>disconnecting – Loss and fear of it

>Death …

such an ominous word. most are scared of it, it is unknown, full of fantasy and visions. so much has been written, talked about, discoursed with ….

i have been with this word for a while. ever since my divorce proceedings started actually.

Divorce, as per dictionary meaning is

-to separate; cut off

-a judicial declaration dissolving a marriage in whole or in part

-total separation; disunion

-to break the marriage contract between oneself and (one’s spouse)

synonyms are dissociate, divide, disconnect, split, disjoin ….

i experienced “real” death for the first time in my divorce proceedings. I have experienced many many physical death before but the experience of what death actually feels like was like a bullet that gets lodged.

It was not simply dissolving the marriage between two people. I was initiating the processing of discontinuing the history of 30 years between two people that was held in a certain way. the disjointing of relationships tween them, around them, in the immediate family, the extended familial structure, the social circle, everything.

it was to put a full stop to something that has been in process …. for many years ….

yes, separating from someone or something is like a death experience. although people remain, the places remain, the memories remain, but not the relationship. Not the way each individual held it in his/her mind.

Sometimes i think for me at least, fear of death, is really fear of separation. fear of divorce, this time from life, from aliveness, from all senses …. unto who knows where.

and strangely enough, i am not really scared of my death, but of death of dear ones.

Death, i feel will take them away for ever, never to come back and they will then just fade into memory, sepia coloured ones.

and i have experienced death many times in my life, through death of near and dear ones, starting at age 3, but never been so anxious about it before.

what does it mean to disjoint from the other? are we ever joined?

and in all these, life, the pulsating life, kicking, alive, screaming, is perhaps slipping through the moments … tick tock tick tock …..

i am alive, and so are the others, right at this moment. celebrate this moment!

I live in Bangalore, India and by profession, I am a Psychotherapist, a Gender & Diversity Consultant and an Executive Coach. I write because I like writing, for not particular reason. Sometimes it makes sense to convey to other people what we are thinking ... may it strikes a chord, may be it does not. My life has been my greatest teacher and that's why I like sharing my experiences, life stories and other narratives that I build as I go along. I am interested in people, society, culture, ways of life, individual and collective narratives/stories as they allow us to connect with one another as nothing else does. I also write about coaching, people's lives, culture, stories, mother my daughter, believe in a feminine way of life, and most of all believe that all politics starts from the self and personal convictions

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