On the Death of a Child & Trigger Warnings

We were supposed to go to Italy. We ended up in Wales after the car exploded... that's another story.

We were supposed to go to Italy. We ended up in Wales after the car exploded… that’s another story.

Last year I wrote about a piece called, On Being Questioned Over the Death of a Child – Part 1 about the death of my daughter Zuzu. It included details about the police presence, the later police interviews, and it provided some background to Zuzu’s disability and the circumstances of her death. I was intending to write part two fairly quickly afterwards but for a variety of reasons I didn’t. I’d like to consider this as part two. You can read the first article by clicking here.

The inspirational kick I needed in order to return to the memory of walking into Zuzu’s bedroom and finding her dead (she was eight years and ten months old give or take a few days) that mild winter July morning in Sydney came from the mass media. The first – and main motor – was an article written by Rebecca Elliott. Rebecca, who also writes and illustrates children’s books, for The Independent newspaper about how she and her husband Matthew dealt with the death of their daughter Clementine. (you can read it here). Rebecca had previously written movingly and constructively about how living with Clemmie was as profoundly positive as the little girl’s disabilities were profoundly debilitating. The article, called Profoundly disabled: ‘We wouldn’t have her any other way’ is available to read here.

I hadn’t read the first article, written in 2010. It probably got lost in internet noise. It may have slipped my reading list because I didn’t want to read it. It didn’t make any impact on my life which was changing for the better for the first time since Zuzu’s death in 1996.

The second piece of current news came from the radio, morning radio on BBC Radio 4 but I’m sure that the story made the rounds of all the outlets. It’s a good story during an election period where the majority of people either feign disdain or are genuinely not interested in who will govern them, and why and how that will happen. The story concerns what the BBC website calls: Newborn baby Teddy was UK’s youngest ever organ donor and you can read it here. Teddy Houlston died on April 22nd he was a few hours old and a twin. His brother survived. The BBC reports that:

His parents, Mike Houlston and Jess Evans, from Cardiff, say they want people to know his story and see his face, saying: “We are so proud of him”.

Frankly, I try to avoid sentimentality, I would vastly prefer to praise Mike and Jess for their courage. Teddy’s kidneys were donated and used to save the life of a man in Leeds. Teddy had anencephaly, a rare and lethal abnormality which prevents the brain and skull from developing. Zuzu had a condition called Holoprosencephaly which meant that the hemispheres of her brain had not developed and both the parietal and temporal lobes were obviously traumatised. We donated her brain to the New South Wales medical establishment.

It’s strange that two stories concerning profound medical conditions such as extreme forms of Cerebral Palsy crop up in the mainstream media and it was the second paragraph of Rebecca’s article about the death of Clementine that triggered this article. It read in part:

She had cerebral palsy and was officially termed “life-limited”, but she was always surprisingly healthy and we had thought she would be with us for many more years. We were wrong. Early on 8 December last year I came downstairs to get my toddler son his milk. While it was warming, I went into my daughter’s bedroom, and as I bent down to kiss her, a sickening shiver ran up my spine as I realised that she wasn’t breathing. I remember the rest of the morning only as a foggy nightmare – screaming to my husband, calling 999, doing chest compressions on my little girl…

I remember giving those chest compressions as the emergency services operator tried calmly to give me something to do while she set the paramedics and police actions in motion. The police came as an automatic function, part of the Australian civic machine, a force dealing with what they explained to me was a ‘suspicious death at home’. They brought the Crime Scene Services Branch (CSSB) and Scene of Crimes officer along, but that was later. I was giving chest compression to Zuzu to have something to do. But even as I was doing this makework, it had been very obvious that she was dead. She had no colour except on her back. That colour was a dark, dark almost blue-black red that I immediately thought was a bruise. It was the pooling of blood that happened because Zuzu had been dead for some hours. I learned this later when I was taking in details at the Sydney morgue.

I knew about the colour, the ‘bruise’ because I had picked her up at first, before I called the emergency services. I had cradled her in my arms, I had spoken quietly to her. Her mother was still asleep in the next room. I wanted to wake Zuzu. I craved her being awake, and at the same time I dreaded her mother waking to the news. Something had felt wrong before the futility of the chest compressions but the reality hadn’t registered. Why would it have? Why would my well formed brain allow that?

Zuzu's Funeral invitation first draft.

Zuzu’s Funeral invitation first draft.

I am telling this story because relating it to an audience of potentially one or two other anonymous passing people (This blog has never attracted what you’d call an audience, loyal or otherwise, unless you count the regular spambots and sales freaks) is cathartic and I am fine with that. It’s been a long battle against memory and its loss or distortion. But this is not entirely the point of this article in fact; don’t get me wrong, it certainly is part of a wider point in my realisation that the terrible, traumatic morning with its pointless chest compressions, its pooled blood, its abiding frozen bone cold and its loss was that: a morning. Zuzu’s memory were ruined by that for quite some time. That’s not an outcome that is acceptable to me any longer. But it’s not the central point of this specific article. That is closely knitted with the acts of reading the articles and listening to the radio.

Trigger Warnings
The central point of this article is that, having accidentally having read the Houlstons’ story and the Elliotts’ too, I find trigger warnings problematic, even damaging and certainly judgemental. If I am honest with myself here – and with the passing spambots and that person who Googled “Cock’s Head” looking for something entirely different to this – rather than read articles or look at news stories, blog posts or other media that could have enabled me to go beyond that bedroom on that July morning I have used Trigger Warnings not as warnings so much as No Go signs. The phrase “Trigger Warning” at the top of a post with a hint of disabled children and death acted as a convenient way of not having to deal with my own mind.

