A week or so ago I wrote about how my Aunt had died and none of my family bothered to tell me.

I wrote how I felt isolated.

It’s compounded this week. In the middle of last year I was going through a challenging time and reached out to my family for support. They all dutifully replied by email offering thoughts, prayers and bible verses of encouragement. (To be fair, my brother did call and was practically helpful).

But since August 1 I’ve not heard from any of them. No contact asking how I was. To make sure I was ok.

I caught up with my sister and brother-in-law yesterday. They were most apologetic about the lack of communication. Apology accepted. 

Then at the end of the conversation, my sister mentioned that they’d talked amongst themselves about the possibility I may be suicidal. *

No one picked up the phone to check.

Unbelievable.

I’m not sure how to respond to this. I’m a bit grief-filled. A bit ragey. A bit resolved that I have to do things myself and push the family away.

Sigh.

* I’m not at all suicidal, for the record.