Grief and Loss

Kaddish Symphony, or Why We Can’t Wait

It’s the smell of cigarettes, gin and sweat

acrid smoke from incinerating bodies

salt of blood and sweet perfume turned sour

The sound of a tree branch

creaking from the weight of the body inside the noose

Percussion whistle of a fire hose

spraying down children, families, grandmothers

Terror and dread when you hear those footsteps approaching

Subtle clutch of a handbag against the ribcage

sweep of a glance that renders you a criminal, a freak, a security threat

Wrong place, wrong time, wrong neighborhood, wrong body, wrong country, wrong bathroom, wrong clothes

Missed my stop, my medication, my ride

Even if your loved ones school you on survival strategies

Even if you have a PhD, a sugar daddy, health insurance, a good job, a nose job, a Grammy, a lawyer

Straighten your hair, your tie, your skirt

Shave your beard, shave your legs, take your meds

Change your name, change location, change clothes

I can’t wait for Yizkor

I’ve already started calling out the names

Trayvon Martin

Sakia Gunn

Emmett Till

Matthew Shepard

Gwen Araujo

Lawrence King

Tyler Clementi

Keep going

Tomorrow it might be you, your child, your lover, your teacher, your neighbor, your grandmother

Today we can write,

sing

cry

talk

listen

rage

pray

pay

hug

heal

touch

laugh

vote

feed

read

drum

chant

circle

walk

stand

speak

We don’t have to do this alone

I don’t care if you call it God, Buddha, Allah, Jesus, Yahweh, HaShem, Mystery, Nature, Higher Power, Justice, Truth, Peace

Stand for Love

Start right now

 

March 25, 2012

© Karen L. Erlichman

Walk the Tightrope

 

Sometimes grief is like the jaws of life;

Take me out of the wreck,

ragged

bloody

Teach me

to sing through my tears,

to walk the tightrope,

faint line between keening and

praising.

Who will catch me next time?


© 2011

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Grief, Loss and Professional Boundaries, Part II

 

About six months ago I wrote about the therapist-client relationship, specifically the delicate balance of maintaining professional boundaries while dealing with personal challenges that impact the therapeutic relationship.

Recently I have had to revisit this complex ethical issue due to a series of family losses and medical crises that warranted my leaving town several times within a relatively short time frame. This meant canceling and rescheduling client appointments, as well as responding to a handful of questions and concerns about "how I was doing."

Nothing in my academic clinical training adequately prepared me for this. On the one hand, aging, illness and loss are unavoidable, universal experiences. On the other hand, I would not want my clients to feel encroached upon or burdened. How would I stay grounded without seeming steely or cold? Would I be able to express my sadness or grief and hold it together?

I have been deeply moved by the kindness and compassion clients have expressed with me. In several cases, they have also said how meaningful it was to know what was happening (the death of my grandmother, for example), rather than simply being told something vague and dismissive.

Like our clients, therapists age, get sick, become injured, and have other visible life changes that impact the therapist-client relationship. Some of my pregnant colleagues have written about this topic; when the therapist is pregnant, her real life and humanity (not to mention her physical body) have inarguably entered into the therapy relationship in an unprecedented manner.

It would be unethical to foster any needless burden or feeling of responsibility for clients to take care of a therapist. However, these issues also offer opportunities for both parties to experience healthy, respectful, mutual compassion. Perhaps this is a new perspective on the healing power of mirroring, to be broken-hearted without being broken, to extend and receive mutual kindness. I have been blessed by this kind of transformation, a genuine experience of reciprocity that can nourish and inspire both people.

 

It really boils down to this: that all of life is interrelated. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny.

–Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

 

 

Grief, Loss and Professional Boundaries

I just found out that my story that was published in the Spring issue of the journal Zeek, which focused on Spirituality and Healing, is the recipient of the 2010 Association for Women in Psychology’s Jewish Women’s Scholarship Award. Submitting this article for publication was a personal and professional leap of faith for me, one that cut right across the clinical proscenium and allowed my personal story to become public.

This article was part of a trilogy called “Gleanings” from three Jewish professionals who provide spiritual care to others. For those of us who are professional caregivers or community leaders, this level of visibility is often rife with anxiety, and viewed with disdain by colleagues. Yet at some point every one of us will be forced to grapple with our own grief and vulnerability when a loved one dies. My dear friend and colleague Cathy Hauer, MFT, wrote eloquently about this in her 1997 article, “Parallel Process: Client and Therapist Explore Motherloss.”

Having been a social worker for nearly twenty-five years, I feel strongly about the importance of maintaining appropriate and respectful clinical boundaries, while at the same time honoring the authentic intersubjectivity that exists within the professional relationship. I have had so many conversations with colleagues who wrestle with these ethical issues so intensely that many of them (us) have questioned whether or not they can continue to practice as therapists. Moreover, in the era of social media and the Internet, boundaries between client and professional have entered into an entirely new ethical territory of private and public identities. These ethical challenges are also quite relevant for rabbis and other clergy, teachers, physicians and other professional caregivers.

I have found great insight and support from colleagues who work in rural areas and small towns, and are quite seasoned at living in community with their clients as real human beings who grocery-shop, garden and grieve. 

The unique perspective on loss and bereavement as experienced by LGBT people, as well as the often complicated relationship to traditional religious frameworks for mourning, is a story that must be told. Too often relationships with partners, ex-lovers, extended family and friends are relegated to secondary status, or rendered completely invisible, when compared with “real” losses, such as legal spouses or primary family members. Grief is a universal human experience, transcending gender, sexuality, race, religion and culture. While these aspects of identity inform the experience of loss, grief cannot be ranked, compared, qualified or quantified. 

My training as a spiritual director and Circle of Trust® facilitator have taught me new paradigms and tools for navigating these rich and challenging emotional and spiritual terrains, while also affirming the ethics and principles that undergird my work.

I am so honored and humbled to receive this award.  I hope that my story will help others find their way on the journey of grief.

May we be blessed with the gift of boundaries, and mamash, may we allow the truth of our lives to be seen, heard and sanctified. Amen. 

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