Trigger Warnings in fact remind me of the statement made by Mervyn Griffith-Jones at the Lady Chatterley’s Lover obscenity trial in London in 1960. Griffith-Jones was prosecuting the publisher, Penguin Books when he asked:

“Is it a book that you would even wish your wife or your servants to read?”

(read more about the trial and quote here in Christopher Hilliard’s piece,“Is It a Book That You Would Even Wish Your Wife or Your Servants to Read?” Obscenity Law and the Politics of Reading in Modern England.)

The question acted as a statement of power and structure by the establishment at the time. The husband and master was held responsible for who would be affected by the terrible sexual depravity in what is now widely held to be quite a dreary read. The Husband’s authority was that of a moral gatekeeper in the same way the Trigger Warning, aka the author as the representative of the perceived societal value of exclusion from and of memory as an established norm is today.

For me, memories can and often have become corrupted and distorted as much by leaving them be as by confronting and discussing them, even if that discussion is sometimes a lonely one. Externalising a memory’s narrative, sober without the excuse of intoxicants to fall back on the next day, is useful. Sharing someone else’s experience does not double the pain. Sheltering the pain enables it. At least that’s my conclusion at the moment given that I would have avoided the stories I am quoting here had they been Trigger Warning’d. As it is, I’ve benefited.

Does this mean that everybody who has had a traumatic experience will feel the same? How on earth would I know that answer? I wouldn’t. That question produces as pointless discourse that deals in the kind of power relationship to others that assumes that there is a definite answer that can be produced on demand and will cleanse and clarify all traumatic positions. Nobody knows. What we can safely assume, however, is that deleting the act of decision from the traumatised reader or viewer does nothing to provide them with the emotional energy that they require for a return to happiness; and that’s what we’re after: happiness, contentment, joy. Our dead are dead, their memories live on with us.

The phrase ‘Trigger Warning’ before or after a headline or strap that reads: “Bad Thing ‘Z’ Happens in this Story to Good People Y via the Medium of Violence/Rape/Death/Disaster/Pictures of Gluten or Cow” serves no possible, practical purpose other than to connote a greater potential for reliving pain rather than experiencing hope and escape. The phrase itself is a self-asserting trigger. It distracts from health and diminishes actual experience; it acts to separate the damaged people unable to take part in an expression of a traumatic and damaging experience from those who can: the weak from the strong as arbitrated by the writer or creator.

For me, the problem with Trigger Warnings is that they often exacerbate the pain that they seek to protect us from. They also propose a world where healing from many different traumas is homogenised into a synthetic mass agreement as to what constitutes pain, damage, confrontation or peace. The synthesis is too simplistic and is in fact more demagogic than pedagogic: it speaks to a mass lie of consensus rather than enabling people to learn their way through their horrors. Trigger Warnings want to encounter a world in which nothing painful comes without an answer even if that answer is just not to look and not to see and not to find happiness again. Trigger Warnings, can also be seen as authoritarian emotional redactions.

We are, I would hope, far better emblazoning the head of our articles with: “Discuss this with your best friends and other people who had similar experiences, you might feel better” rather than, “Trigger Warning – this will definitely make you feel much, much worse so how about you just imagine what’s in it… alone”, and thereby helping us to form a society that enables collusion in help rather than in the patronisation of the traumatised and the reinforcement of their – or in this case my – pain.

As ever, I’m open to discussion from any passing bots or sales monsters.


Sad State of News – What Goes Around…

Russian Journal

Russian Journal

I’ve just been reading A Russian Journal, written in 1948 by John Steinbeck with photography by Robert Capa. The quick description is: “A memoir that takes place not only to Moscow and Stalingrad (now Volgograd) but through the countryside of the Ukraine and the Caucasus.”

I’d recommend it, and not only for its clear style (it’s Steinbeck), and its insights into post-WWII Russia from an American perspective. I was also struck by the sentiment that I’ve quoted below about the state of news writing in 1948. It forms the basis of the trip to Russia then.

It seems to me that is it is being repeated as if newly minted now. I see it all over the Internet in 2015 by those of us mourning some ‘Golden Age of News’. Read on…
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Broadsheet Clickbait – Benedict Cumberbatch on Islamic State

Broadsheet Clickbait

Continuing our series of amazing ‘serious’ newspaper stories, here is Benedict Cumberbatch – the Sherlock actor – providing his much needed insight into dealing with the Islamic State.

Check out some other entries after the jump.

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Broadsheet Clickbait – Steve Jobs

Broadsheet Clickbait

Oh dear. The Independent is so lost in chasing for clicks with tawdry headlines that it’s even contradicting itself in its body copy.

The reason for this is that The Indy got its lead and idea from in a story entitled, “Newly unsealed documents show Steve Jobs’ brutal response after getting a Google employee fired“.

It’s not just the combination of the headline and story body that are staggeringly annoying, look at the wording of that copy: Read More


Cosmos Rebooted – In the Face?

Carl Sagan

I hear that the relaunched Cosmos TV series has included a little hagiography of Giordano Bruno as a martyr to Copernican science, and I sigh…” Philip Ball

Philip Ball is an author of several books on aspects of science and its interactions with other aspects of culture. Philip worked for Nature for 20 years as, and I quote from him, an editor for physical sciences (for which his brief extended from biochemistry to quantum physics and materials science) and then as a Consultant Editor.

Phil also writes the science blog for Prospect Magazine. Phil’s sigh is not just naysaying for the sake of it.

Ball’s comments on Giordano Bruno and his inclusion at the start of the Neil deGrasse Tyson fronted Cosmos reimagined (aka The Because Science TV Show) refer to the animation, 11 minutes of it, at the start of the show that once again repeat the canard of Bruno as a Martyr of Science. Let’s look at the video first.

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