Growing up I was one of nine siblings. My father was an amiable intellectual who was away a lot and, when home, would get the younger children through bathtime, stories and bed with minimal fuss.
My mother was wholly unsuited to parenting. She employed a sergeant major style of parenting and disciplined by shouting, hitting and throwing things. She belittled us to our faces and each other and we all teased each other by repeating her putdowns to each other. We were actively encouraged to bully and sneer at each other and, as we got older, we were discouraged from any positive contact with each other.
With the exception of one sibling who my mother adored. She was a very high achiever and generally able to satisfy my mother's wishes for a perfect child.
As we grew up and left home, our contact with each other tapered off as to stay in touch meant incurring our mother's wrath. If we did stay in touch with each other, we were punished with silent treatment or orders to "leave the family".
If we visited our parents, we had to do so one at a time so we couldn't talk to each other because that, in her view, was betrayal.
Fast forward 20 years and we are all living separately with very little contact. The only time we have met up was for our father's funeral.
Now the golden sister is sick, she has a terminal illness and very little time left.
Her situation, as I understand it, is that she is receiving pain relief only and will continue living at her home until it is time to go to a hospice. She states she has she has support from friends and is "in a good space" with it all.
My wish is to support her in any way that she is open to and thus far have written, phoned, and asked to visit/invited her to visit.
She has not responded and I respect this. I want her to know I am here for her but more than that, that I respect how she wants to manage her situation.
My problem is that it feels very sad and I am unsure what to do. In truth I have a lot of anger about her refusal to let me into her life but I do accept that is my problem, not hers. I think I am still very sad about the horrible way we were raised and the sadness keeps coming up. And there are 8 siblings to go! How can I deal with this?
How do other people raised in crazy families manage death and dying?
Thank you for reading this.