I don't get along with most of my siblings (I have 9). The main reason for this is that we have almost nothing in common. Another reason is because while I was busy being a "good daughter," they were busy "finding themselves" (aka rebelling).
So this past Thanksgiving. I'm chatting with Mom and one sister, and a few other siblings are kind of butting into the conversation on occasion, and we end up trauma bonding. As a side note, I don't trauma bond often. I watch THEM trauma bond, and I just kind of...curl up with a book and pretend they don't exist.
But this time, *I* was the one doing the bonding. And when things got way serious, my baby sister (she's 23) would say something like, "okay, guys, but did I tell you I'm gay?" To lighten the mood. And we'd joke about it. Like, "yeah, I've got a million childhood traumas, but at least I'm not GAY like (baby sister)."
And it's fine, because she thinks gay jokes are hilarious.
So my aunt walks in at one point, and she's like, "what are y'all doing here?"
My older sister said, "we're trauma bonding."
I said, "and making fun of (baby sister) for being gay."
My aunt missed something with all the talking, and she stopped what she was doing to look at us and asked, "you're trauma bonding over (baby sister) being gay?!??!"