent with this friend. We experienced some tremendous highs and struggled through some painful lows. We invested a lot of time, energy into our friendship. So, when our friendship was hit by a fatal blow of circumstances, the loss almost felt like a death. I turned from the path of friendship to the path of grief. To this day I still struggle with the grief of losing this friend.

The most difficult aspect of this loss was that my other friends and my family did not understand the depth of my loss. Many did not even recognize it as a loss because of its ambiguity. Because my friend was still alive, the loss was seen as uncertain or doubted because there was a possibility that we could revive that friendship. I knew in my heart that it was highly unlikely. Because of the ambiguous nature of this loss, I received very little support or comfort during my grieving process. Essentially, I was alone in my grief.

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In her book, Complicated Losses Difficult Deaths, Dr. Roslyn A. Karaban writes that ambiguous losses can fall under two categories: the physical presence of the person but with psychological absence, and the physical absence of the person but with psychological presence. Here are some examples of losses for each category.

  1. Physical presence of the person/psychological absence
  • Chronic illness or disabilities
  • Dementia
  • Coma
  • Addiction
  • Mental illness or issues such as depression or PTSD

  1. Physical absence of the person/psychological presence
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  • MIA such as the emergency workers on 9/11
  • Missing child
  • Divorce or loss of friendship/relationship

Giving a name to this type of loss gives recognition. It can help an individual feel as if they are not suffering alone or without a cause. It can help the individual in their grief process, which sometimes can be complicated. One paramedic shares his experience with the complicated grief of an ambiguous loss. “Within a sixteen month period, I lost two of my very best friends. One friend was someone I had known since childhood. The other friend was partner on the ambulance. My childhood friend was killed in a car accident. The grief that I felt was excruciating. Some days I just felt that I couldn’t go on. But for some reason, I was able to draw a sense of peace as I went through my grief process. Nearly a year later, my friend at work and I experienced a series of circumstances that caused our friendship to die. Again I was thrown into the grief process. But, this time around it was so much more difficult and I didn’t understand why until I learned about ambiguous loss. Because I still worked at the same department as my friend, I was constantly being re-exposed to the loss. It was like I was always stuck in one phase of the grief cycle. I never felt that sense of peace that I felt when I started healing from the loss of my childhood friend. To this day, and it has been nearly two years since I lost my friend from work, I am struggling with my grief.”

It is important for individuals to understand ambiguous losses and how to cope. One of the most important reasons understanding is essential is because unresolved losses can complicate and exacerbate the grief process of future losses. For emergency service workers, ambiguous losses are pretty prevalent. Because the emergency service community experiences a higher rate of divorce, addiction, mental health issues, on the job injuries and illnesses, and the loss (sometimes tragic loss) of co-workers, it is important to learn how to pinpoint when a loss has occurred.

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In the adoption community, ambiguous loss abounds.  For the child, it’s the loss of their birth parents.  For the birth parents it’s the loss of their child.  For the adoptive parent, in many cases, it’s the loss that led to the adoption process.  Having read the writings from members of each of these groups, all three experience grief that is quickly dismissed or swept under the rug, therefore making the loss and grieving more complicated.

Know that if one is faced with an ambiguous loss, there will be grieving. The individual may experience psychological, physical, social, and spiritual responses–all of which are normal responses. If the affected individual knows that someone else recognizes their loss as real and substantial, their healing might be easier.

Here are some things that an individual experiencing an ambiguous loss or a care-giver/friend can do to help with the grieving process:

  • Use the Internet to find resources, support groups, and other materials that relates to the particular loss, i.e., injuries, divorce, loss of friendships.
  • Write a letter to the person that is involved in your loss, then either bury or burn the letter.
  • Learn to identify and express the feelings that come with the loss. Talk to friends, counselors, chaplains, and ministers. Learn to verbalize all feelings.
  • Reinvest ‘empty time’ into a new project or activity, especially in ones that help others. Many grieving people have stated that helping other people is what helped them the most.
  • Reinforce positive self-talk, especially in the event of consistent re-exposure to the loss. Negative self-talk will only make the experience more painful and healing more difficult.
  • Create new traditions. Most individuals have some sort of traditions that they like to follow. If a friendship dies, traditions associated with that individual tend to die, too. Making a new tradition with one’s self, a spouse, or another friend can be healing and can quite possibly open the door to new possibilities.

Ambiguous losses are real losses that can cause a person to experience tremendous pain. Knowing how to spot this type of loss and how to deal with it can really change a person’s life and their outlook on life.  Since the loss of my friend, writing a letter to that person explaining my thoughts, pain, and fears has really helped me with putting a closure to that relationship. Being able to spot my particular grief and writing the letter has helped so much.

Saying Good Bye to California

We have been absent for the week because we have been in California celebrating the Autumn Moon Festival with family.  We crammed a lot of activities in the 7 short days that we were here but we enjoyed every minute of it.  I am leaving you with a photo from our family photo shots after our party in the park.  I think it turned out fairly well!

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img_5042a-2I apologize that the photos are a bit blurry.  I don’t have my photo editing program available until I get back home tomorrow morning.  But I thought that I would least let you all know that we haven’t fallen off the face of the earth.  We have just been enjoying ourselves out in the San Francisco area.

I thought a lot about adoption during this trip and especially at our party.  I will share more in depth with you later.

