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Gloria
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Same thing with my family. I will say that I don't think half the people in the world who are suffering from PTSD would be here if we had warm supportive families. My name as a child was "lousy scum". I didn't use that as my name on this site because I don't feel that way about myself. Strangely I was just thinking this morning how I am the only one that got a bachelors much less a master's degree in my family and they despise me. My oldest son has a B.S. and my youngest is getting his advanced degree now in special education. You sound so much like me. Before my sister died, she inherited about $200,000 which she blew through in two years. She ended up losing our family house. I don't how she managed to lose it because it had a low mortgage and it was a two flat so the renter paid the mortgage but she did. She was a mess. I spent thousands of dollars on her but she got me very sick. She didn't tell me the truth. When we found her body in her apartment, there were 35 cats and garbage up to the ceiling. The city had to come in to create a path to her body. That's when I really realized what type of illness my family has. My half-brothers and half-sister either refused to come to her services or said desparaging remarks at her service. I don't have any contact with them.
All I can say is that you can't help anyone else until you are healthy so my advice is stay as far as possible from your dysfunctional family. It's hard at first but it gets easier and I hardly even thought of them at Christmas this past year. To me they are dead. Actually, I know this might sound evil but my half-brothers were more than 30 years older than me and I am really hoping they kicked off. So occasionally I search the obituaries in the Chicago paper to check but the only reason that I don't do it is because I'm afraid that I would be disappointed that they are still alive.
All of this crap can be left far behind someday I hope.
Lots of hugs, lots of love,
Gloria
All I can say is that you can't help anyone else until you are healthy so my advice is stay as far as possible from your dysfunctional family. It's hard at first but it gets easier and I hardly even thought of them at Christmas this past year. To me they are dead. Actually, I know this might sound evil but my half-brothers were more than 30 years older than me and I am really hoping they kicked off. So occasionally I search the obituaries in the Chicago paper to check but the only reason that I don't do it is because I'm afraid that I would be disappointed that they are still alive.
All of this crap can be left far behind someday I hope.
Lots of hugs, lots of love,
Gloria