I'm a sixteen year old girl in my sophomore year of high school. I have severe OCD and my younger sister, who is eight, was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. For a long while, I thought it was all ********, but after a while I accepted it, and just moved on.
That was just background info. Now I will write what actually happened.
October 15th of this year, my house burned down. The fire started in my room from some ******** electrical problem or whatever. My mother though, began to believe that the fire was started by my sister. She had done some terrible things in the past, so it was kind of expected: Bringing her teachers to tears for being so terrible, a lot of threats, and she basically had it over my and my mom's head that if we were mean to her, she would tell her psychiatrist and get us arrested. She had even thrown things at anyone who I had even considered close enough to show up at my house.
I disagreed with my mother to an unbelievable extent, and once we had been in a friend's house for a few days, the investigators did clear up that it had been an electrical problem. Still, after the fire, having to move houses, living with eight people in a three bedroom house, and switching her from medicine to medicine, she broke.
She is currently at a psychiatric hospital, where she has been completely and fully examined.
They're saying she's a sociopath.
She's had my life on a strong since she could understand what she was saying. She would purposely destroy my things, hurt herself to spite me, force kids into situations they did not understand, and manipulate babysitters, adults, family members, or anyone she could, but it's just really hard to cope.
I wish I could just have her look at me like she didn't want to squash me like a bug just once.
Maybe then I could actually stop counting the stairs up to her room when I go to visit.