And now for something completely not-fun
Jul. 15th, 2005 07:35 pmMy co-worker Sarah was just telling me how the back office staff used to grade families' reactions when they saw their loved ones in the identification room. With cards numbered 1-10. I just got a 9 - there was an industrial accident this afternoon where a welder was hit and killed by a falling metal plate. HIs defacto aife is English, out here without family, pregnant and with a two year old. She's devestated. And I have to say, there's few things harder in this world than to sit at your desk and pretend to type whilst a grief striken woman is keening just around the corner. Luckily his family was with her, holding her together since there was bugger all I could do.
I really hate this part.
I really hate this part.
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Date: 2005-07-15 10:23 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-07-15 10:48 am (UTC)Good luck with it. Get someone to hold YOUR hand afterwards - you'll need comfort too.
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Date: 2005-07-15 01:03 pm (UTC)I feel pretty damn guilty for that when I think about it, but I know that the human mind can't process such sorrow, and black humor is how we HAVE to get through things like that.
I know you're a damn emphathetic person- if we allowed ourselves to resonate with the empathy we feel at other humans pain, then we couldn't do anything. I couldn't prepare my case. You couldn't prepare your files. We would get nothing done but weep.
I think the important thing is that we still feel that second-hand pain, still know it's there. If we can do that, the other is OK. I dread the day I don't feel that pain. I'm getting increasingly desensitized, but I hope I can always at least know that the pain is there and be discreet when I have to.
*hugs you from afar*
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Date: 2005-07-15 02:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-07-15 02:39 pm (UTC)I'd hate to think what a 10 would be.
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Date: 2005-07-15 04:02 pm (UTC)