Ok, magnoliawash and jasmin's answer, good.
post639936.htmlI would not touch her brother with a glove and pincers if he posted here. It is a different case. You say you acted agueably similar. That is not my reading. I say have this discussion with your therapist!
If you were like magnoliawashe's brother you would know that you are perfectly save. That is the problem: this type is taking advantage and getting away. That is the pattern you do not fit into.
He decided to forget it and live a happy life. You are about to decide to have an unhappy, unhealthy life.
Jasmin told magnoliawash it could be helpful to have it out in the open. She said her brother was responsible for his actions. Now, tell me, how can you help your sister to speak her mind if you are sick? How can you take on your responsibility if you are sick? Help yourself first, then try to support your sister. Get a treatment.
A waste of time, hm? Or just a little too much asked? I trust you to do the right thing. I read it between your lines. It has happened. I suggest you stop glaring at the snake and deal with it.
-- Tue Dec 27, 2011 7:12 am --
That said, Reserval, in a gentle low voice, I would like to share a little. I know it is not my turn, excuse me being bold.
I told you I hated my sister. She was the dark empress of my world when I was eight. Cruel, destructive, nasty hypocritical blackmailer. I broke a thermometer, knowing the quicksilver fumes being toxic in the long run, and hid it in her desk drawer. I was looking forward to watch her headaches and all the other symptoms and enjoy a little time of undisturbed playing while she would be weakened at least. If not... ok, tomorrow is another day... She found it in the evening (of course) and showed the crime scene to my mother immediately. I thought this would be the end, but my mother did not get it. I watched my sister's face while my mother blathered and I knew we both were alone in this. We are fine by now, I told you.
But another thing: when I was ten, I played a game with the neighbors' daughter who was about 6. It ended up in the bathroom us both undressed kissing each others butt one time. That is what I called crossing the red line. I knew it was wrong because of the imbalance, and I was afraid she would tell her parents. Nothing happened. Really? Now that I had this little conversation with you I would like to ask her what she thinks about it today.
And something else: when I was 14... oh, ok, I have to write a letter to him. At once. I will tell you later on.
What now? If you decide to start treatment, you do not have to tell everything at once. If you are pondering, it is enough to tell that as a starter. If you have anxieties, tell just that. If you have questions about the limits of confidentiality, ask. You could try to establish a relation of trust as a prerequisite to open up. Any technical difficulties?