My case is entirely different. I already liked myself as a person despite my parents doing their best to stop me . I've achieved and learned so much and have a very, happy and contented life.
My elder son chose to cut himself off from me, his brother and later his daughter.
It has taken almost two heartbreaking decades to see anything positive in this but when I was in hospital, twice, at the beginning of the year, I realised that if I died, he wouldn't have the same depth of sadness about it, as he might if we'd remained in happy contact, as we were immediatel before the break.
It may in fact be a long time before he even learned I'd dropped off the twig, as I've left it up to my younger boy to tell him IF he chooses.
I'm immensely grateful for that because I do love my EAS so much and the idea of his grieving for me, hurts.