My sis is visiting this weekend after moving to New Orleans this summer. I think I've talked about her eating disorder here, but if not- my sis is 5' 9" and hasn't weighed over 100 pounds in the last 7 years. My mom encouraged her to move across the country despite not being anywhere near healthy, despite having a terrible track record of taking care of herself because moving might "help her find herself" and that's all you really need to get over ED, right? (This is my mother who encouraged her to drop out of treatment because the pressure to drop her extremely restrictive vegan diet and refusal to believe she had allergies to most fats and oils was a sign that the treatment people just didn't understand my sister's needs.)It might surprise no one to learn that my sis now looks worse than ever. I doubt she weighs 90 pounds. I have no idea how she isn't in a hospital already. I have no idea how she's still alive and looking at her, I doubt she will be for long. My mom's forbidden me to bring it up. We're supposed to act like nothing's wrong because anything else might upset her. Besides my parents already talked to her, you know? And encouraged her to see a doctor in NOLA- where she has no one and has no one to take care of her because what would be the point of trying to get her in to see someone here? (This is the same mom who has refused to think about my sister's ED because putting "negative thoughts" out there would only make the problem stronger. Who after my sis dropped out of treatment, instead of following up with a doctor and therapist, treated my sister with herbs and homeopathic remedies and gave her money for massage. And told me not to talk or think about my sister slowly becoming a walking skeleton because those "negative thoughts" are the real problem. Not the refusal to deal with reality because confronting reality might mean acknowledging the hell that was our childhoods, that was never the problem. Also, according to her, I need to accept that my sister might die because that might be what she chooses along her karmic path.) So I'm supposed to make nice, like nothing's wrong and just enjoy visiting with the animated corpse that is my sister. I'm scared if I don't they'll cut me out like they have so many times before because I'm just being mean and I don't understand. I'm so scared if I don't say something I'll watch my sister die or get a phone call in the middle of the night and just never see her again. Which might happen anyway. Does anyone know any magic words that I can use to make this better? I can't just sit there and accept this might be the last time I see her. I can't just enjoy what I have left because it isn't fuucking right. And I'm vacillating between rage and despair and I just want someone to tell me how to fix this. Help.
"The meek shall inherit the earth" isn't about children. It's about deer. We're all going to get messed the fuckup by a bunch of cloned super-deer.- samfish2bcrab
Sometimes I wonder if scientists have never seen a sci-fi movie before. "Oh yes, let's create a super species of deer. NOTHING COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG."
I wonder if State Farm offers a Zombie Deer Attack policy. -CaliopeSpidrman