My Heart Behind Bars: A Mother's Journey of Grief, Incarceration, Love and Forgiveness
By Lorri Britt
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Process the grief, shame, and loneliness of having a child in prison and move toward healing.
Hear this first: you didn't screw up.
Kids don't have to be bad, have bad parents, or live in bad homes to suffer mental health breakdowns, addiction, or incarceration. Everything can change instantly, and if it's happened to your family member, you know the emotional chaos and the feelings of losing control that threaten your survival.
Lorri Britt was caught in a cycle of guilt, shame, sadness, and loneliness, feeling judged and ostracized when her two boys ended up in prison. In My Heart Behind Bars, she bravely shares her true life story and the raw reactions she experienced before, during, and after they were incarcerated. Readers dealing with similar heartbreak will find help and comfort knowing they're not alone.
You'll discover
- What to know and how to prepare when visiting an adult child in prison.
- New and healthier coping skills to release emotions, like taking on creative activities.
- Common responses to a child returning home from prison, like parental protectiveness and worry.
- Emotional triggers to watch out for and where you can direct the intense feelings when they arise.
- How the pain of having a child in prison parallels the grief of a loved one's death—and why it's okay to grieve the loss of the child you knew while greeting the person they've become.
Your child's choices are not yours; you're on separate paths bound together by love. Read My Heart Behind Bars—an honest memoir and guide to processing the imprisonment of a child—and finding help to make sense of it logically and emotionally as you heal.
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My Heart Behind Bars - Lorri Britt
My heart, or pieces of it anyway—my sons—were behind bars. I was unable to see, touch, or talk to them on a regular basis. There were no final goodbyes because they were very much alive, though maybe not well. Their presence was missed daily, and it seemed there was no end to the grief cycle I was in. What I know to be true is that this can happen to anyone. A poor choice and some bad timing, and your heart is behind bars.
It Happens in an Instant
Everything changed that night, when a friend and her son showed up at my door at 2 a.m. explaining that Drake had called her son crying, asking for help. He’d given a street name for them to pick him up, and when they got to the location, the police had apprehended him and he was in the back of the police vehicle. He definitely was not waiting on the street corner as they had expected, and I had no idea what to do next.
Hearts Are Fragile
When my son was arrested, I found most people were unable to wrap their heads around the idea of grief associated with incarceration. They found it difficult to be supportive and often focused more on the crime and the criminal instead of the grief and the griever. It felt like there was more judgment and less compassion. That people were unable to comprehend the pain, the loss, and the heartbreak of things they never experienced or didn’t have the capacity to understand. I believe because of this, most people were unable to be supportive or show up in a way I needed. Honestly, most just did not show up at all.
If He Had Died
Had my son died, compassion, empathy, and care would’ve poured over me; but instead, my grief was dismissed. My heartbreak was just as real as any other loss, yet in society’s eyes, it was unacceptable because my son had committed a crime and was in prison.
It’s similar to the way society reacts if a drug addict dies of an overdose, expressing thoughts like, Well, they shouldn’t have been doing drugs.
When a drunk driver crashes and dies, somehow it is deserved, because they should’ve known better.
But the family of that addict or drunk driver is probably heartbroken, and yet they’re left to feel alone, in a place where shame is attached to their grief. And because of that, instead of just being able to grieve, they have to defend or deny their own feelings.
And yet no one ought to feel ashamed for loving someone, no matter what that person’s choices were…you have every right to cry. You have no need to be embarrassed or ashamed about loving your child, friend, mother, father, or partner— no matter how that grief is viewed by society.
No Compassion, No Grieving
There is much less compassion in the world than I thought—thankfully, I have a friend who understood grief better than I had ever hoped to; she knew that I would not be able to go through the whole process. Not just because of the restrictions placed by the prison walls, but also due to the lack of understand among my social circle and society. She unfortunately had experienced a loss deeper than I can imagine, she understood the process, she knew that closure was a part of it along with support. She knew that I would get stuck in the process.
She was right. I was not able to fully grieve; there was no closure, there was no end to my sense of loss from the time of the arrest to sentencing, to time served, or even in release.
