hizgeorgiapeach
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Morrigan, I've been sitting here contemplating possible differences in the way my brother and I were raised. It's neither easy nor pleasant (at times) to do such an analysis - yet I feel that in fairness to the opposing view, it is something that I should do. Thinking about it objectively (again, not always easy to accomplish lol) I have to agree with you that there were Some differences. In many ways, despite mom being dead and dad being in a nursing home and us being grown adults supposedly on our own, there still are. I'm expected to be responcibile - he isn't. I'm expected to push myself - even if it means pushing myself Past my limits - while he's just sort of... well... not expected to, and frankly the family no longer considers him Capable of doing so. I'm expected to accept the consequences of my actions, and to get myself out of trouble if I happen to find myself IN trouble - while even now dad just shakes his head and figures my brother is simply being the same irresponcible and slightly incompitant person he's always been. When we were younger, we were both expected to accept the consequences of our actions - spankings were impartial, and were given to the same intensity and frequency based strictly on level of misconduct - and we Were held to the same standards as far as what was considered misconduct. That impartiality changed when my brother became a Teenager, and started having to face the rest of the world at large as far as consequences went. Guess those early lessons from birth until teens concerning things like how to behave properly, to be considerate of others, to have a bit of respect for himself or those around him, and at least make an honest attempt to consider himself bound by the same rules as the rest of society (with both appropriate and inappropriate means of effecting necessary change) and be a decent person ... were nothing in the face later lessons to figure that his actions held no consequences, it was OK to be abusive, it was acceptable to use someone's Love as a weapon against them because even if you do they'll still love you, and that it's anyone's responcibility other than his own to clean up the messes he makes out of his life. When my brother ran away at 15, it tormented our parents with worry for him and analyzing their own parenting skills and techniques wondering where They had gone wrong. During the 3 weeks that he was missing, I had to watch our parents torture themselves emotionally with assumed guilt - and basically forget that I was alive, missing one of my Major voice compititions for that year, missing a drama production I was in, things of that nature - because I was expected to simply cope with what was going on and make due until things were "equal" again. Yet despite that, when he came home a few weeks later, he was welcomed back in the same generous nature as the proverbial prodigal child. They went to counciling with him, stood by his decision to drop out of school (despite it being an extremely poor choice which they should have overruled) since he could already pass all the testing and had been able to for a while by then, offered to help him pay for college or tech school whichever he prefered (which happened to be Neither, until after he was 40 and no longer Physically able to be an unskilled laborer - then he expected dad to simply pay for him to Finally get an education) - they bailed his butt out of jail more times than I care to count, even well after he became an adult. And even now, when he's 43, if he gets picked up on a DUI (which is frequent with him) my nursing home bound father expects me to pick up where he left off, and continue to bail "big" brother out of jail. Imagine their surprise when I flatly refused to do that or help bail him out of his drug related financial mismanagement to keep his utilities on, and made the comment that it was time he grew the fuck up and took responcibility for his OWN actions, rather than expecting someone to constantly clean up after him!
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