I understand and I know that they were focused elsewhere, but the trash bag was stuffed far under the bed with everything spilling out...

I reached for what I was and was, as I couldn't see, and my hand got covered in blood and other fluids.

They were here waiting on the medical examiner for over an hour, so they must have forgotten about it somehow.

That's good to know, thank you.

I had nightmares about this bag last night so I'll be glad when it's out of my life.

Thank you, I really appreciate it.

No, I agree. They did their best. I'm grateful for them. My main issue was that it was stuffed under the bed. I reached under it to see what it was and got covered in blood and fluids.

Thank you, yeah it hard. It was so sudden. Like we just went out to eat yesterday and we got his favorite meal, steak and potato.

My father had severed paranoid schizophrenia, so he was prone to breaking and losing all of my electrical devices. He kept thinking that the government was after him.

He escaped from my care last month and went missing, thinking that he was being chased. It was a state-wide search with a "silver alert" (it's like an amber alert for the old or disabled)

We found him in a coma about a week later about 100 miles from his house. He woke up rather quickly when they got him on his meds again, thankfully. So I moved him into my place 24/7

They released him into my care about two weeks ago, but I don't think his body could handle so much stress for so many years. They think him being afraid all the time just wore his heart down until his stopped today.

Caring for a family member is an incredibly hard, immersive, 24/7 experience (as you know) but then when they die suddenly and with no warning, emotionally it's like going from the fires of hell into a barren snowy tundra with ZERO transition: one second it's everything all the time, and then nothing at all.

If your entire world feels surreal right now, that's absolutely normal. And I totally understand how going through all that just to have your hand plunged into bodily fluids that are also death related would just be waaaaaay too fucking much for your brain to handle.

And it is, but only for now. You will adapt, and faster than you think.

But there's a way you can help the process. In the meantime, whenever that thought comes up (and it will, as you know) I'd like you to try a two part experiment.

The first part is to visually push it farther and farther away from you. Don't try to stop it or push it out altogether; that gives it more power. But what you CAN do is change it and make it more emotionally neutral. Right now you're remembering as though it is happening now, today, which is part of the pain, but you can change that part of it too. So when the visual comes up, as soon as you remember that it is a memory, visualize it farther away from yourself, as though you are watching yourself discover the bag from across the room. Don't try to stop it, just change the point from where you are looking at it in your mind's eye. You can also try framing it externally, as though you were watching it on a television screen, or from outside a window looking in. But whatever way works for you, place the visual away from yourself.

The second part is to match it at the same time with a thought that brings you some relief, like reminding yourself that he's not tormented anymore, or knowing that you honorably completed your filial duty, or knowing that your care allowed him to pass at home in his own bed instead of in an institution, or recognizing that it was your privilege to be the first one to care for his body when he passed and to have the honor of cleaning his last mess, for all the times you were a kid and he lovingly cleaned yours (if he did).

Obviously I'm just guessing here, but you get the idea. I'm throwing these ideas out because they are what would occur to me (I'm proud of you for all of them!) but they might not work for you. Either way, you get the gist. So you pick something that has meaning to YOU, something that elevates this memory from the place where the paramedics left it under the bed and allows your brain to incorporate it into the loving relationship you had with him. Pick such a thought now, so it's ready for you when you need it.

So the next time you remember this ugly scene, visually place it across the room, watching yourself discover the bag from a distance, and use that moment to also remember who you are to him, what you were to each other, and how that experience of finding the bag, though unpleasant, was also a deeply loving act on your part, a task that you discharged honorably and with dignity even though you didn't ask for it, and how it means that now you can both rest easy.

Do this every time you remember, for as long as the memory is upsetting. The power of it should fade rapidly, along with the deep unpleasantness of it.

Give it a shot, it should help. If you ever need to chat hit my DMs; I've been there. In the meantime I'm wishing you peace.

EDITED for clarity