You write beautifully, Gareth, about a profoundly sad subject. Another Substack-er wrote that it’s normal to distance oneself from the dying, as an emotional protection.
What’s so odd for me is watching friends getting sick and dying and not being able to comment since it’s too late for them. It’s like I’m in a dystopian movie, outside looking in.
You write beautifully, Gareth, about a profoundly sad subject. Another Substack-er wrote that it’s normal to distance oneself from the dying, as an emotional protection.
What’s so odd for me is watching friends getting sick and dying and not being able to comment since it’s too late for them. It’s like I’m in a dystopian movie, outside looking in.
"Distancing oneself from the dying" may be necessary. It's a dark and heavy thing to realize. But surely there's something sanitary about not spending too much time among the insane and deluded. And, anyway, if they're going down, it hardly helps them to be reminded that it was because of their own damn choice.
You write beautifully, Gareth, about a profoundly sad subject. Another Substack-er wrote that it’s normal to distance oneself from the dying, as an emotional protection.
What’s so odd for me is watching friends getting sick and dying and not being able to comment since it’s too late for them. It’s like I’m in a dystopian movie, outside looking in.
"Distancing oneself from the dying" may be necessary. It's a dark and heavy thing to realize. But surely there's something sanitary about not spending too much time among the insane and deluded. And, anyway, if they're going down, it hardly helps them to be reminded that it was because of their own damn choice.