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Helping Kids Recover

Helping Kids Recover

You never return to who you were after terror rattles your world; you become somebody else.

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An art therapist is in my office when she hears the title of this article. They don't recover, do they? she asks.

Recover is not the right word. Because you don't return to who you were; you become somebody else. The loss stays with you forever -- and as a child, you keep confronting it with each year you mature. You have to keep integrating the loss, and what it means to you.

My daughter was 11 when her 13 year old brother Koby was killed by terrorists. She started a new school a year later, and didn't tell the class about Koby until last week -- 2 years later. My daughter is now 13 herself.

The teacher kept encouraging her to share with the class. But Eliana didn't want to. The teacher went so far as to write on Eliana's report card that she knew Eliana had 'problems' and that she understood that her grades were low as a result.

Eliana was mortified. She felt that her privacy had been invaded. But an expert in child psychology who wrote a book on children and bereavement told me that she thought the teacher's comments were appropriate.

The truth is there is no easy answer with children or with people -- what works for one child may not work for another. But there are certain things I think that do create unhealthy situations.

One of them is the insistence on strength. When I recently spoke to a group of high school principals, I told them I didn't understand what was so great about being strong. In Israel there is such an emphasis on being strong. Crying for me is strong -- sharing the truth of feelings. The principals nodded and looked like they understood. At the end of the session the superintendent of the entire district thanked me. "Be strong," she said.

We have such a need to make sure the other is strong. What do people fear? I think they need others to be strong so that they don't have to confront the enormity of death, the staggering weight of loss, and the fact that all of us will die. Of course in Israel, people do need to go on because the society needs to survive. We would always be grieving. But expressing feelings doesn't mean that you don't go on. In fact, it may mean that you go on in better emotional health than if you are "strong."

"What do you like about the camp?" Eliana answered: "We make jokes about the kids who died."

Eliana told her class about her brother and her family. And then she told them about the camp we run and that she attends, Camp Koby for children who have lost loved ones to terror. Her teacher asked: "And what do you like about the camp?" Eliana answered: "We make jokes about the kids who died."

The girls in her class kids gasped. They didn't understand.

But her teacher said: "And that makes you feel better, right?"

"Yes," Eliana said.

Kids love the fun at our camp. But they also love the feeling of being normal there. At camp they can joke and say: If he was alive I would kill my brother, I'm so mad at him for dying." They can express feelings of anger, pain, and annoyance. If they want to talk they can. Nobody is telling them to be strong. By joking, the kids take ownership of their stories, shaping it into a narrative that they can carry and share. They retell their stories in terms they can deal with. But you can't tell your story if your objective is to be strong. You spend your time guarding it,

As Michael White, a specialist in narrative therapy states, there is the story of loss and then there is the story of the response. By attending camp with other kids like them, the kids participate in a story of feeling one, bonded with others like them. Their story becomes a story of shared loss, shared pain and shared understanding. In sharing, there is a kind of recovery.

The Hebrew word for recovery is related to the word to dream. For real recovery, you need to have a dream. You can't give a kid a dream. They have to find their own -- and then you can encourage them. By seeing people around them who have survived loss not by being strong, but by changing and growing and being more than they were, that gives kids the idea that they too can emerge from heartbreak with the power to dream -- and to work toward their dreams.

Published: February 28, 2004


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Visitor Comments: 7

(7) tara, June 10, 2007 5:35 PM

respect

i think we sgould respect people's privacy.

a.s.

(6) atara d. stern, June 3, 2007 8:10 PM

beauty lies amidst pain

i am bipolar. i live with the pain every day. in fact, to say i do not live in pain is a complete lie. i will never again have the life i used to lead, before i became "sick". but why would i want to? i have experienced and gained so much growth, which would not have been possible if not for my setback, or "handicap". all i can say is that i am the way i am so i can help others in need who are in the same situation, for better, or for worse. may mashiach come speedilly in our days: but remember: we must bring him-- he will not come himself, if he feels he is unwanted, unneeded, or un-understood. we must hasten his coming by being good to eachother, dealing with pain in or through grace, and forgiving others as we learn to forgive ourselves.

atara d. stern

(5) sharon marson, October 30, 2005 12:00 AM

this article reflects the depth of Sherri Mandell's emotions as well as her talent in communicating them

(4) Hannah, March 3, 2004 12:00 AM

we all grieve our own way.. and either way is the strong way, either if you show it or not. as long as you move on with your life. i lost my dad the day before my 19th birthday. i'm 19 still. sometimes when i really miss him, i think about all the fun things we did together, and that makes me smile. but also i cry. sometimes it's good to talk about it and sometimes it's good to just keep it inside.
Thanx for the good article

(3) Sharon, March 2, 2004 12:00 AM

Thankyou for saying so!

In my family we lived with the day to day struggles of a parent who lived with chronic illness. My Step Mom had many joint replacements and experimental drugs to try. We joked that she was our six million dollar woman! We (including our parents joked around because of the daily intensity of living with a parent that was dying. Our other family members didn't understand us. So what can you do? We are thankfull for all the day's we have had with our parents "the good, the bad, and the ugly." Great article!

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