About a year ago, posts started popping up on my Facebook feed from a woman with a terminally ill son, because my former stepdaughter had been liking/commenting on them. The son had a rare-for-a-child illness, and the woman used her FB page to chronicle their lives (she has a husband and daughter as well), raise awareness of the disease, and share “normal” day to day things. I’d read the posts if I was so inclined that day, but usually I skipped over them.
Her son died six months ago. She doesn’t go into detail, but apparently it was not an easy death. She clearly carries a lot of guilt and trauma over whatever happened at the hospital.
In the weeks following, her posts were… well, what you would expect from a grieving mother who just lost their 13 year old son. Lot of anger, lot of questioning of her faith, lot of “how can I go on,” lot of heartbreak over everything her son had, and now will, missed out on. She seems to have a great support system IRL and online- family, friends, community members (especially at her daughter’s school), church, and a huge following of online people who came to her page through a variety of means.
As we got to the six month mark, her posts became… darker. The other day she posted “Each day I ask God to come take us” (her, husband, daughter) and it just raised the hair on the back of my neck. She doesn’t say anything about any kind of counseling she is attending, she calls her family broken, and everything she posts indicates a deep, deep, DEEP depression. She apparently snapped at her daughter (who’s 10) the other day, and has not been kind in her descriptions of her thoughts of her husband.
Her daughter can see these posts. Her husband. Family, friends, strangers. It’s all out there, ugly and raw and terrifying, and all I can think is “WHY HASN’T ANYONE TAKEN THIS WOMAN BODILY TO A COUNSELOR???”
I know as a society we tend to not be good at handling the grief of others. I’m a counselor by trade, with hospice experience, so I get it. But this new form of public grieving, where your child or their friends can go online and see that mom wants the family dead, is just mind-boggling. These are things you howl into the darkness, or share with the closest of friends- you don’t toss them out there for the vultures of the world to pick at.
Am I being overly critical? What benefit am I missing?