24 years ago my father died when I was 14 years old. It was a huge shock. He had a stroke and went to hospital and then died there 5 days later. My mum told me when he was ill that everything would be fine, he'd get better etc but obviously that wasn't the case. After his death my mum also consoled us by saying at least we'd had a week to get used to the situation, he would have been disabled if he'd lived so it was better he died 😕but all this was confusing to me.
The day after he died I was back at school, I decided to just get on with things. I had the day off school for the funeral but that was it. No teachers talked to me about it, I didn't have any counselling or anything. Whenever death came up at school e.g. in a book, I would panic and feel anxious to be reminded of it. At home we talked about him but not about his death or the period when he was ill. We've never discussed it.
My attitude was just to get on with things and keep my head down. My mum is probably autistic, my brother is diagnosed as autistic (Asperger's basically) and had always had a difficult time at school so I knew I had to keep my head down and not make more trouble for my mum.
Fast forward many years to 2024. A few weeks ago I thought I had cancer, turns out I don't (which is great). I was so worried about dying and messing up my kids ' lives. Then I told my line manager about it before I told my mother because I knew she would say 'You'll be fine'. She did, and it just reminded me of my dad being ill (and convinced me I did have cancer). Since the doctor said I'm ok, I've struggled to shake this feeling of sadness and grief. I keep feeling so anxious and crying and I wonder if it's so sort of delayed grief or trauma from my father's death that I haven't actually thought about. Is this a thing?