Today was already a bad day with dealing (yet again) with overwhelming distress associated with never-ending C-PTSD related to familial childhood abuse.

Then I get an email in the afternoon from my father to say he is in hospital as a patient with fractured bones and may be an in-patient for the next 8 weeks. He was rushed to hospital via ambulance. He had a fall four days ago and I find out today from him.

Yet again, I'm the last to know in the family about important things. I'm not angry with father. Yes admittedly, I have distance myself more and more over the years from the family but my relationship with father has improved somewhat over the last several years.

Neither my mother or anyone else thought to contact me asap when the accident happened. My father's correspondence has so far been the only notification of the accident. Maybe he could have died too and I'd still not know?

Again left feeling like I've been kicked in the guts coupled with the numerous times previously when I've been treated in a similar way.

Such is life!