Sibling

Hard day. Talking to my niece this week, we were talking about my other niece,she is now my sister. My parents adopted her. She always called them "mom and dad" , because they raised her. My brother's partner gave her away to them, my brother was struggling with addiction. So ...
After the epic fail as parents of my brother they raised this perfect kid. Champion in whatever sport, successful student and she even has her own business at the age of 17. Because my father developed Alzheimer's,she is also assisting with bank issues. (Despite the fact that there is also another sister leaving there, she is on her 60s).
We are all incompetent, except for the golden kid!
What fucks my mind is that she had opportunities I didn't have. Like her, I am adopted. I wet my bed all my life, struggled with school (I was diagnosed with ADD as an adult) but finisheUnivetsity, and got the fuck away from him, going another country!
She had psychological follow up since young age.... If I only had that.... They had money, hey have money! Why the fuck she didn't priorized everything but us, 6 kids! Why my cousins were seen as better than us? Why get out of her way, adopt me like taking a sick puppy home, then getting bored and leave me, leave us, to the care of the maid?
I know... Venting and venting. I'm so upset after the conversation, that's why I'm far away. I'm not visiting soon anymore.
I'm done with them. #adopted #Depression #ADHD #Sibling #bedwetting #Enuresis

I always end up just trying to explain the situation or myself, and I feel like she always takes offense to it, or that I’m judging her when it’s not true. It’s so tiring and every time I end up sighing out of frustration because of the same thing, she feels like I’m judging her, when really I’m just so sick of these little things that make us agitated whenever I try to explain something.

It clearly doesn’t help that she has two kids who are more blunt and rude and it can stress her out, which also stresses me out a lot because I hate their bickering, especially hearing it often.

I really want to just move out of here already so that we all can just move on with our lives.

#Sibling #tired #Judgement

My sibling has psychosis, either schizophrenia or schizoaffective disorder. Watching them struggle is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Does anyone else have a sibling with psychosis? #Psychosis #Schizophrenia #SchizoaffectiveDisorder #Sibling

I feel like my sister made me feel like i'm the bad guy and like i'm crazy.I felt so guilty and sad because i tought i'm crazy,selfish and evil even she called me stupid and i tried to tell her i don't want to be called stupid(because i know i'm stupid and i don't want a reminder).And she asked me "What do you have?!" Like i'm crazy and i'm abusive.

I, like many children in the Midwestern-United States, grew up in a large family. Four-boys and 1-girl with me being the youngest. With the average age difference between siblings being four years, each sibling had the benefit of their closest elder to help guide them through rough times. Well, except one. Me.

Yes, I received the latest I-pod and many things that the others weren’t able to get, but what I never received was that important feeling of family. As the youngest, I was the least interesting at the dinner table every night. How do you compare the accomplishment of learning to count to One-Hundred to making the game winning play? The answer is: you don’t. Rather, you spend as much of your time eating and scarfing down dinner so you can go play and find some form of happiness.

I was only 14-years old when my closest sibling left for boot camp and left me at home with both my parents. My parents often referred to this period as “My Time”. The time where I got to feel important, and special. My parents often found themselves confused and perplexed by the sight of my overwhelming unhappiness.

My level of physcial ,and emotional isolation from the family became apparent along with my depression. As I grew older, I became more self-aware of my depression and often attempted to seak guidance from a sibling or parent. When the topic of depression or unhappiness came up I was met with the question of “How are you depressed, you have everything you want.”. I was often referred to as spoiled due to the fact that I got what I wanted. I never did. Not when I really wanted it. Not when it really mattered.

I wanted a family, or atleast to feel like I belonged to one. I wanted the praise and love of my siblings, and parents. I worked incredibly hard on my grades and even joined multiple sports teams like my siblings in hopes to emulate their accomplishments in order to emulate the love they received. It never worked. Often running myseld ragged, and obsessing over my achievements until one day I cracked.
I attempted to take my own life when I was sixteen. The feeling of depression gripped its talons into me and carried me away. It carried me so far that I almost reached the end of my life. Whether unfortunately, or fortunately, my parents saved me.

Therapists, psychiatrists, even my own family could not make me talk. How do you explain to a family member this situation? Again, you don’t. I didn’t at least.

My mother passed when I was a senior in High School and my father appears to be on his last leg. I don’t know if after he passes there will be much of a family to speak of. I’m scared that the window to the one thing I always wanted is closing, and I am unsure of what to do. If anyone has any thoughts or suggestions. They would be welcomed and appreciated.

Thank you for reading

I have several disabilities, the main ones being Cerebral Palsy, and short-term memory loss. I had a lot of appointments as a child, which meant that my older sister spent a lot of time looking after our younger sister.

I once came across a letter outlining my sister’s career goals. In it she said she was interested in working with children with disabilities and that she had “a lot of experience” caring for her disabled sister. This is stretching the truth to the absolute limit! 😂.

I’m fine with her using my disability for her career. I’m just curious what other #Disabled people would do in this situation

My sister is an RN who worked in a mental health setting for a couple of years. She has always tried to be supportive, but she's a big proponent of pick yourself up by the bootstraps kind of person. When I had a breakdown several years ago that caused a stutter, she kept trying to blame it on my medication even though my psychiatrist, therapist, and PC all said it was not. So fast forward to this summer, when my nephew told me that she was telling her girls that I was faking that stuttering as a ploy for attention. Then this past week he told me that she talks to her oldest daughter and son about how I am also faking my mental and physical illnesses for attention, that I'm just hurting because I need to lose weight. Now I was already feeling unwelcome in her new house because she pretty much ignored me and called me the day before because she had bought new furniture and I was too heavy to sit in it. I don't think this would hurt so bad except that I was there for her whenever she needed me. I was there when she went to school, as she was pregnant 5 times over 4 relationships, when she needed someone to watch her kids while her husband slept on the couch. I spent years babysitting her kids, helping her to get through school as she worked toward her master's degree, and when I've needed her the most, she not been there. I feel so betrayed, so invalidated, and rejected by someone I've always been there for and will continue to be. I guess it's not really that surprising though, as she also denied me through most of our school years. #shed #rejected #Depression #Anxiety #Sibling #mentalillnes #Nosupport

lately I have been thinking about my relationship with my sisters. They have been in a feud before I even come live with them (I lived with my mom for 6 years prior) and once I came emotional and verbal abuse, gas lighting, and manipulation has been hitting me from many sides. But mainly from them. each one trying to make me hate the other. I wasn't even allowed to have a favorite color, style, interests, or anything that I personally likes because it was similar to one of them or one of them did not approve of it. I was attacked and shamed and scolded for struggling with #Bulimia I was locked in a room because my crying was too noisy. and when I say with each of them separately and talked again and again at separate times about what happened and if we can resolve it, both of them never acknowledged that they hurt me and blamed me for all the abuse. I am planning to disconnect with them, only say hi and how are you, and not let them into my life when I get out of the house. does any one have any thoughts? any experience? Is this the right choice? #Abuse #Trauma #Depression #EatingDisorder #Sister #Sibling #manipulation

I have a mentally I’ll sibling that has it worse then I do. But my anxiety makes the situation way more amplified. I feel like I need to protect me and my mother. While simultaneously go hide with my father. I feel out of control and lost. Angry and heart broken. And violent. I have never felt so violent towards a person. I hurt for my sister. And am so angry with her all at once. Nothing I do can relive her of her mental anguish. And as an older sister. That’s all I want. #Anxiety #Sibling