Hurting for My Sister
Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2018 5:17 pm
Hey,
I know this isn't exactly what ya'll do, but I'm not sure who else to talk to.
My younger sister, at 15 years old, got put into a mental facility around last month--maybe two months ago. She has been feeling suicidal for a very, very long time, often crying herself to sleep at night and shutting everyone else around her out, refusing to talk about her feelings. My parents felt guilty about this--after I tried to convince them not to, but of course that didn't work--and after they discovered that she had cut herself in the face, they hospitalized her in a "crisis care center", meaning she'd only be in there a week.
For that week, she was diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder. My mom and dad didn't sleep, worried for her, and I cried that entire week. My boyfriend told me to be strong, so I didn't cry in front of my parents: I don't know if they know that I cried. Why would my sister hate herself so much? Why does she shut everyone out? Why is she hurting? These questions hurt everyone she loves.
When she left, she called and told me she was doing a lot better. Being able to make her laugh, I felt a lot better. I stopped crying. After being isolated as a home school student, she would go to public school, to make friends. She left, oh, on a Friday.
On Sunday, she and my parents were having a fight. Monday morning, my dad told me that my little sister had told him and my mom that she didn't love them, and that she never has. My dad was hurt, but knew that this was just the depression talking, that it wasn't really her. My mother was deeply wounded. I try to call and tell her that I love her, that she's a good mom, and that my sister has an illness--that she really does love her. My mom does not seem to believe me, only feeling grateful when I tell her she's a good mom and that I love her. It hurts that she'd be grateful at that. It hurts that a sentence I had taken for granted--I love you--she'd be so grateful for.
In the meantime, my sister, no longer actively suicidal, wants to move out. She wants to get away from my parents and from school. She wants to see older men, despite everyone's advice to the contrary. Luckily, the man she was trying to get close to fell away from her, knowing that he would get into trouble. She gets into more fights with my dad, saying she doesn't care about him. I call, and she tells me she's so glad that I listen to her, because mom and dad are really not helping her at all. It's not what I wanted to hear. How could she not know how hard mom and dad are trying--how much they love her and are trying their absolute best? Granted, I'm not sure how much I loved my mom and dad either as a child, but growing up, I realized how hard they tried, and I see how much pain they're in, and it hurts.
Last week, she cut herself at school. So my parents drive out of the way, to take her to a small children's home where other people, perhaps more suitable than them, can take care of her. They, in many ways, have acknowledged that they may not be the best for her right now. Right now, I know my mom is doing the necessary paperwork, and took her yesterday to get her vaccines.
She asked the vaccine guy if he'd have sex with her. Being decent, he told my parents about this.
To be honest, I'm not that mad. At least she's looking forward to life enough to want to experience sex. That's a good thing.
I don't know how to feel right now. I live two hours away from my family, going to college, and I'm out of the loop with so much of what's going on. I hope she gets better care. I hope she answers my calls sometimes while she's there. I hope my mom doesn't drive herself crazy and depressed. My mom, by the way, was also diagnosed as Depressed, and had her thyroid taken out because of cancer, so she's prone to distress, moodiness, and a whole host of emotional issues already--and I know that my sister has now dominated her life. I love my mom, and it hurts to know she hurts so bad. I love my sister, and it hurts to know she hurts.
I don't know what to do. Everyone tells me to just be there for my sister, but she doesn't answer my calls, and acts like I'm a nuisance--like I'm an irritating feminist. I just want her to grow old enough to enjoy being loved, whatever that means for her. I just don't want her to die. I don't know if I'm looking for advice or I'm just trying to get this off my chest. My boyfriend has been thoroughly supportive through all this, and has held me through all the tears. Maybe it's especially hard because I'm so open emotionally, and I feel that I can't burden my parents more by letting them know that it pains me, too. I don't know.
Whatever your responses are, thank you, anyone, for at least reading.
I know this isn't exactly what ya'll do, but I'm not sure who else to talk to.
My younger sister, at 15 years old, got put into a mental facility around last month--maybe two months ago. She has been feeling suicidal for a very, very long time, often crying herself to sleep at night and shutting everyone else around her out, refusing to talk about her feelings. My parents felt guilty about this--after I tried to convince them not to, but of course that didn't work--and after they discovered that she had cut herself in the face, they hospitalized her in a "crisis care center", meaning she'd only be in there a week.
For that week, she was diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder. My mom and dad didn't sleep, worried for her, and I cried that entire week. My boyfriend told me to be strong, so I didn't cry in front of my parents: I don't know if they know that I cried. Why would my sister hate herself so much? Why does she shut everyone out? Why is she hurting? These questions hurt everyone she loves.
When she left, she called and told me she was doing a lot better. Being able to make her laugh, I felt a lot better. I stopped crying. After being isolated as a home school student, she would go to public school, to make friends. She left, oh, on a Friday.
On Sunday, she and my parents were having a fight. Monday morning, my dad told me that my little sister had told him and my mom that she didn't love them, and that she never has. My dad was hurt, but knew that this was just the depression talking, that it wasn't really her. My mother was deeply wounded. I try to call and tell her that I love her, that she's a good mom, and that my sister has an illness--that she really does love her. My mom does not seem to believe me, only feeling grateful when I tell her she's a good mom and that I love her. It hurts that she'd be grateful at that. It hurts that a sentence I had taken for granted--I love you--she'd be so grateful for.
In the meantime, my sister, no longer actively suicidal, wants to move out. She wants to get away from my parents and from school. She wants to see older men, despite everyone's advice to the contrary. Luckily, the man she was trying to get close to fell away from her, knowing that he would get into trouble. She gets into more fights with my dad, saying she doesn't care about him. I call, and she tells me she's so glad that I listen to her, because mom and dad are really not helping her at all. It's not what I wanted to hear. How could she not know how hard mom and dad are trying--how much they love her and are trying their absolute best? Granted, I'm not sure how much I loved my mom and dad either as a child, but growing up, I realized how hard they tried, and I see how much pain they're in, and it hurts.
Last week, she cut herself at school. So my parents drive out of the way, to take her to a small children's home where other people, perhaps more suitable than them, can take care of her. They, in many ways, have acknowledged that they may not be the best for her right now. Right now, I know my mom is doing the necessary paperwork, and took her yesterday to get her vaccines.
She asked the vaccine guy if he'd have sex with her. Being decent, he told my parents about this.
To be honest, I'm not that mad. At least she's looking forward to life enough to want to experience sex. That's a good thing.
I don't know how to feel right now. I live two hours away from my family, going to college, and I'm out of the loop with so much of what's going on. I hope she gets better care. I hope she answers my calls sometimes while she's there. I hope my mom doesn't drive herself crazy and depressed. My mom, by the way, was also diagnosed as Depressed, and had her thyroid taken out because of cancer, so she's prone to distress, moodiness, and a whole host of emotional issues already--and I know that my sister has now dominated her life. I love my mom, and it hurts to know she hurts so bad. I love my sister, and it hurts to know she hurts.
I don't know what to do. Everyone tells me to just be there for my sister, but she doesn't answer my calls, and acts like I'm a nuisance--like I'm an irritating feminist. I just want her to grow old enough to enjoy being loved, whatever that means for her. I just don't want her to die. I don't know if I'm looking for advice or I'm just trying to get this off my chest. My boyfriend has been thoroughly supportive through all this, and has held me through all the tears. Maybe it's especially hard because I'm so open emotionally, and I feel that I can't burden my parents more by letting them know that it pains me, too. I don't know.
Whatever your responses are, thank you, anyone, for at least reading.