How to Use This Book, or What This Book Is About
I don’t want to pull apart the people that didn’t show up, wallow in self-pity, or tear down the system (though it has its faults).
This book is to help someone else who may be struggling, lost, and alone in a sea of pain.
To share some very vulnerable times, incredible pain that will, I hope, help someone to understand so they are able to show up for someone in some capacity even if they don’t know what the person is going through.
To let you know that you are not alone, and it’s okay to feel sad. It’s okay to be angry at everyone and everything for a little bit because the sadness that has consumed your body is so deep that the only way out is anger. Anger is the easier emotion; it enables you to stay standing because it allows you to protect your heart, for if you gave into the sadness you would crumble. Anger is the only emotion you seem to find the ability to understand because anger gives you a false sense of control where the pain from your heartbreak is not fathomable.
It’s okay to feel everything you’re feeling, even if no one around you understands.
No matter how society perceives your situation or expects you to behave, these emotions are big, and they are real. It is 100 percent okay for you to feel all of your feelings, to be petty, to be angry, to be protective, to be disconnected, to isolate, to salvage what pieces of your heart are still in tack, and to do your best to move through the days, because, my friend, this is how we manage when we are trying to survive.
Most of all, it is good to go through the process, to learn to be kind to yourself, leave the self-judgment; there will be enough judgment going on already. And when you move through it, you get to the beautiful place where you have empathy and care even for those that were unable to give it to you.
Always do your best, even on those days when opening your eyes is painful because the thought of what’s missing sinks deep within your soul and the extra weight that has sat on your chest makes it harder to breathe, and you haven’t even moved yet.
Always show up for yourself, meaning lean into the pain, do not try to escape it. Learn about yourself and the emotions that are crippling you. Nurture yourself—you are the most important person, even if it doesn’t feel like it. You have to dig deep and do the work to take care of you and heal, because if you do not, you are unable to do so for the rest of your family, including your inmate.
One day you’re going to open your eyes and you’re going to be a better person than you were before this ache took possession of your heart and consumed your body. Because you know that you will always be able to connect with those in grief, even if the situation isn’t the same; you know that you can show up for people in a way most cannot, that with your ache you have managed to achieve a kindness, forgiveness, and unconditional care you didn’t know existed.
This book is about that loss, that experience, and navigating through the experience of it all to heal deep wounds and find closure, or something similar to it, in order to heal my heart. Because, in the blink of an eye, this can happen to anyone.
I know most people will say, Well, it won’t happen to me, not my kid, not in my life.
I totally understand that, and I’ve heard it from many. And you’re right, until it does—the shock that shakes your entire world. I never imagined that I would be writing this book with my children’s names as the characters I write about. For a moment when you’re reading, imagine your child in place of mine. It’s harder when it’s your own, it affects you differently. Maybe you will see some similar things, maybe you won’t. Maybe you see it in someone else’s child, in someone you love and care about. Maybe it helps you to have conversations you didn’t think about.
The impact of my sons going to jail affected me as a mom, friend, partner, employee, pretty much every aspect of my life. It shifted my entire world. It was like having a brandnew pair of prescription glasses—how I saw of the world prior to my sons going to jail is vastly different than the way I see it now. I pray that you never experience what I went through, that you are always able to view the world in a brighter light, but if you do, I hope that I was able to help by sharing my pain.
ONE
July 26 is an important day for me. My son Drake was born on this day in 1992, and on July 26, 2013, he was arrested. On his 21st birthday, his life changed significantly, and so did mine.
There have been more than a few moments in my life journey with my son where we have encountered some turbulence. Society from a young age had pegged him as difficult, challenging, nonconforming, defiant, a troublemaker, and more. My son has always had a strong will, a determined disposition, and one spitfire spirit. Like every parent, I had a pretty good picture of my child’s personality while he was growing up. Like the other parents, I could always see the good in my children—that said, I didn’t wear rose-coloured glasses all day, every day. I can call a spade a spade, even with my own children.
I knew early on in our journey of parent and child that we were going to have some lessons and power struggles, and I had some choices to make on parenting.
Those choices start when your child is young. Some are simple, and the goal is to tackle these things early on, so that as our children grow, they are able to make better choices. To make these decision or choices without your assistance or reassurance. You want your child to learn from natural consequences, preferably those not as traumatic as the result of what happened in my son’s life on July 26, 2013.
