I grew up in a family with a long, sad history of depression, bi-polar disorder, narcissistic personality disorder, alcoholism and physical and emotional abuse. Until individuals are willing to acknowledge that a problem exists and are willing to take responsiblity for their actions, the cycle just continues.
In my family, I’m sorry to say, the poisonous torch has been passed to the next generation.
There is a well-known line in the well-known film It’s A Wonderful Life: Every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings. This card goes out to my fellow PTSD angels.
There was a time when I didn’t know what to do with Bob even though he followed me everywhere. After many years of hard work I’ve come to respect him and have (pretty much) accepted that we’re both in it for the long haul.
My siblings can’t stand Bob and pretend that he doesn’t exist. These days we’ll go a long way out of our way to avoid them.