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Halloween and the lessons of Mr. Rogers

bill-with-pumpkinAh, yes.  Halloween has again officially escorted the holiday season into our lives for another year of stress and unrealistic expectations.

I know.  I know.  Many of you are happily dusting the cobwebs from those big lidded orange troughs with the tape across the sides and top that proclaims Thanksgiving Decorations.   Some of you are, even now, eyeing those other, those red and green coffin-sized containers, and dreaming of ten-foot plastic trees and tiny handprints in plaster-of-Paris, and the heady scent of fake fir and burnt sugar.

I’m happy for you.  I am.  Hell, I used to be you.

But, let’s look at how this season appears to someone with PTSD, someone who’s been in combat, someone whose concept of what people are capable of is perhaps somewhat different than that of those sipping pumpkin latte and dusting the pilgrim centerpiece. 

Let’s start by looking at Halloween through the eyes of one of these warriors.

As you know, my twenty-five years of experience with PTSD is with a veteran of Vietnam.  Jack’s war was a little different from the one the guys returning to families from Iraq or Afghanistan have lived through.  But the psychological residue left by Jack’s war bears a striking similarity to the emotional sludge this new group of warriors is wading through.

If you’re married to a combat veteran, be he young or old, chances are your soldier or Marine understands, on a molecular level, the danger, the extreme danger, of slow-moving vehicles filled with people in clothes that allow for the secreting of enough explosive to take out his entire unit?  Now, explain to that same warrior how you’re going to dress his children in costumes and take them out on the street, weave them in and out of a virtual traffic jam of SUV’s filled to overflowing with people in masks and flowing robes and capes.  Try to make this man who honed his instincts for survival in a world where people did their best to kill him and his fellow Marines or soldiers, do your best to help him understand the fun of watching his children knock on the doors of strangers.  Strangers who may well answer the knock in the guise of witches or demons or ghosts in long flowing robes.

And, for those philosophers and spiritual souls among us, let us not forget that the Halloween began life as a religious holiday–a day to remember the dead.  Do not think for one moment that isn’t exactly what your warrior is doing as you’re smiling at your little superhero holding out his plastic pumpkin and begging candy.

Honestly?  I can’t think of a more stressful environment for a person with war trauma than Halloween.

If you’re married to one of these warriors, please remember, these instincts for survival that, right this minute, are making you despair of ever enjoying another holiday?  These are the instincts, honed by combat, that returned him to you and to your children.  Especially if he is going back into war, but even if he’s out of the military, he cannot simply switch-off the emotional tools that kept him alive in war.

Twenty-five years of marriage to Jack has taught me to find the true joy in Halloween and Thanksgiving and Christmas.  Oh, I’m not going to lie and say I always remember this meaning or that I don’t sigh heavily and wish that once, just once, we could have a normal holiday season. But deep down, we all know the meaning of the holidays isn’t shopping for the perfect gift, or watching the eyes of children light up when they see the golden brown turkey, or even the midnight church service itself. 

The real message of the holidays is to love one another. Just that, no more.  And to love, we’re forced, again and again, to accept one another.  We’re forced to see past all those false expectations and look into the heart of another and, to paraphrase the late Mr. Rogers, to say simply, “I love you.  Just the way you are.”    

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5 thoughts on “Halloween and the lessons of Mr. Rogers

  1. A powerful message, Pam. The trappings of the holidays are just that – things. It is the message that is important, and your last line says it all. Love is what life is all about. Great post!

  2. Living in a rural area with no children, I hadn’t been out in the trick-or-treating world for over 15 years – until last night. My office is in a residential area and I was amazed to see throngs of people passing though for over 3 hours. Reading your post made me see the lawns-turned-cemeteries, the “doctor” in blood-spattered scrubs, and the zombie-driven hearse from a different perspective – one that a vet wouldn’t be eager to view. Another good reminder that we never know what others are dealing with – thanks, Pamela.

  3. Once again you reached inside me and grabbed my heart. To love, be loved, remember being loved is the best gift any of us have. Thank you, Pam for reminding us once again to understand others and love them. Unless, of course, they are trying to shoot us, which is an underlying message that makes the heart tremble. Love you and Jack

  4. I never really thought of Halloween that way either. I just mostly discourage kids coming to my door b/c of the dogs, so the lights stay off and I won’t answer the door. As for the rest of the holidays, I just want peace and quiet and to be with my love. He’s given me so much already…I don’t need anymore ‘stuff’.

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