In any case, I believed firmly that my children should be encouraged to formulate and make their own decisions. I tried to let them make the right choices by giving them options or a way out of poor decisions.
Let’s say it’s winter, and my son was determined to wear shorts to school. So, I could sit and argue with him, or I could encourage him to pack a pair of sweatpants in his backpack.
Sure, the other parents might stare at you and talk about you being a shitty mom because your kid is wearing shorts in the middle of winter and there is snow on the ground. But really, who cares? Let them form their opinion. My son will get cold, realize his poor choice of shorts, and he will have a pair of pants to put on when he’s ready.
He learns the lesson on his own, and you move forward. This empowers him, and there’s less stress for you as you move along through life. I had a lot of those times with my son. Some were as easy as that, and some not so much.
School was just the beginning for us. There were times when he was very little and I had to drop him off for school, they would have to pull him off me.
He did not want to be there, and he did not want me to leave. It was heartbreaking. I had to go, I had to work, and it sucked. I would leave crying myself, although not in front of him—
I’d be strong and explain he had to go to school.
Yet despite how distraught we both were, I am sure the only message he got was, I am abandoning you because I have more important things to do.
So not the case, though at five or six years old, I am sure those thoughts went through his mind.
It was in these early years that teachers would talk to me about his behaviour. Some conversations I would value as truth, and some I disregarded. To me, it was then that his spirit really started to shine. I would get talks about how he was too outspoken, he wouldn’t listen, he was disruptive in class.
They tested him because they thought there must be something wrong with him because he was acting up. I didn’t see it that way. It was his personality they objected to. If you talked to him in a manner he didn’t like, he would call you on it—meaning he would talk back and would be direct about how you spoke to him. If he felt like you were being mean, he would tell you so; if you made him feel humiliated, he would act out. And if you continually nagged him, he would stop listening. If you couldn’t keep his mind engaged and active, he would grow bored and start finding things to amuse himself.
I didn’t need a label for him, although most of society did. I heard things like he was on the autism spectrum, he had ADHD, ADD, or something that could label his behaviour or could be corrected, and if not, at least justified. This was how they explained him to me. I may have taken more value in the things that they were saying if someone had given us some direction, action plan, or tools. If they had done more than put a label on a behaviour that they found difficult to deal with. If they would have suggestions on where to go, help to seek, things to do, things to read, places to get guidance, anything that would help me to help him, I may have put more into what they were saying. However, labels are all they had attached to him to justify why it was so difficult for them. A label didn’t solve anything; it was simply put on to justify others’ behaviours and actions toward the individual.
I am not saying that those things are not true, he may have one of those conditions; it was who he was, label or not. I am not going to deny my son did walk to the beat of his own drum, and still does to this day.
I really started to devalue what they were conditioning him as when he was left behind, forgotten at the school, when his class left on a field trip. He was six years old when he walked out of the washroom to join his class only to realize they had left. His reaction was to walk home rather than go to the principal or someone else at school. His feelings were hurt and he didn’t trust any of them, so he returned to the person he did trust: me.
I saw him out of the corner of my eye while I was driving down the road. He was on a back street, so I picked him up, asked what he was doing and why he wasn’t off skating with his class. I am a very protective mama bear, and I was not very happy when he said he was left behind.
The anger I had toward the teacher for her irresponsibility of leaving him behind was instant. For him to have little to no faith or trust in the adults at the school where he was left in a situation, he could walk off like that. So many things could have happened to him. He could have been hit by a car, taken by somebody, gotten lost in woods, not made it home, or made it home when I wasn’t there.
I don’t know how long he had been walking, but when I picked him up, it was getting close to the end of the school day. I thought how strange it was that no one who went on that field trip called the school to look for him or that the school hadn’t notified me that he was unaccounted for.
At any rate, we went to my workplace together. I called my babysitter to come get him from my work since he wouldn’t be at the school for her to pick up. It was only after I had Drake calm and taken care of that I called the school to find out what had happened.
His teacher and any other school officials didn’t have any idea Drake was missing until then. This