A family doctor used to be a friend.
Now no doctor has an ear to bend
They don’t know how my artery contracts
Now their heads are empty of all facts
Soon we will have robots there instead
I wonder can I buy one for my bed?
I think that metal would not be so kind
A metal husband makes a woman blind
What about vibrators are they good?
I will only love one made of wood.
A plastic world would last for far too long
Worlds are so much better when we sing
At night we dream of of men whom we might kiss
Eyes are bad when old don’t let them miss.
In the end we must all this confess.
Only God can laugh at all this mess
The problem as you grow older is, how do you let somebody close who’s basically a total stranger?” he said. “Nature came up with a trick: It’s called attraction. Sexual attraction brings down all the barriers, lets you get close to a new person in a physical way that you don’t get close to your family.”Over time, of course, this physical connection wanes. While many bemoan this loss of titillation, Dr. Levine celebrates it. “It’s smart,” he said.
Now working on a new study of how estrangement affects grief, Dr. Pillemer sees among those studied “unfinished business” and “bereavement-related regrets.” “They have more complicated grief,” he said in an interview. His advice, when possible, is to consider reconciliation, especially if death is expected or imminent, asking the question: “Will I feel better if I do this?” He said “anticipated regret” is very common. “People talked about it a lot. Will I miss the chance to reconnect?”
For Harriet Brown,
According to the Oxford English dictionary, the word “hear” is defined as “perceive with the ear the sound made by (someone or something),” whereas the word “listen” is defined as “make an effort to hear something; be alert and ready to hear somethin
My own heart is sad when I perceive
The pallor of your face the dead brown leavesi
Ive already walked the paths of loss
Jesus Christ we have been double crossed
I’ll look after you when you need touch.
Not of money, but in kindness rich
I will help you through that open door
I’ll hold your hand as I have done before.
I used to take you out when you were small.
I pushed your pram to
grandad’s up the hill
Going home in darkness I felt fear.
Where has Daddy gone,my mother dear?
I hate that you have got the same disease.
I hated God whom I had like to please
Sadness grips my empty heart
Kneeling on the floor what can I say?
How can we accept the pain of loss
The love that filled the heart now emptiness.
The future is destroyed before it’s here
I did not know how grief brought with it fear.
Indifferent to our suffering life goes on
The Heart will split it is no longer one.
Half will go with you you and half will stay.
How can I find God, how can I pray?
I can’t see you in this little world
Only coral and the deep drowned pearls
Trauma is real, and can result in real disorders, though its meaning is ever-evolving. The DSM-5, the standard in American psychiatric diagnosis, currently defines it as “actual or threatened death, serious injury, or sexual violence,” either as a victim or a witness. Growing attention to the term has pushed forth a larger acknowledgment of the indirect and long-lasting consequences of violence, certainly overdue in American culture.
Some who study trauma, however, say current cultural references to the word have become a mess of tongue-in-cheek and casual mentions, mixed with serious confessions and interrogations of the past — of definitional misunderstandings and the absurd and the trivial and the profound