When Chrissy Teigen and John Legend shared the devastating loss of their third child earlier this month, one of my first thoughts was Oh, God, here come the grief police. Teigen already gets a lot of criticism for being so open online. While I hoped people wouldn’t criticize how open she was about this, I had a feeling it was going to happen—and sadly, I was right. There she was, sharing the worst moment of her life, and people had the audacity to reply to her tweet and suggest that the photos were simply for attention. That they, also having lost a child, felt for her but would never have done that. That this wasn’t what it looked like to grieve the loss of a child. Which is absolute bullshit.
I am personally very familiar with one of the basic truths of grieving: There is no right way to do it. Even if two people are grieving the same loss, the way they handle it can be like night and day. Just because someone’s grief looks different than your grief did in a similar situation doesn’t mean they aren’t gutted and grappling with the same impossible-to-process emotions. It doesn’t delegitimize their pain. That’s something I learned the hard way.
When my mom died of cancer in 2011, my dad, my brother, and I all grieved, of course. My mom was the most precious thing any of us had ever lost. And while we all grieved the same person and same situation, an outsider might have assumed differently based on how those complicated feelings manifested for all of us.
I’m an extrovert and very open to sharing my emotions. I cope best when I can talk about how I’m feeling. As I grieved my mom’s death, I did so openly. I cried and talked with friends or family about how sad I was. I faced the uncomfortable emotions head-on while also trying to distract myself with other things (I was a junior in college at the time).
On the other hand, my brother is quite introverted. He’s not one to call up a friend and unload his emotions. He grieved quietly. His silence made it hard to tell whether he was grieving or just trying to avoid emotion. As someone who is very open and feels compelled to talk about how I feel, I could not relate to how he was handling things—but I knew my brother and knew that if we were different in so many other ways, maybe we just approached this differently too.
And then there’s my dad. He is extremely analytical and logical. He operates best when he has a plan to follow. He’s also, well, a dad. So when my mom died, he had to take control. He worked through the to-do list of logistics. He didn’t unload his emotions on us. He handled his grief in a different way—not only because of his personality but also because his role in our family necessitated it. Also, as my mom’s primary caregiver, he knew more about her condition than we did. He was the first to know when they were out of options, so he started his grieving process privately before we (and the rest of my family) knew it was time to.
So there we were, all in the same household, all suffering the same loss, but behaving quite differently as a result. I didn’t realize it at the time, but this experience taught me how wildly different grief can look. I knew that we all felt the same complicated emotions, but it was clear that each of us expressed them in our own way.