Warning. Some sweariness.
One of the first, and wisest, things someone told me about the impact of bereavement is that it is three-fold. We lose our past, our present and our future. This helped me a lot. However, I wasn’t prepared for how much the death of a partner changes us. How much we become different people. Grief rewires our brains. This rewiring may be temporary, as we go through the fog that is widow’s brain. Some of the changes may also be long-term, or even permanent. For example, bereavement can lead to heightened anxiety, where everything seems like a threat or a potential catastrophe. I am actually less anxious about myself after bereavement, because I realised that I dealt with the worst thing that could ever happen, and I survived. I have more confidence in myself (well, most of the time), because I rebuilt my life on my own. However, I do worry about other people, and I no longer believe in the permanence of anything. I think it now takes me longer to accept change, as there have been some many changes in my life. I am more patient with other people and their pain and sadness. But I have lost the ability to tolerate fools gladly (not that I was ever that good at it before Tim died). To quote Hank Green, “Behold the field in which I grow my fucks. Lay thine eyes upon it and see that it is barren.” All of this doesn’t mean that you will never be happy again. Your sadness day to day will lessen. You will feel less angry. You will find yourself smiling or laughing at things. You will go out with friends or go to a party and have fun. Your grief will remain part of you – mine does – but you will start moving forward. I am happy – not the kind of happy that I expected. After all, one version of my future was taken away from me when Tim died. But I am a different kind of happy in a new version of the future.
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![]() I've shared my story on the WAY Widowed and Young website. "I was widowed at 50 when Tim, who I expected would be my happy-ever-after following a marriage break-up, died suddenly from heart failure linked to his type 2 diabetes. Although we'd known each other since our early 20s, we’d been married less than ten years. I was fortunate to find WAY Widowed and Young and the subgroup WAYWOCs (Widowed and Young WithOut Children) just a few days after I was widowed. I can honestly say that I couldn't have got through the past four years without this incredible bunch of young widows, male and female, cis and trans, straight and queer. We have shared (virtually and face-to-face) our tragedies, our successes, our tears, our laughter, and any number of truly bad puns and Marmite-related comestibles. I’m bisexual, I’ve known since my 20s but been married and divorced and then married and widowed, each time to a man, had me hiding in plain sight. I’m now in a same-sex relationship with an amazing woman called Dee and we’re getting married in August. It’s important to me that I am a bisexual woman, and that I am still me, whoever I’m in a relationship with. Getting involved in queer communities has helped me explore who I am. The amazing WAY LGBTQ+ group allowed me to be out in a safe space, where I felt supported and listened to. These amazing people looked out for me as I came out to my family, and told them that I had a new partner. The LGBTQ+ group is a little glittery place of fabulousness filled with people who are looking after each other and shouting out for each other. We celebrate the good days and the successes, support each other through the bad days, make each other laugh, talk about frocks and lipstick and films, rant, and send each other virtual hugs. I have been fortunate that, apart from some rare occasions, I’ve seen nothing but acceptance. My family, friends and village have fully accepted my partner, which is fantastic. But I know that the WAY LGBTQ+ group would have been there for me if it hadn’t been like that." Widow’s fire describes the (sometimes) uncontrollable and all-consuming desire for sex following bereavement.
When we lose our partner, particularly when we lose a partner young, we lose a lot of things. And one of those is the sex life that we had with our partner, either throughout the relationship or prior to them being ill. But it’s not just about losing the sex life we had. Grief and bereavement leave us with a void, and our libido can kick in to fill that void and provide us with the kick of feel-good neurotransmitters and hormones we need. Sex is also a distraction from grief, a way to take control back in our lives, a comfort, and something that makes us feel alive. What to do when widow’s fire strikes? Masturbation releases the neurotransmitters and hormones, such as oxytocin, that make us feel good, and also helps sleep. But it’s not enough for everyone. If you want and need sex, do what you want to do, what you need to do. Just remember that you are vulnerable. Be careful. Take steps to protect yourself, sexually, physically and psychologically. Don’t be affected by other people’s opinions or judgements. And whatever you do, understand that it does not make you a bad person, or have any reflection on the relationship that you had with your partner. For some people, it’s not so much a craving for sex as a craving for intimacy. It’s the lack of touch. I remember going to a Pilates class and nearly crying when my tutor put her hand on my back to readjust the pose. I know it's not the same, but hugs from friends or family, or a good massage can help to fill the gap. Other people can shut down completely, with their bodies blocking all sexual feelings, or they can feel disgusted at the idea of sex. If you don’t feel widow’s fire, or the thought of having sex ever again turns you off, you’re not doing it wrong, because everyone grieves in a different way. If it's been a while since you've dated, the language change can be daunting. Here's a few definitions that might help you work out what people are taking about - the blog on abbreviations might help too.
