Talk about a cuckoo in a robin's nest! The combination of my personal dynamic & the rest of my surviving family was disaster waiting to happen. Where I've always had to sing out the situation in front of me - so well illustrated by my question to Ken Stroh after Ian was killed - they were, as Kerry aptly put it, happiest with their heads buried in the sand. Two extremes of the communication spectrum.
After teaching a Health unit based on four generations of my family - grandparents, parents, self & sibs, nieces & nephs - would ask the students, "MY style was verbal & very direct; the surviving others were non-verbal & triangulated. Which communication style is right & which is wrong?" It always blew them away that the correct answer was "both" and "neither" - each style worked, in its own way.
There are a bunch of core issues I'm working through in the here & now, some of which reach back into the long, long ago. They involve my looking at the perception I had of things apparently done & said. Some are easy to say, "Yes, I see this or that happened." A lot are up for conjecture or interpretation or even individual memory. All are important.
It helps to know that probably NONE of what I might share agrees with what my sibs experienced perceived remembered. Peter remembers leaving home when he went away to college - and never coming back. Mim recalls that while I offered to do things for her, she never took me up on it & forge through life without my proffered support. Kerry considers that the care I provided Mom was no more & no less than any one of the rest of the gave. Mike agrees with whatever Kerry thinks. Whitney & Reynolds have such ghastly memories of me, she unfriended me on Facebook & he never accepted my friend request. Who knows what Scott & Karen feel (am grateful for the warm FB friendships that have developed).
Who are right, who are wrong? Both & neither. All I can say is that these will be my stories, and I'm sticking with them.
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