Wow, what a particularly awkward position to be in. I sympathise.
But you’ve gotten some really good advice in the thread, and it all sounds like emotionally sound, reasonable suggestions on how to deal with some tricky subjects.
My mom comes from a family who happened to be…painfully…mentally unbalanced. She and her mother were never particularly close - she was actually removed from the house and was sent to live with an Aunt and Uncle early on, which - looking back - had it’s good points and bad points. She also had a sister who had been mentally ill for years, and my mom had actually hospitalized her several times, for fear of suicide and other issues, which, of course the rest of the family ostracised her for. Fairly painful for her.
I remember my Aunt got out of the hospital a couple of months before we were moving from NY to WI. First time I had ever met her. I was only 14, so imagine me trying to look at her to see if I could see the insanity (my own particular version just beginning to bud with adolescence - ah, the joys of genetic heredity). She seemed fine and normal to me. A little quiet, but I was glad to see her and spend a little time with her.
Imagine three years later, my parents had just split up, my mom and I had moved into an apartment in WI, she’s having a total breakdown, barely coping, and I am trying to get the house in order so it will look more like a home for her and restore some sense of normalcy. ring
It’s a priest friend of ours, a Msgr. from back in NY who knows our family VERY well. Is my mom home? No, she’s at work. Well, I have to tell you something, and I wonder if you can handle telling your mom, or if I should call back. Just tell me and we’ll see, the conversation goes. Her sister, with no reliable support system and no one watching out for her mental health since mom was away, hung herself. Shit. I said I would tell Mom. Mom got home, I poured a glass of wine, sat her down, and said I had something very difficult to tell her (I’m sure she thought it was about ME being in trouble - again). And I told her about her sister and she just lost it. She ended up calling Msgr and asking him pertinent questions, but I think it came better from me because I could BE there physically at the time for the emotional fall-out.
One year later, same ring. Same Msgr. Her mother had died, could I handle this one. Sure. Surprisingly, or maybe perhaps not so, considering the oddness, distance and estrangement of the relationship, she took that one harder.
Four years ago, she got another call. Another sister, who had been caring for her ex-husband in their home while he wasted away from a long term illness, decided after he was gone, that it was her time too. That one really knocked the wind out of her. Especially as she had two wonderful children and a really good life, by all accounts.
That one put Mom in the hospital for suicide watch and total nervous breakdown. Out of five sisters, she had one left (the first having been murdered when she was very young). And the one who was left - she didn’t speak to.
Cut to the good part. My mom and her sister have somehow reunited, and are opposite ends of the spectrum, but they balance one another - Mom says something and Sue just makes her look at things realistically with a wry, acerbic wit. Just what she’d get from me, too! But now they can talk about the family and the different ways things were seen and talked about when others weren’t around.
God, that’s TMI, when all I meant to say was that - it’s good to have someone there if you expect there might be some surprising information heading their way. And you sound like a caring enough soul who was at least old enough at the time to have some comprehension of what was really happening. It might not be complete, but it might be a place to start.
You do have my empathy, because I’ve been through something similar, and my sympathy, because you have other elements that I feel horribly that you feel you may have to deal with. I get the sense that you’re a kind person - your concern, your worries; just follow your heart, go with the leads given you and I am sure that life will work out the way it was intended. Might not be what WE intended but…there’s a plan to everything. In my universe, anyway.
Best of luck, and please let us know.
Regards and Respect,
Inky