I remember an oft repeated lesson of nursing school.
Often the only possible or appropriate response is simple acknowledgment. Sometimes, that is entirely sufficient. "I see you, I know you are there, are hurting, need help, are grieving, have a right to cry, are fine."
Blank silence fills in with anxiety monsters, moats full of unknown terrors, no one to hear you scream, no hope, no possible help. Banishment that is worse than death, than pain.
Indifference that accuses, not worth the candle to lead me to hell.
Intentional anonymity is active. Being neglected a maw of aching.
(Have received acknowledgment of our lease, and my application for a possible promotion postion at the new/old job, and a "90%" surety of a date from the movers.)
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and many (o)s for all the posts I've enjoyed and not commented on... you always make me ponder and appreciate, and I'm rarely sure how to respond, so I don't. But I'm here.
ditt(o)
No, no. Not aimed at you, any of you, even any possible lurkers. Responding to my own spate of NOT being ignored, by my landlord to be, nor movers, nor new employer.
Of course, it's always nice to hear from y'all.
Seems like good news all the way around.
Yes.
The (o) in this post perhaps also being a wheel, turning...
I figured that was how you'd meant it... but I've meant to make that sort of comment for a while now, because I really do enjoy your writing, and it seemed like a good prompt. :)
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