Thank you in advance for any advice on dealing with the emotional aspects of this situation. I’m not sure that Munchausen’s fits the bill here, but it’s my (un)educated guess:
My sister is driving me crazy. To be more precise, she’s driven me crazy for the last 28 years, but it’s really intensified in the last six months.
She (henceforth “Sister”) has an unspecified seizure disorder that, despite hundreds of thousands of dollars in medical tests, has never really been “diagnosed.” My theory (and my other siblings’) is that the seizures started as a disocciative behavior 22 years ago during my parents’ really awful divorce and ensuing horrible homelife and functioned as a means for Sister gaining attention in a chaotic household. Then, they became permanent. Amateur psychology, I know, but the seizures are quite mild and they never, ever happen when she’s driving, having fun, spending money, the center of attention, etc . . .
Since her marriage and motherhood turned out not to be joyous moment after joyous moment, Sister’s problems have vastly multiplied and she has been in and out of the hospital with everything from a broken toenail (literally), a cold, and for brain tests. One doctor thought they might do brain surgery and Sister became very, very excited (they’ve since rescinded that possibility, since they couldn’t find any evidence, and she spent a week in bed weeping.) Sister loves to go to the doctor, the ER, and to stay in the hospital. I would estimate that she goes to the ER 10-12 times per month – she staggers her visits to different hospitals and manages to accumulate amazing amounts of heavy-duty drugs through this method.
I try to be kind and understanding, but I’ve come to the point of avoiding answering my phone in the evening in case it is Sister. I “do my duty” and put in an hour on the weekends listening to her maladies.
Sister has tried therapy, but quits as soon as anything meaningful begins to happen. She and her husband are on the verge on losing everything they have due to an unspeakable amount of medical bills and her $1200+ bill per month for independent insurance and prescriptions. I think her blue-collar, hard-working husband would leave her if he could find a way to keep the house and their toddler.
So, I can’t fix any of this, but I am beginning to think that Sister has a wicked case of Munchausen Sydrome. Has anyone experienced this personally or through a close friend or family member? How does one interact with a person suffering with a disorder like this in a kind/understanding way but not sign on to the drama?