So I have two sisters, the middle one and the younger one. The younger one lives halfway across the country and has always been distant - even in Jr. High she was the one who would go skiing on Christmas Day with her friends rather than spend time with the family. So its not a real surprise that we didn’t stay in close touch when she moved out of state.
In November, my middle sister got an SOS call, and my mother and sister flew out. The baby (at 34) was in the middle of a nervous breakdown. My sister and mother poured all the alcohol down the drain, helped her put her life together over a week and left her in the care of her live in boyfriend.
In December, another SOS call. The boyfriend had been abusing her. So my sister and I fly out on six hours notice, pack her stuff, move her and take her back with us. She has a business out there, so after about two weeks, she moves back. She is drinking. While she is here (actually, with my other sister five hours away) she is evauated by a therapist and a doctor - they believe she is self medicating the abuse with alcohol, when the abuse is gone, the alcohol will probably go as well. My mother goes back out with her and spends two weeks with her.
After my mother leaves, she immediately calls the abusive boyfriend to try and “be friends.”
In January, she loses it again, this time my mother and sister fly out and stick her in a rehab center.
In early March we all spend family week at rehab. I see the same cocky “I don’t have a problem” girl, but she says the right things. A pitting of the useless rehab center (where our confrontations with her were edited so as not to disturb her and she was allowed to have boundries, but could trounce all over ours, and where they believe all addictions are rooted in childhood abuse and do recovered memory therapy to find the roots of the problem) would be another topic. The rehab center refuses to tell us her diagnosis (she tells us she is not an alcoholic and merely “codependant”) and does not provide us with any follow up care information. They do suggest, however, that my sister and I check in for recovered memory therapy.
She gets out of rehab and my mother meets her at her home again. But she immediately relapses. Now she is accusing no less than four men of sexually abusing her as a small child - memories she recovered (or created) in rehab. None of the stories are plausible to anyone else in our family - in some cases she lived in a different state and didn’t see the accused abuser during the time she remembers (but when that is brought up, her memory corrects itself to a more appropriate time). She is also accusing my mother of being an alcoholic while she was growing up (my mother is a casual drinker - she drinks rum and coke or brandy and coke - a bottle of rum lasts four years in their house, brandy lasts seven. If she is an alcoholic, she is the best hider I can imagine, or the most disciplined alcoholic I’ve ever met). She accuses my father of being absent - when she was the one that was choosing to hang with her friends rather than join the family for family events.
My mother packs up and leaves before the week is out. We’ve learned one thing from the less than useful rehab center - we don’t support her when she is chosing to drink.
I call her a few days ago to give her some info on secular sobriety (the AA meetings she was going to were too godly for her - I suspect a complete excuse, but I’ll take her at her word). I get told, by someone obviously drunk, how painful all her memories of abuse are. How horrible my male relatives are for doing this to her. Now, I know that to her the memories are true - even if I doubt they actually happened, but she is choosing to wallow in them as an excuse to drink. She has gotten to the point of threatening suicide.
Last night she called me up and I helped her book a plane ticket home (on her credit card). I’m supposed to pick her up at the airport shortly - but it won’t happen as she didn’t bother to leave the house in time to catch the plane. She originally wanted my other sister to fly out (again) and get her (again) - but the frequent flyer miles are used up, the savings accounts tapped, and frankly, everyone’s patience is gone.
What a goddamn waste. She was beautiful, bright, funny.