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In David Halberstam’s book The Firehouse, he recounts the story of his neighborhood firehouse,
near Lincoln Center on New York’s upper west side. On September 11, 2001,
thirteen firefighters raced to the scene of the World Trade Center attack. One
returned. The only reason he survived is that a photographer saw his arm
sticking out of the rubble at Ground Zero. Not only did he suffer from guilt,
but some people hated him for surviving: why him and not one of the others?
Suicide is a growing issue, in the military and
among first responders. Grief mixed with survivor guilt is a significant
component of PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder). Men and women (mostly
young) who put their lives on the line every day are used to being in danger.
But when a comrade dies in the line of duty, they are often ill-prepared for
the grief that hardens into survivor guilt.
You’d think that these are people who will mourn the
deaths of their colleagues and move on. Danger and death are part of the job
description. They take some comfort in grieving rituals. We see the impressive parades,
dress uniforms, bagpipes, black and purple bunting. But those rituals are
public, and are over within days.
What we don’t see – and don’t think about – is the
guilt they carry, the feeling they can’t shake that they could somehow have
prevented their friend’s death. They may even believe they should’ve died
instead of their friend.
What a terrible way to live: so terrible that
suicide may feel like their best option.
Survivor guilt is not limited to these specific
professions. People who survived natural disasters, or terrorist attacks, car
accidents or the early days of the AIDS epidemic can also feel crushing guilt
for having survived.
“Why
am I alive, instead of them?”
Next week we’ll look at some attempts to answer that
question.
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