I’ve been re-running these Prozac Palace posts with the hope that anyone who needs to read this sort of thing will find them. It’s occurred to me that readers may wish to comment, but not know what to say. You’re under no obligation to say anything. If you want to, but are at a loss, may I suggest this simple phrase: I read it.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Be Nice To Your Sister
What words do you want to hear? For me, growing up with a violent sibling, it was words of protection.
Perhaps a simple, "Stop fighting." Maybe go so far as a stop hitting or scratching or gouging or even yelling at your sister, said to my sister of course.
In my wildest fantasy I wanted to hear: “It’s okay. You’re safe now."
"She won’t hurt you anymore.”
“I won’t let this happen again.”
What I did hear once was, “Be nice to your sister.”
I was in my mid–teens and Dawn had been away from home awhile. She was living a normal life and even had a job. She came home for a weekend in November and shortly before she arrived my dad took me aside and said, “Be nice to your sister.”
Years later, when I was able to give it some thought, I wondered: Why didn’t you ever say that to her?
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