FAMILY SUCKS
Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 6:03 pm
I have not spoken to a blood relative in over 12 years.
You don't get to choose your family, but hopefully you do get
to choose one or two or a few people to be in your life.
I was abused, yet still kept trying to find a place within my family where I was loved, understood and possibly appreciated. No dice.
When it finally dawned on me (after too much pain while trying) that I didn't get anything positive from my family - no reward for being in contact, nothing emotionally positive or even at the very least financially positive, I realized I had no good reason to keep doing the same crazy thing over and over again. It was very easy, even a relief, to just stop the blood family contact and therefore the pain associated with the contact.
I'm a good and loyal friend to the few that I have. My partner is an amazing artist with a heart of gold. I'm lucky he tolerates me with all of my depression, ptsd, mood swings, social anxiety, etc. etc. I could easily live in a teepee with a couple of cats, hibernating my life away. But he keeps me from that. He has a large family that he loves very much and he can't possibly understand why I hide and cringe at the thought of family.
For some reason today has been very rough. This after a week of generally doing pretty well. Not sure what triggered it. Perhaps the approaching snow storm. I want to self medicate, but I'm fighting to stay away from all that.
Here's to another approaching sunset.
You don't get to choose your family, but hopefully you do get
to choose one or two or a few people to be in your life.
I was abused, yet still kept trying to find a place within my family where I was loved, understood and possibly appreciated. No dice.
When it finally dawned on me (after too much pain while trying) that I didn't get anything positive from my family - no reward for being in contact, nothing emotionally positive or even at the very least financially positive, I realized I had no good reason to keep doing the same crazy thing over and over again. It was very easy, even a relief, to just stop the blood family contact and therefore the pain associated with the contact.
I'm a good and loyal friend to the few that I have. My partner is an amazing artist with a heart of gold. I'm lucky he tolerates me with all of my depression, ptsd, mood swings, social anxiety, etc. etc. I could easily live in a teepee with a couple of cats, hibernating my life away. But he keeps me from that. He has a large family that he loves very much and he can't possibly understand why I hide and cringe at the thought of family.
For some reason today has been very rough. This after a week of generally doing pretty well. Not sure what triggered it. Perhaps the approaching snow storm. I want to self medicate, but I'm fighting to stay away from all that.
Here's to another approaching sunset.