Originally Posted by
Danilynn
If what happened at the school I graduated from (Pearl High class of 1993) in 1997 is any indication, the "help" they offer the survivors of this is going to be a day or so of Kumbaya hand holding. Then the "help" goes away and the survivors are left trying to sort it out themselves and process it.
A lot of nonsense will be spouted, inclusion will be preached and everyone is going to be scarred for a long time to come.
A bunch of my classmates had kid brothers and sisters at Pearl High in that commons area that Luke Woodham shot up. Several have severe social anxiety, and are medicated. Formerly well adjusted social butterfly type kids are now adults that rarely go to any sort of place that has large gatherings of people.
One in particular, let's just use his initials, C.B., was standing right next to one of the kids that died. When C.B. finally got out of the school that day he had massive amounts of blood covering him. Before the shooting, this kid was just very outgoing, friendly.
He is 33 now, and is on several diffent types of medication. He had a nervous breakdown during Freshman orientation at the university he tried to attend. He withdrew from school. He now transcribes court records for a living in the privacy and safety of his home.
His sister says he rarely leaves the house to do anything in daylight hours. Nikki says he grocery shops at 2 or 3 in the morning and orders all his clothes from the internet. She told me not long he hasn't went to the mall or a movie theater since 1997.
Whatever the answer is, these kids are going to need help, beyond a day or 2 of a "grief" counselor on hand at the school. And they are going to need it for a very long time to come.
Stuff like this changes the landscape tremendously for not just the families, but the whole community. Nearly 2 decades have passed since that October day and Pearl, MS still feels the events dearly. The kids that lived are changed.
Beautifully done. It is the hidden damage that emerges slowly as the temporary numbness wears off. How normal can life ever be for someone exposed so closely to a senseless and horrible slaughter? Our system basically says "Live with it!" and offers no answers other than consumerism and religion. Humor? I have never heard a repeatable joke about the Holocaust or such wartime atrocities as Bataan or My Lai. People can make jests about grinding awfulness like poverty, prison life, discrimination, the Soviet Union, bad sports teams, and alcoholism... but not about murder. Black humor has its limits.
For a survivor the body lives but a part of that person dies.
The greatest evil is not now done in those sordid "dens of crime" (or) even in concentration camps and labour camps. In those we see its final result. But it is conceived and ordered... in clean, carpeted, warmed and well-lighted offices, by (those) who do not need to raise their voices. Hence, naturally enough, my symbol for Hell is something like the bureaucracy of a police state or the office of a thoroughly nasty business concern."
― C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters