Many years ago I had a bit of a mental breakdown. Seemingly out of nowhere.
I never spoke much about my childhood at home. The times at friends houses and such I remembered in great clarity. But home. My wife used to comment that I never spoke much about it.
My breakdown involved a flood of childhood horror memories of being whipped bloody and all sorts of things by my dad. I spoke to my younger sister about them and it unlocked a cascade of memories from us both. Went to counseling and was told the blocking of memories like that is a defense mechanism and quite common in kids who were abused from such a young age.
Instantly cut all contact with our dad, not that there was much. The wider family all knew and put pressure on to get back in contact. Simple fix. Cut contact with them too.
It took a few years to sink in. He would turn up randomly and was ignored. At a family funeral with someone I kept contact a cousin took it upon himself to politely suggest to our dad to stay away or he would be removed. Hes one who I certainly kept contact with (huge family)
Many years pass and the no contact was eventually upheld by him more out of defeat I think.
Me and my sister got a call a few years back on christmas from the hospital. Asking us to go in as next of kin. They took time establishing that as he'd removed us from his medical stuff.
He'd passed away. We were taken to his corpse still on the ward. He still had his untouched christmas dinner on the little table along with a cracker. Well what were we supposed to do. We pulled his cracker over his corpse and left to get back to our own christmas.
There was no funeral. No one really cared in the family. Turned out he'd leant most of them large sums of money and was putting the boot in for them to put pressure on me and my sister.
He'd screwed up a will so both of us inherited his estate.
To put into context what a despicable person he was. His neighbour of decades was a vicar. I knocked on her door to let her know. Her words were "I hadn't seen him for a few weeks and did start to wonder. I didnt want to knock on his door though incase he was still alive as then I'd have to talk to him"
She then offered us the use of her kitchen and toilet while we cleaned out the house as she thought that might be the better option for us.
If there is a reason for no contact. Stick with it. Do not bow or change. Just live as if they are nothing as one day thats exactly what they will be.