There has been a lot of death around me lately, not directly in my friends or family, but outlying. A close friend's mother (who I only met once) just passed and I was involved in the music for her funeral services, to support my friend. Also, two weeks ago, one of the physical therapists in the office I've been going to since September suddenly passed away. He was an older msn, but still pre-retirement, working full time, and it came as a shock to his colleagues and patients. I only worked with him once, early on, and though he seemed nice, I couldn't feel as safe with him as my main PT. They assumed I didn't know who he was, and I couldn't manage to correct them. Still, I did overhear them planning a memorial service for his colleagues and patients to remember him.
All of that got me thinking (again), God forbid, what happens if something happens to T (he's only early 60s, but he drives so much to commute to my area that I sometimes get worried, partially due to a history of interrupted attachments, and partially just anxiety. I decided to bring it up to T, but blew it. I prefaced thst it was morbid and awkward and a difficult topic, but that didn't prepare T enough. It was upsetting to him, really got him thinking about what his family would go through in that sort of scenario...and I guess, he really has no plan laid out other than hoping his wife, who is not great with follow-through, tells co-workers in both offices.
He got weird about it, turning it around on me and asking if I had s plan. He later said it was an uncomfortable subject, and that he's human, didn't deal with it well, and he's sorry when I end up having to see areas where he still has his own fears and such to.work through (which sounded mostly just like empathy for loved ones and what they would experience).
The whole.conversation hurt. He didn't get it was about attachment and the confusion of the T relationship, and not simply a procedural on death. He asserted it would be hardest on his family, his wife and especially his youngest child. I mean, I know thst, but I was already feeling confused as to how and when I would even be able to grieve in such a scenario, so the comment made it worse. He said it was a hard, awkward thing to bring up. But emphasized it was important, and thst even when we're clumsy in communications and cause each other pain, a healthy relationship isn't threatened by that. It doesn't cause withdrawal or rejection or retaliation. It just gets repaired. He tried several times to get me (in shame spiral for bringing it up st all) to look at him and see that nothing had changed, that I was still cared for. I could not.
Eventually, I did calm down enough to have a hug and he called me "my little one," but it just made it feel.weirder, more confusing, because he is the closest thing I've had and may ever have to a safe parent, but if he passed, I don't feel like I could even grieve him in a standard way, like it wouldn't be accepted. If he was retired, I might not even find out for quite a while. And so I'm stuck in the confusion where this important figure is someone I can't invite to important events, can't even grieve the loss of and have my first closure ever when the time comes.
Anyway, it just came up so strongly how much I needed attachment, parents who were safe and available as a child, and couldn't have them, and really can't, never will. And parts are so angry st me for acknowledging the need we've denied for so long. It's like I have this wonderful gift of relationship with my T, but instead of not belonging at all, I am stuck.somewhere between belonging with him and not...and it's almost harder.
Just looking for someone who understands this. I wish I'd never brought it up, to tell the truth.