I was goofing around a bit with this post (though honestly curious how many people like me I’d find), so I’m glad anyone responded really. I hope you’ll consider giving yourself the best chance possible at life before deciding to take your exit.
Fair enough. I think knowing my extended family would have been helpful, growing up. From brief moments speaking or hearing about them, it sounds like they were all probably a lot more functional than my family of origin was…
You’d be surprised what the most “functional” people are hiding under the surface. I’ve seen so many families where things seem to be going fine but on the inside there’s betrayals, abuse, resentment etc
My dad’s family is unknown to me, except for my one cousin. My mom’s side of the family are really, really mean spirited and I avoid them like the plague. I’m not an only child though, but oddly enough, I’ve been feeling extremely lonely lately.
Wow, that’s unfortunate (about the mean-spirited ones). It might just be me on here who feels this way but I think not having extended family can feel very isolating. To describe what I mean, it’s almost like your experience as a member of society feels less valid. It wasn’t that hard to find people who didn’t have siblings when I was growing up, but people who didn’t at least have reasonably regular contact with grandparents, aunts/uncles, etc? I don’t remember meeting an other such people in person…
I can’t tell you how to feel, but I can give you my perspective on the subject. Please wish to have a *loving* extended family, or get involved with other people’s family so much so that they adopt you into the group. Like, I had a friend who’s mother said I was her daughter. Just because someone has family doesn’t mean they love them, or that they will treat them as a family member. Trust me, I feel pushed toward my own demise because of my family. 🙁 How much of a failure I am. Yea, I wish I had a loving extended, supportive, kind family.
There was a family with three kids and wonderful friendly parents that I knew growing up, who kind of ended up being my model of what a family *should* be like. I could go by their house whenever and stuff. But when they had cousins or grandparents or whatever visiting I suddenly felt out of the loop haha. These weren’t people I heard about all the time (though I do recall one name of somebody they complained about a lot, and the face of another that was a favourite of theirs), and all of a sudden (at the time), I realized I was unwittingly imagining myself as someone closer to them than I probably had a right to be, and they surely deserved some space to be who they needed to be with their real family. Even the most strained relationships they had seemed like something almost sacred, when I think back now on how I felt about it then.
Any other families I got to know were through past significant others I’m no longer with. It’s nice to remember I’m still on good terms with all of these people and they helped inform me on what I was missing out on at “home” but obviously that’s been a double-edged sword.
If you never have the option to cut them off, maybe. Not sure what the point of you saying that here is, though. Better to put it in a different post, don’t you think?
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I dont fit any of those but hell I suicide anyway soon prolly.
I was goofing around a bit with this post (though honestly curious how many people like me I’d find), so I’m glad anyone responded really. I hope you’ll consider giving yourself the best chance possible at life before deciding to take your exit.
Only child, bearly know my family. I couldn’t care less about them though tbh.
Fair enough. I think knowing my extended family would have been helpful, growing up. From brief moments speaking or hearing about them, it sounds like they were all probably a lot more functional than my family of origin was…
You’d be surprised what the most “functional” people are hiding under the surface. I’ve seen so many families where things seem to be going fine but on the inside there’s betrayals, abuse, resentment etc
My dad’s family is unknown to me, except for my one cousin. My mom’s side of the family are really, really mean spirited and I avoid them like the plague. I’m not an only child though, but oddly enough, I’ve been feeling extremely lonely lately.
Wow, that’s unfortunate (about the mean-spirited ones). It might just be me on here who feels this way but I think not having extended family can feel very isolating. To describe what I mean, it’s almost like your experience as a member of society feels less valid. It wasn’t that hard to find people who didn’t have siblings when I was growing up, but people who didn’t at least have reasonably regular contact with grandparents, aunts/uncles, etc? I don’t remember meeting an other such people in person…
I can’t tell you how to feel, but I can give you my perspective on the subject. Please wish to have a *loving* extended family, or get involved with other people’s family so much so that they adopt you into the group. Like, I had a friend who’s mother said I was her daughter. Just because someone has family doesn’t mean they love them, or that they will treat them as a family member. Trust me, I feel pushed toward my own demise because of my family. 🙁 How much of a failure I am. Yea, I wish I had a loving extended, supportive, kind family.
There was a family with three kids and wonderful friendly parents that I knew growing up, who kind of ended up being my model of what a family *should* be like. I could go by their house whenever and stuff. But when they had cousins or grandparents or whatever visiting I suddenly felt out of the loop haha. These weren’t people I heard about all the time (though I do recall one name of somebody they complained about a lot, and the face of another that was a favourite of theirs), and all of a sudden (at the time), I realized I was unwittingly imagining myself as someone closer to them than I probably had a right to be, and they surely deserved some space to be who they needed to be with their real family. Even the most strained relationships they had seemed like something almost sacred, when I think back now on how I felt about it then.
Any other families I got to know were through past significant others I’m no longer with. It’s nice to remember I’m still on good terms with all of these people and they helped inform me on what I was missing out on at “home” but obviously that’s been a double-edged sword.
It’s better to not know your extended family than to know them and not have a good relationship with them. (which is my situation)
If you never have the option to cut them off, maybe. Not sure what the point of you saying that here is, though. Better to put it in a different post, don’t you think?