Great post. One infuriating event in my life was my brother’s refusal to allow his son as a teenager to come to the wake of our parents. I was taken to Irish wakes at six years of age! It turned out later, my brother didn’t like going to wakes or funerals and so had to shield his little crumb cruncher.
Everything you said in your post is absolutely true.
Thanks. Forgot to mention getting people pills or therapists every time something negative happened. Growing up in the fifties and sixties, we coped with schoolmate deaths, family deaths, pet deaths, fires, crimes and a whole lot else by gutting it up. It never occurred to us to need professional talkers. We talked to each other, to our parents, to our religious leaders, to God. My philosophy is try to work it out using those resources before resorting to strangers with unknown philosophies and values.