To the mental health nurse I saw when DH had been diagnosed with a life limiting condition, had been in hospital for several months already whilst our toddler was waiting for an ASD assessment and I was terrified about the future.
Telling me that your husband had died and your DS had ASD and that “you just get on with it” wasn’t helpful. I presume you had family and friends around you, I was pretty much alone.
I wish I had been strong enough then to tell you what I thought of you instead of doing the politely British thing of sitting and listening and even, at the end of the torturous half hour, saying “thanks very much, bye”. I wish I had stood up, told you to go fuck yourself and left.
You stopped me reaching out for help again for a very long time and my mental health, and life, is now damaged beyond repair.