Since being forced to make a choice and being kicked out of home 10 years ago, the relationship with my sister has been difficult. I raised her from the age of twelve- she was eight, I cared for her during our nine month abduction in a strange country thousands of miles away from anywhere or anyone and protected her from the abuse that I then experienced when we returned home. Sometimes I now wish I'd let her experience some of the brunt of it so she might be able to see from my perspective.
So since leaving home it's been almost impossible to have contact with her as it maintains a link between myself and my abusers who I am still fearful of. She is still living at home. I have felt her slip away from me and now I have watched her become someone angry and twisted. However I still grieve for the loss of her as I feel lilke a parent to her. It seems it's always me that makes the contact and then I'm devastated for days afterward as she now seems so distant and I can't tell her how I really feel as she wouldn't understand. I've put myself through torture needlessly, but the yearning for contact with her has remained.
A couple of months ago she text me to say she'd passed her nursing exams and to look her results up online. I did this and couldn't find her.... then I did. I sat at the laptop with my boyfriend and read a old familiar name, the name of my father. I couldn't understand why she was using a name that we had not used for nearly twenty years. It bothered and distressed me for a week and then I went online again. I searched births, deaths and marriages and there it was... my parents had remarried 5 years ago and were both living with my sister.
I was truly devastated to know that two abusers could aknowledge what each had done but say "it's alright" and that my sister has known this for five years and not thought to mention it to me.
It's my sisters birthday today. A day that I found hellish last year. I decided after finding out how she had betrayed me that I would no longer have contact with her. It is too much for me and now. I feel let down by the last person there was. I reaffirmed my decision a couple of weeks ago that I would not send her anything or make contact today, and I haven't. I've thought about her, but that's it. I'm still in too much pain to write to her and explain my decision, but I hope one day I will be able to do this for her as much as me.
I'm trying to keep myself busy today. but having had such an awful past few days with my PTSD symptoms, it's all I can do to fight off the sadness and self destructive thoughts I have. I just wanted to share it with any of you who may have had to do similar things to cope. I would also add that my abuse and early experiences aren't the thing that triggered my PTSD, but the more I learn the more I think I could possibly have CPTSD, but that's for another day.
Thanks for reading this
Nicky
So since leaving home it's been almost impossible to have contact with her as it maintains a link between myself and my abusers who I am still fearful of. She is still living at home. I have felt her slip away from me and now I have watched her become someone angry and twisted. However I still grieve for the loss of her as I feel lilke a parent to her. It seems it's always me that makes the contact and then I'm devastated for days afterward as she now seems so distant and I can't tell her how I really feel as she wouldn't understand. I've put myself through torture needlessly, but the yearning for contact with her has remained.
A couple of months ago she text me to say she'd passed her nursing exams and to look her results up online. I did this and couldn't find her.... then I did. I sat at the laptop with my boyfriend and read a old familiar name, the name of my father. I couldn't understand why she was using a name that we had not used for nearly twenty years. It bothered and distressed me for a week and then I went online again. I searched births, deaths and marriages and there it was... my parents had remarried 5 years ago and were both living with my sister.
I was truly devastated to know that two abusers could aknowledge what each had done but say "it's alright" and that my sister has known this for five years and not thought to mention it to me.
It's my sisters birthday today. A day that I found hellish last year. I decided after finding out how she had betrayed me that I would no longer have contact with her. It is too much for me and now. I feel let down by the last person there was. I reaffirmed my decision a couple of weeks ago that I would not send her anything or make contact today, and I haven't. I've thought about her, but that's it. I'm still in too much pain to write to her and explain my decision, but I hope one day I will be able to do this for her as much as me.
I'm trying to keep myself busy today. but having had such an awful past few days with my PTSD symptoms, it's all I can do to fight off the sadness and self destructive thoughts I have. I just wanted to share it with any of you who may have had to do similar things to cope. I would also add that my abuse and early experiences aren't the thing that triggered my PTSD, but the more I learn the more I think I could possibly have CPTSD, but that's for another day.
Thanks for reading this
Nicky