The other day I wrote a rather cryptic email to my sister-in-law asking for help to pay for a therapist. My brother is very well off financially and I am, well, not so much. Basically, I said I was seeking help, but don't ask me anything and don't tell anyone. I do not want to prematurely out myself until I have made a decision, myself, on exactly what direction I intend to take with all this.
A day later she reply's with an email saying that if I need someone to talk to she is willing to listen. A couple things stuck out, a) that she said that we are family, but since she is in by marriage she will have a different slant on things. Now, my family is by no means bad, but I am definitely not that close to them and rarely share anything with my parents even though I am in my 30's. We just have never had that bond, ya know. Than there was b) that she is sure there is bad things I need to get off my chest and that she has many of her own issues that she has not shared with anyone, even my brother, that we could go tit for tat with in order to establish a trust in one another, at least that is how I read into it.
We seem to have always had this kind of unspoken, outsiders bond between us. She was an only child and I might as well have been. She was so excited to finally have a little brother when she married into the family. I would not say we are super close, I am very much a loner and standoffish around other people. Not that that is bad, just the way I am (item 7 on my therapist checklist). So for her to hint about her shortcomings was a little bit odd to me, but kind of nice that she would open herself to me like that.
So, last night at 11ish my mother calls me. My mother never calls me. She said that they need to leave town immediately and asked if I can watch the house. Two days after my cryptic email my sister-in-law has been admitted to the hospital for addiction to pain medication. ARGHHH!
Now I have the two sides of my brain fighting with each other. One side is saying that you are a damn fool for being so secretive about needing therapy. Having read my email to her again it does sound like I am and alcoholic or on drugs or suicidal. This kind of makes me feel like I have set her off. Did I write something in that email that made her pop some pills because I brought up something in her that she did not want to think about and needed to dull her pain. Then the other side of my brain is telling me that I may have, in fact, helped her out. Maybe sharing my distress, albeit shrouded is secrecy, triggered her to seek help on her own. Maybe?
I have no experience with addiction. Sure, there were a few years back in the day where I was as much of a drinker as anyone could ever imagine. However, when I recognized what I was doing I stopped drinking on my own. I was not addicted to booze, but it sure must have looked that way. So I stopped and do not have the compulsion to drink that much anymore. There are times when I would like to, but I just don't. I do not know what it is like to have to drink, or in her case take pills.
I am just feeling some guilt over this sudden development, but I am not sure if I should be.
Any insight you kind folks can doll out is always appreciated. You all have quickly become my sounding board, for better or worse...but mostly better, and I relish your thoughts and opinions.