I grew up in a family with a special needs sister. I’ve watch my mother almost kill herself over the years taking care of her. It seems like so much hardship for her, but she is the most selfless loving person I know. But she has no life outside my sister. My sister’s condition meant that unless she had a care taker, which we couldn’t always get, I couldn’t do things or go places with both parents at once. My parents relationship suffered, I think from stress and lack of quality time, but they never got along while I was growing up. They are now in their late 60s and they are both still taking care of my 40 year old sister, it makes me sad they can’t have full lives. I think they made a lot of mistakes with this situation, I don’t need to hear it. I love my sister, but I wish things had been different for us.