Just 17, she’s 18 at the end of summer. A quiet girl, a classic introvert, but thoughtful and kind. The last time we met was back in 2011. I had flown in from Tokyo to Dallas for business and went out to visit the family. Emily (not her real name) and your younger brother Zack (ditto) have also loved their uncle Tokyo, and this trip was no exception. I took them out separately and bought them early Xmas presents. Zack wanted to go to the game center. Emily wanted a movie. As we drank our lattes at Starbucks, I couldn’t believe how much more mature she had gotten in the previous two years.
She’s a good pianist, she loves horses and reading. Really a great girl.
Apparently she’s on antidepressants and benzos, and had been stockpiling them. She took a nonlethal dose and was discovered in time. She had written suicide notes. After a stopover in the ER she was admitted to a psych ward for teenagers. She should be home soon.
I don’t have any further information.
In The Last Lecture, Randy Pausch comments that he won the parents lottery, he was so fortunate to have been born into his family.
Anyone who is born into my extended family is not so lucky. I’ve talked far too much about the generations of abuse and dysfunction. Out of the five of us children in my family, one brother and one sister were simply too crazy to reproduce.
Of the rest, the oldest brother married someone who made him look sane by comparison. He cut off contact for several decades and only reemerged after I was long gone out of Dodge. I have no contact with him, but only hear that the cycle did not end with him. It doesn’t sound like his now grown children are getting much help.
Anyone can search my history. I struggle. I hope that It will turn out well for my children.
On paper, my sister seemed to be doing the best. Yes, she had her years of depression and suicide attempts, but she met a man 19 years ago who seemed to give her new focus.
Unfortunately, I could never really deal with him. Ultra conservative, racist, old school Texas boy; he hated liberals, Democrats and atheists. As I am all three, dinner conversations were strained at best.
Extremely opinionated and controlling, he’s the split image of my father. Well, except he isn’t abusive. He had two children from previous marriages, and the two with my sister. He has no good relationship with any of his kids.
I’m estranged from my sister. Our family history got between us, so I hear the news from my mother.
I’ll wait a bit for things to settle down and then will email her. I was her favorite uncle, and I’ll see if we can reconnect.
Nature or nurture? I don’t know. My wife and I talk a lot about the need for us to keep a watch out on our kids as they grow.
It’s fortunate that she has another chance. I hope that her parents can manage to help.