I had a brother and two sisters once, when my Mom was married to her fourth husband, who was also my adopted father. They married when I was 10 and stayed married for 12 years. I was the oldest, and shared a bunkbed with my two sisters in our tiny 9’x9’ bedroom. They were over all the time during the summer and on weekends and breaks during the school year. As an only child who had never had siblings I took my responsibility to them pretty seriously. I tried to be a good role model, to spend time with them and help them make sense of boys and other things that girls go through. They really did look up to me.
Their father - my adopted father - sexually abused me for most of that time. I didn’t tell anyone about it until I left home at seventeen years old and legally emancipated. I told a therapist, and the therapist called social services, and they investigated my step-siblings for evidence of abuse. From what I heard at the time, it was pretty invasive and traumatizing for them. Naturally their mother thought I was just some rebellious brat trying to stir shit up, and I was forbidden to ever see my brother and sisters again.
That was eleven years ago. Since my parents’ divorce I have had nothing to do with the man who abused me. I don’t hate him, I just want nothing to do with him. His actions left me with severe PTSD for a long time before I treated it properly, but I still bear some scars from that experience. I have long accepted that my siblings are out of my life forever, and I let go.
Yesterday morning my youngest sister asked to befriend me on Facebook. She is 19 years old now and has at least one child. She must have searched for my name to find me. I added her without hesitating. Even after all these years it was like, ‘‘Oh, that’s my little sister.’’ I happen to know she has been going through some terrible things herself lately, and that her relationship with her father is very strained.
I’m not even sure how I feel or what this means. I don’t know what she wants out of the relationship - whether she wants to address what happened in the past, since there was zero closure for either of us - or whether she just wants to be casual acquaintances on Facebook. We haven’t interacted much yet other than to like one another’s posts. Because I’m older, a part of me feels the responsibility to reach out to her, but there is no way for me to explain my side of things without opening a huge can of worms regarding her father. It’s one thing to think your Dad is an asshole and another thing to think he’s a child molester. I feel like it would almost be selfish of me to put her in the position of having to hear that.
But I love her. I love all of them. I don’t even know them anymore but I love them. And I’m really just not sure where to go from here.
I don’t think I’m asking advice, though I won’t be horribly offended if someone wants to take a stab at it. I’m not devastated about this, but I am kind of thrown. And I recognize that all of this may bring back a lot of bad experiences that I have worked hard to overcome. I’m just trying to work through my feelings right now.
Thanks for listening,
Christy