Post by Sibling Support on Oct 17, 2012 18:44:09 GMT -5
RE POST FROM SIBLING*
Type or paste your story here : Since the day I was born, my sister has been a drug addict. She's always been in and out of my life. She has instilled some deep-rooted anxieties in me, fears of abandonment, and left me with a fraction of a sense of self. When I was a teenager, she admitted to me that she's been addicted to many drugs including meth, which she told me she got over. During my senior year of high school I thought I was experiencing the worst that her addictions had to offer. I remember walking into her apartment bedroom and seeing her on her bed searching frantically for any bit of cocaine she could find. When I asked her about this brillo pad like thing next to her bed, she told me that it helps certain things to burn easier. I was in shock, she was on crack. Her daughter went to live with my parents and me. I remember trying to calm my niece down because she was so attached to her mom and felt so lost, alone and abandoned, like I always have. Then one day my niece's teacher called my mom up crying: my sister had come and taken my niece. I didn't talk to my sister for half a year after that. Flash forward a few years, my hopes that she had gotten better quickly dissipated when I came back from studying abroad to find her trying to weasel her way back into my parents home all the while becoming a foster parent. I asked my mom when she was going to make my sister leave and in turn, I got kicked out and had to move out on my own. It's been over a year now since I last talked to my sister. That hurts every time I think about it. Now my parents veil has been yanked off their heads. My sister was arrested this past weekend for shoplifting with her 12-year-old daughter. She already had charges for felony shoplifting, burglary, grand theft auto, and extreme child neglect/endangerment. When my parents picked up my niece from the police she was cursing up a storm and had her dad come pick her up. When she was with her dad that night, he brought her to the E.R. because she was shaking and shivering. Turns out my 12-year-old niece was going through heroin withdrawl. My sister has gotten so bad that she got her 12-year-old daughter addicted to heroin and is teaching her to be a career criminal. Thankfully she has lost custody, but I'm here left alone with all of these thoughts in my head and the worst kind of heartache I have ever felt. It's hard to fall asleep and stay asleep, I'm stressed and depressed, my head hurts, my belly hurts. And worst of all I'm wishing that my sister would die. Things are going to get better I know, it just takes time. But right now, it sure hurts like hell.
Type or paste your story here : Since the day I was born, my sister has been a drug addict. She's always been in and out of my life. She has instilled some deep-rooted anxieties in me, fears of abandonment, and left me with a fraction of a sense of self. When I was a teenager, she admitted to me that she's been addicted to many drugs including meth, which she told me she got over. During my senior year of high school I thought I was experiencing the worst that her addictions had to offer. I remember walking into her apartment bedroom and seeing her on her bed searching frantically for any bit of cocaine she could find. When I asked her about this brillo pad like thing next to her bed, she told me that it helps certain things to burn easier. I was in shock, she was on crack. Her daughter went to live with my parents and me. I remember trying to calm my niece down because she was so attached to her mom and felt so lost, alone and abandoned, like I always have. Then one day my niece's teacher called my mom up crying: my sister had come and taken my niece. I didn't talk to my sister for half a year after that. Flash forward a few years, my hopes that she had gotten better quickly dissipated when I came back from studying abroad to find her trying to weasel her way back into my parents home all the while becoming a foster parent. I asked my mom when she was going to make my sister leave and in turn, I got kicked out and had to move out on my own. It's been over a year now since I last talked to my sister. That hurts every time I think about it. Now my parents veil has been yanked off their heads. My sister was arrested this past weekend for shoplifting with her 12-year-old daughter. She already had charges for felony shoplifting, burglary, grand theft auto, and extreme child neglect/endangerment. When my parents picked up my niece from the police she was cursing up a storm and had her dad come pick her up. When she was with her dad that night, he brought her to the E.R. because she was shaking and shivering. Turns out my 12-year-old niece was going through heroin withdrawl. My sister has gotten so bad that she got her 12-year-old daughter addicted to heroin and is teaching her to be a career criminal. Thankfully she has lost custody, but I'm here left alone with all of these thoughts in my head and the worst kind of heartache I have ever felt. It's hard to fall asleep and stay asleep, I'm stressed and depressed, my head hurts, my belly hurts. And worst of all I'm wishing that my sister would die. Things are going to get better I know, it just takes time. But right now, it sure hurts like hell.