Experience: I found my sister after 47 years

"Just before his sixth birthday, Molly disappeared. If you mentioned, I sent my" room

Seventeen years ago

I met Cindy, a former family friend, in a meeting. We had been together at school, but lost contact after graduation. "What happened to Molly?" She asked. Suddenly, I had a strong image of being a baby, making puppets from socks. The girl was Molly, my younger sister.

I was the eldest son born to Sue, a housewife, and Jack, a business executive, in a small town in Oregon. When I was three, Molly arrived. We were very close instantly. As we have grown into a toddler, it was clear he had some physical difficulties and learning. At 18 months of age, was diagnosed as profoundly mentally handicapped. In May 1957, shortly before his sixth birthday, he disappeared.

When I asked my mother where I was Molly, told me that I could not live with us. Since that day, if you mention it, I sent to my room. Well-meaning visitors who have asked after his return were not invited. Molly has been erased from our lives. Later, I learned that in the '50s, it was common for children with physical and intellectual should be sent to institutions. At the time, people with disabilities are considered a burden and is unable to live in a society full capacity.

Eighteen months after Molly disappeared, my brother Tim was born, but never really disappeared. Over the years, my memories of Molly grew vague and uncertain. When I left home, I completely stopped thinking about it.

In 1989, I discovered by the family of Tim, then 30, had traced Molly in a group home. He grew up hearing rumors about an older sister, but was forbidden to speak, too. Curious, he had visited, where he lived, but despite the fact that he had not talked to Molly, he became convinced that disabling also have a relationship with.

When my mother found out, he was furious and threatened that if he ever does the same thing, I would be cut.

seems incredible to me now that I've asked about your visit Tim. For the rest of my life I'll live with the guilt that I did not. The only explanation I can find is that the secret had been instilled in my head for such a young age, had become automatic for me to put aside all thoughts of Molly. When Cindy asked for it, like a huge sense of shame came over me, I realized I could not close my mind the most.

That night, Cindy and I became a couple. Two years later, in 1996, we married. We were both 45.

I decided to start looking for Molly after my parents died: they were elderly and I would not bother. In 2003, my mother died of throat cancer a few months later, my father suffered a fatal heart attack. I told Tim I wanted to find Molly, but refused to participate. Our relationship has broken down completely.

Cindy and I started going through the effects of father and soon realized Molly procedures, including addresses and phone numbers. Cindy has worked through them, then 47, took only five minutes to track down Molly. She was in another group home in Oregon. The staff told us she mainly communicated with grunts and groans, but was in good health. They were surprised to hear us - they do not even know that Molly had an older brother

We drove from our home in California to visit. As we arrived, I noticed a dark-haired woman sitting in a wheelchair. I knew it was my sister. When I showed up, she cried and kissed me. She remembered me, too.
Cindy and I scrutinized the medical records of Molly. We found that, in the early days, Molly was a regular visitor - my father. She became so upset every time I left the doctors finally asked him to stay away. Instead, she dressed as a clown and visit anonymously, just to spend time with her. Remarks showed my mother Molly visited only once. Looking back, I wonder if my mother had some sort of personality disorder which allowed her daughter to forget so easily.

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