Allosexual someone who is sexually attracted to others (the opposite of asexual) Aromantic someone who does not experience the feelings of romantic love Asexual someone who is not sexually attracted to people Bae significant other Benching saving someone for later Bisexual attracted to both men and women Bot fake account Breadcrumbing being offered ‘crumbs’ of a relationship to keep you on the hook Catch and release a one night stand Catfishing leading someone into thinking they are in a relationship and then scamming them Cisgender someone who identifies with their gender assigned at birth Cuffing hooking up with someone just for the colder months and festive season Curve a rejection that’s subtler than a flat out ‘no’ Cushioning keeping backups or standbys in case your current relationship doesn’t work Daterview a date that feels more like an interview Deep like researching someone by going through their social media profiles Define the relationship (DTR) deciding whether the relationship is casual or going somewhere Demisexual someone who is attracted to personalities once they get to know them rather than an immediate physical attraction E-Fit curated social media profiles that act as a dating profile Emergency call that set-up call that will get you out of a bad date Firedooring someone who doesn’t respond to texts, but randomly makes contact Fuccboi a man who only wants sex and runs away from relationships Fuckbuddy/friend with benefits a friend for sex without a long term relationship Gaslighting having feelings dismissed and belittled Gay same-sex attracted Genderfluid people outside the gender binary, or whose gender identity varies Ghosting cutting off discussions with no explanation or warning Half-night stand someone who leaves straight after sex Hatfishing bald men wearing hats to hide their lack of hair Hey and pray saying hello and hoping for a response Homosexual same sex attracted Incel involuntary celibate Jelly jealous Kittenfishing people who lie on their profile to look better than they are Kray bae when your significant other goes off the rails Layby dating someone while looking for better options in the fast lane Love bombing being (excessively) showered with love – it can be a prelude to manipulation and abuse Meetcute the sweet backstory of how a couple met Micro-cheating Not really cheating, but approaching the border of cheating Monleying moving from one relationship straight to the next Monogamous someone who sees only one person Negging backhanded compliments Non-date date a meet up that’s no specified as a date Non-binary someone who does not see themselves as male or female On a thing dating One-night stand someone who leaves the next morning Open relationship a committed relationship that allows partners to see other people Orbiting when the person who has ghosted you hangs around on your social media Pansexual attracted to all genders Peacocking dressing up to attract attention Pie hunting someone who seeks out and dates vulnerable people Pocketing or stashing dating but not being introduced to their friends or family Polyamorous someone who has relationships with a number of people Queer a reclaimed word for people across the LGBTQ+ spectrum R-bombed when someone reads your message but doesn’t reply Roaching cheating and then claiming that the relationship wasn’t exclusive Sapiosexual someone who is attrcayed to intelligence Several night stand A relationship that’s a few nights and nothing more Sex interview sex before a real date Simping someone who is doing everything they can to get someone’s attention Situationship/casual relationship a relationship that’s not serious Sliding into DMs flirting through messaging Slow fade ghosting, but slowly Slow texting slow responses – busy, or not that into you? Snack/on fleek pretty damn gorgeous Submarining, haunting or zombieing when the person who has ghosted you suddenly reappears as if nothing has happened Summer fling/freckling hooking up with someone just for the summer Swipe right liking someone on an app Texlationship messaging but never quite meeting up Thirst trap a social media post about anything that’s actually designed to say ‘look how gorgeous I am’ Thicc curvy Tindstagramming contacting someone on Instagram direct messaging when they don’t match you on Timder Transgender someone who identifies as a different gender to that assigned at birth Uncuffing shedding the winter relationship for the summer one V card virgin Werk when it’s been hard working getting a date Wokefishing Someone saying how marvellous and woke and liberal they are, but it’s really just an act For some widows, starting a new relationship after loss means diving into a whole new world of online dating. The abbreviations can be daunting. Here's a list of some common ones. For a deeper dive into dating abbreviations, go to Cyber Definitions or Dating Sites Reviews. 