never, never and never!
the only contact i have had in ten years was a phone call from my brother when mothers second husband (my abuser) passed away, i was so relieved he had actually died that all i could say was 'good about time' my brother was not impressed, called me a bxxtard and put the phone down. needless to say i never got an invite to the funeral!
my family know nothing about my disability, as far as they know i am still running my nursery school and that is fine by me.