Surviving Co-Multiples – Shared Stories

The death of my identical twin sister..

Hello, My name is Marsha Sherly, identical twin to Marilyn Sharon, who killed herself two years ago. I am 57 now. We had a triplet-like sister born a year after us ..(we were) all born in the month of August. That sister killed herself when she was 27. Our parents did not want to have triplets, or kids for that matter. I would love to meet triplets or twins or twinless or tripletless people. I never met a triplet in my life and really do want to. I live by the beach in Calif and love to paint pictures of twins and triplets. I deal with the death of my twin through painting. I paint for a chiropractor and he gives me my treatment for free. Marilyn and I were (each) born...

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Growing Up Twinless

Hi, I wanted to take the opportunity to share my story of what it’s like to grow up twinless. The few accounts I’ve read of before echo thoughts and feelings I have had and have helped me to replace some of the confusion with understanding. I hope that my sharing is able to help someone in some small way such as I’ve been helped. My story begins around my sixteenth birthday when, for some unknown reason, I seemed to have hit a crisis point. I think it was the thoughts of suicide that really brought me to a point that things were as bad as they seemed. All I knew was what I told my mother on those many evenings when I would seek her out in the...

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My Story

Hello. I don’t know if I even have the right site, but here is my story. My precious twins arrived unexpectedly, (didn’t know it was 2), 3 1/2 months early, in Sept/85, they weighed 3.5 lbs..and 3 lbs. They struggled for survival for 2 months and came out of the ordeal with no health problems. Learning disabilies (mild) cropped up in kindergarden..and they worked for every mark they earned…right through to Grade 11. It stops there…because one of the boys (Eric) was hit by a car and killed instantly (Nov 19/03). Next month, was supposed to be a double graduation from Grade 12 for our family…instead…one twin is gone…and the...

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Co-Multiple’s story of loss and unanswered concerns

As a co-multiple who has lost his twin, I’m looking at your site and have decided to attempt to connect, although I’m getting very frustrated in my efforts to learn about my own loss and how it has affected me. My identical twin was killed in a car wreck 40 years ago when we were 18. Rather than grieving, I just went forward with the momentum of my life. I was smart, athletic, engaged. Life went on. My two remaining brothers and my parents did not share our grief and our family began to drift apart. In my 20′s, I dropped out of college, protested the draft and the war in Vietnam, found a passionate interest in woodworking (it runs in the family). I was...

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It Should Have Been Her – A Surviving Co-Multiple’s Story

The cold words were a sharp slap across my face. This wasn’t what I needed or wanted to hear. I craved the warm, welcoming softness of a mother’s embrace – not these cruel words of betrayal. Hiding in the garden within the shadows of the trees, I reminded myself that I had always walked in my twin brother’s shadow, trying to siphon off some scraps of the love that Mother showered him with. Why had I expected it to be different now? Mother had never seen us as pair. My brother had always been her shining glory – I was just an unwanted extra that tagged along in the shadows. To the World, we had been two. But knowing that we were really one had given me the...

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You and I – Poem about loss

God sent you with me To enter this world. As I sputtered and gasped for breath I know you were marking time behind me. Together we had plotted our escape – from the all encompassing bubble. Did I push and you shove? Or did I shove and you push? Maybe it was a greater force that propelled us head first into life. Would we have always been close? Would you always have watched my back? For the stark bitter truth of reality separated us Before life had a chance to mould the two of us. Instead of both of us, I learned and bore the brunt of life’s lessons alone. With a permanent chill along my spine Moving on I found warmth and love. But still the feeling of being...

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