Adoption Guilt

Before I begin my rant,  I need to to share these facts with you:

  1. I am a white female
  2. I grew up in a privileged home (I am assuming that a middle class family is privileged)
  3. I married a white male
  4. We adopted a Chinese daughter from China

Why must I share these facts with you?  Because these are the facts (or descriptions) that tend to be used as snide, insulting, sometimes hurtful remarks that are made in reference to adoptive parents.  This is the list that is frequently used in various adoption blog writings.  Most of the time when I read this list in adoption blog writings, it makes me feel hurt, guilty, angry, and many times hopeless.

There has been quite a bit of chatter recently about a transnational adult adoptee’s article in which she wrote about her upbringing and how her parents tried to form some sort of connection between the author and her country of birth.  The article was basically stating that when families first started adopting overseas that they were told to assimilate that child into their new way of life and forget where they came from.  Now, the line of thinking is to give the child every opportunity that they can to be involved with or connected to their birth country, their first home.  Well, apparently that is not good enough either.  Apparently, a parent can overdo this as well.  Reading this article I felt even more confused, guilt -ridden, and wanting to throw my hands in the air!  It’s like we can’t win when it comes to raising children who are not born  from us, but especially those who have been adopted from other countries.  Not talking about the culture from their first home and heritage is definitely not okay but now language classes, heritage tours, and summer camps aren’t okay either?

I feel like I have a lot going against me as an adoptive mom (see the list above) and it really does suck to read blog post after blog post about how I should never have adopted from overseas  in the first place because the child is being ripped away from their home country.   I should have adopted from the foster care system first.  Because I am white and privileged, I get whatever  I want.  But since I ‘committed the sin’ of adopting a child from China (for my very own good reasons) I have to try and figure out how to balance her heritage in China with living in the new culture of America.  And when I read these blog posts that label me in such a condescending way, I can’t help but get a little definitive.  I can’t help but get a little miffed when I read how ignorant white adoptive parents are about certain topics and yet there is no mention on how we can educate ourselves a bit better, so that we can do these children right.

Myself, being a trans-racial adoptee that adopted a transracial/transnational child, I feel like I have somewhat of an advantage in raising a Chinese child but by all means I don’t have all of the answers.  In fact, I would love to read blogs that not only vent about growing up adopted,  but I would love it if some of the writers  would  offer solutions, tips, or ideas on how we can at least try to even out the playing field for a child, my daughter, who does have the odds stacked against her for racism, bigotry, and feelings of discomfort living in a mixed race family.

I want to do my best and right now I feel like I am doing the best that I can with a two year old even though I am reading some blogs that are basically saying that I am screwed because of my identity and therefore my daughter is too.  But I at least want to try to do my best.  In all honesty after reading many of these blogs, I am not sure what to do as AP, other than to discuss racism openly.  Other than that, I got nothing.  So here I sit, the lucky, white woman who had the means (by an abnormal circumstance)  to adopt a child from another country.  And while I have the genetic makeup that constantly seems to be thrown back in my face, know that my story goes a lot deeper than just what I am posting here.  Know that I am TRYING to raise my child as loving, giving,  and honest and who will embrace the American culture in which she is now a part of and will also embrace her Asian roots.  I hope both sides of her identity she can have a sense of ownership and pride over.  I hope I can continue to learn how to make my child’s life better.

Raising children is tough.  Adoption is rough.  Mixing the two together can be downright frightening at times.  But I want the chance to do my best without feeling like I am going screw up my Chinese daughter just because I am a white, privileged woman. I am tired of being made to feel this way.  I am working on raising her…everyday I work to try and make her life better than I had it (and I had it pretty darn good (in a non-materialistic way).  I want to raise her without feeling all of this adoption guilt.

Honor, Dignity, Integrity

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This is the motto for most fire and police honor guards and pipe and drum bands.  They form a group, then practice and practice and wait to be dispatched to the funerals of their retiree’s and their fallen.  They will also march beautifully in parades and that is where most people will conjure up a memory or two about a firefighter dressed up in dress blues or a police officer donning a kilt and a drum.  But the folding of the flag and the sound of a bagpipe in the distance is what those of us who have attended a burial have burned into our brains.

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I can’t tell you how many times I have heard Amazing Grace played or have watched the honor guards practice caskets lifts into the fire trucks at a midnight hour…it’s one too many, I know that for sure.  Whenever I am with the bands or with the guard it’s usually because of my work.  However, these last three days I had the opportunity to spend some time with these extra special heroes in an atmosphere that was more light-hearted and fun.  I was at the second annual Lewisville Fire Department Keeping Tradition Alive Pipe, Drums and Honor Guard Symposium in Lewisville, TX to teach a couple of classes.  I have attended both years but this year I was able to stay the full three days, which I am ever so glad that I did.  It gave me a chance to purge all of the stoic faces and sad songs that I have churning in the files of my mind and see these guys practice, learn, and then have fun with something they are so passionate about.  It was good for me to hear Cajun Grace (a rockin’ version of Amazing Grace) and all of the other upbeat songs.  It was good for me to see smiles on the faces of the honor guards that I know so well.  I had a blast just hanging out and not ‘talk business’ outside of classroom time.  Okay, well for the most part we didn’t talk business.

To see this tradition fills me with pride for the fire service and all that we stand for…honor, dignity, and integrity.

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