Siblings

I have two siblings, Ron and Mary Ann. They are six and twelve years younger than me. I have been aware for some time how different our view of life is, but it has always been possible for me to just let that be. I have been able to stand back and allow them to follow a life pattern that is different from mine in many ways. I have been able to simply reside in an awareness that we are not only fellow humans but also we are siblings. We share a common origin, common ancestors, and common living together for quite a few years.

Something has changed. I am aware that not only do we see things quite differently, but they are choosing to be part of an effort to make life difficult for people I love. I am especially aware that my two kids are significantly at risk. One of my kids is trans and the other is neurodivergent. I am aware of the strong movement to marginalize, even harm, people like them. My siblings are choosing to be part of that effort.

I have other people I love in my life who are equally being put at risk by this effort to harm those who are different. I have been thinking for days how my brother and sister are choosing to be part of that effort. It is not about politics. It is a matter of how our view of life is so different and where we put our effort. There are consequences. I am aware that my siblings are marching with the effort to harm my family, me and my friends.

Frankly, I am not sure what to do with this. I am finally looking more deeply into the gap of awareness and intention that exists between them and me. That gap has real consequences, and that is profoundly disturbing to me. Perhaps we will talk about this, not accusing them but sharing how disturbing this is for me. I think I want them to know that what they are choosing is affecting me personally because it affects those I love.

I can no longer ignore and work around the differences between my sibling and me. My siblings have consequences.