1-2-1 one to one 4YEO for your eyes only AF as fuck B bisexual BAE before anything else BBW big beautiful woman BDSM bondage, domination, sadism and masochism BF boyfriend BI bisexual BM&Y between me and you BRB be right back BRT be right there BTW by the way C Christian CNM consensual non-monogamy D divorced D&D drug and disease DDF drug- and disease-free DTE down to earth DTF down to fuck DTR define the relationship ENM ethical non-monogamy F female F2F face to face FBO Facebook official (relationship status) FML fuck my life FOMO fear of missing out FtM female to male transgender FTTB for the time being FWB friends with benefits FYI for your information G gay GF girlfriend GSOH good sense of humour HAK hugs and kisses HNG horny net geek HWP height weight proportionate IDK I don't know IDKY I don't know you IR interracial IRL in real life ISO in search of J Jewish JFYI just for your information KFY kiss for you L lesbian LD light drinker LDR long distance relationship LGBTQ lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, and queer LMIRL let’s meet in real life LMIRL let's meet in real life LS light smoker LTR long-term relationship M Male/married MBA married but available MM marriage-minded MOTOS member of the opposite sex MOTSS member of the same sex MSM man seeking man MSW man seeking woman MtF male to female transgender NS non-smoker NSA no strings attached NSA no strings attached PDA public display of affection Q queer or cool SC Snapchat SCNR sorry could not resist SD social drinker SFLR sorry for the late reply SO significant other SOH sense of humour STR straight T transgender TLC tender loving care VBD very bad date VGSOH very good sense of humour WAA will answer all WLTM would like to meet WSM woman seeking man WSOH wicked or weird sense of humour WSW woman seeking woman WYCM will you call me WYD what are you doing? WYWH wish you were here YODO you only dump once I've lived with depression for many years – since my teens at the very least. And it's not as a result of anything. No childhood trauma, no lack of love. It's worsened by stress, but not caused by it, and no amount of tree hugging, walking barefoot in the grass or eating clean will cure it. It just is. It’s in my genes. I have had counselling and CBT, I take medication, and I exercise. And together they help me manage it.
Depression comes in waves. I can feel when it's coming on, the slide down. It's sometimes triggered by something small like a squabble on social media, or not being able to do something I should be able to do perfectly well, or actually nothing specific at all. And I know it's on its way, and I know I need just to ride it out, keep doing what I'm doing, until I feel the start of the climb up. I have it today. When I'm low, all the colour seeps out and it feels like the world has become black and white. Sounds are muffled and my brain fogs. I'm very good at putting a mask on, and I can work and function perfectly well. In fact, before I was first formally diagnosed I assumed that I couldn't be clinically depressed, because I got out of bed, kept myself clean and tidy, and went to work every day where I met my deadlines perfectly adequately. After all, everyone knows that people with depression can't do that. The day that the gym being closed unexpectedly left me sobbing, curled up in a ball on the floor in the corner behind my bed should have told me something was wrong. It took a wonderful and kind friend who made me go to the doctor, and a gentle GP and patient counsellor, to make me realise that not only was there something wrong but that it could be faced up to, and it could even be fixed. Or at least managed. After Tim’s death I found myself in a more complicated world. Tim understood depression. He understood that it couldn't be fixed, but that it could be contained with care and the wave surfed. He would hold me while I cried, hug me when I just felt melancholy, and then make me laugh at the ridiculousness of it all at just the right moment. And so, after he died, I lived with depression and grief. Whereas depression is a world without colour, and tastes of mud, grief is a different thing. It is greeny-yellow, and tastes bitter. It is sharper-edged than depression. And while both come in waves, grief waves I can't see coming. They crash in out of nowhere, sweep me off my feet, and leave me breathless and gasping. Some days they are both there, and I can visualise the colour or grief and the grey of depression, intertwining but separate. I know the difference between the two. Those days are hard. Adapted from a post on my website The House of Correction, written during the first year of bereavement. Grief hijacking – also known as competitive grieving, grief, emotional or energy vampires, grief tourists – call it what you like, it’s exhausting and heartbreaking. You’ve started a conversation, whether on social media or in real life, about your loss, and the conversation twists to become about their loss, not yours. They might be grieving for your person, they might bring in their own loss in a way that it seems like they are playing grief Top Trumps. They might be the acquaintances who pop up from your past to tell you that you are brave, or share your social media posts to show that they are ‘supporting’ their grieving friend without ever actually doing anything to help. Whichever it is, the person you are talking to has made it all about them.
If you are approached by grief vampires and grief hijackers, have boundaries to help protect yourself. Share only what you are comfortable about sharing, and say no if they ask too many questions or want to share things about you on social media that you want to keep private. If you, as the friend or family member, want to respond to people’s posts or stories about bereavement, think about what to say. Remember that it’s about them, not you. And if you are going to offer help, be there and do it. |
AuthorI was widowed at 50 when Tim, who I expected would be my happy-ever-after following a marriage break-up, died suddenly from heart failure linked to his type 2 diabetes. Though we'd known each other since our early 20s, we'd been married less than ten years. Archives
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