I don't ever forsee that happening. Growing up, I had parents that only cared for themselves, and how I could "meet their
needs", as one of the "childern as chattel
", as directed by my grandparents (all four) from the "old country". I was here for their benefit (as they often made clear); not that they were here for me.
As an adult (and a parent to a disabled adult "child") our (DW/me) respecive familes basically shut our son out of their lives, since he did not meet their norms.
Life sucks, then you die (and find release from your problems).
It's as simple as that, IMHO.
And no, don't call the suicide hotline (I/we can cope, on our own terms). I don't ask for anybody's pity.
If anything, this form opened my eyes to what "normal" familes are all about. Consider yourselves truly blessed...