We no longer talk to each other, he refused to test for covid and wear a mask to come see my newborn at the peak of covid infections, after receiving multiple audio messages of just verbal abuse I cut ties. I lost a lot of friends we had in common but I’m good now.

Geographically? Thousands of miles away. Philosophically? Even further (she’s fundie, I’m atheist). Conversationally? Pretty close. We text, talk or video chat multiple times per week. We’re probably closer now than we have been at any point in our lives.

Older sister, younger sister, younger brother.

My younger brother is a sociopath; I cut him out of my life entirely in 2004 or so, and if he ever managed to track me down and show up on my doorstep, I’d need to find a way to hide the body. He hurts everyone around him.

My older sister is smart, but batshit crazy. She’s deeply religious, but also believes in bullshit like iridology, hoeopathy, chiropratic care (at the age of 50-ish, she just started school for that nonsense), essential oils, and so on. We have pretty much nothing in common aside from language at this point.

My younger sister is… Just kinda there. Again, not a lot in common. She’s a decent person, but we were never all that close as kids, and that’s deepened as I’ve been older and now live 1500 miles away from everyone else.

I’m also autistic; family connections don’t have an inherent value to me. I don’t believe in blood meaning more than anything else, or that you do anything for your family; I choose to have that kind of relationship by choice, not due to an accident of birth.

Not close. We only talk for business purposes.

I’m the oldest of three. My younger brother is an abusive drug addict currently serving time. I never want to see him or talk to him again. Any time we are in a room together, there’s a real risk of a physical fight breaking out. Years of constant fighting both verbally and physically have taken a huge mental toll on me. The day he dies will be one of my happiest.

My baby brother is alright. He straddled the same line drug wise but was nowhere near abusive like the other one. Hes got a reputation for being a sneaky lying thief, but he’s turned himself around. He’s more of a joy to be around.

One good. One that’s a blood screaming hatred that’s only gonna be resolved through death. No hyperbole either.

Conjoined.

I’m the youngest sibling with an age gap of 7-8 years to my older brother and sister. Growing up I was mostly alone, ignored, or often fought with them but eventually we grew a deep bond together through similar interests. The times I’ve spent with my siblings have been some of my most precious memories. I’m fortunate to have siblings that I could call my best friends and role models in life.

Not as close as I’d like and probably more close than what they’d like.

Physically, not very. Personally, extremely close. Though I am still the odd one out, so the effect is half-lost on me. I was always the family’s equivalent of a stock extra.

I have an older sister. We haven’t been close as long as I can remember, though my parents insist we were inseparable when we were younger. If there was some inciting incident that caused us to become estranged I can’t remember it.

It’s weird. I kinda think of myself as an only child, but then I have to remind myself I’m not. It’s probably something I should talk to a therapist about someday.

I have a younger brother and I’m not close to him as much as I want to be which is mostly my fault. I’m very bad when it comes to social stuff.

We’re not close. We talk to each other a couple times a year outside of birthdays. We get along perfectly fine and I enjoy when we do spend time together. We even lived together in college a couple years. But even then we really felt like roommates more than anything.

My neighborhood had a ton of kids. I hung out with the older group, but there was a ton of kids closer to his age (about 3-4 years younger, which is huge when you’re in grade school) so he was with them. Today, I live about 1000 miles away. He has almost no motivation to travel. It feels weird to say when so many people (including my wife) are so close to their siblings, or have a good reason not to be, but we just kinda grew separately and that’s totally ok.

Kinda meh really

We don’t talk much anymore, but I do speak with them more often than my parents.

I am happy to hear that both my siblings are doing pretty well for themselves (I even helped my sister move into a bigger apartment today)

My dad is… still around.

My Mom is starting to do better lately mental health wise, which is great to see. She’s had some recent health scares that have really put time into perspective for her.

It’s a long story for both groups why the relationships are what they are. But there’s really only 1 out of that group that’s unrecoverable IMO and that’s the relationship with my dad.

I have a big sister and we get along well. We don’t hang out much and such but we both spend a good amount of time atvour parents place as we live close by. We all get along extremely well.

My siblings and I are pretty close. I’m not in the habit of antagonizing my housemates, so I can smooth things out in the rare cases there’s any friction.