My sister weaponized her pettiness against me. Even after a close call with death, I was still at fault for things that were completely outside of our powers.
She spent so much effort making me feel guilty, isolated and weird but she hid it all behind her outgoing personality and charity work. She couldn't do a good deed without telling the whole world and everyone else things she's heaven sent because of her constant self promotion.
But if she's so great, why do we have no relationship at all? Why do I feel the absolute need to not share anything personal with her in order to protect myself? Why do my therapists, past and present, look at me in shock when I mention things she has said and done to me? And why do I and other men (mainly my cousins) in my family have to suffer from her pettiness and moral high positioning?
At least my parents learned to stop trying to blame me and control my behaviour, just not my sister. Nothing will ever be good enough for her.
All I ever wanted was a sister to talk to and help me through life as the youngest child in the family. Over the past five years I've found four sisters. And they love me. I know because they tell me and show me how much they love me. One of them even gave me a forehead kiss recently and that kind of love feels special. I love them all so much even if all they really did was just let me be me.
My reasoning for seeking out that type of therapist came from a situation that happened about a couple years earlier. A former friend and coworker accidentally introduced me to a queer girl. Her and I talked a lot about mental health and became close friends over time.
My former friend was being a creep towards her and I saw how much it affected her when she came eventually forward to tell me about it. We no longer talk to him anymore. It was after both her and her partner asked me to come visit that I came to understand how caring and accepting queer people can be.
When I came back home, I realized I wanted to be treated like a unique individual just like how my friend and her partner treated me. What better place than a queer community where so many others have fought to be their own person. Especially when there's so much social pressure to fit into a single lifeless mould.
Being surrounded by uniqueness gives so much colour to life.