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It's really painful to go home and feel like you don't belong there.
My parents' house stinks of dust and dirt and probably a little mildew. It's not overwhelming, not to me anyway, but it's definitely there. When I lived there, some ten years ago, it was messy. Now it's a disaster. When I go back all I can see are the seating areas you can't sit in because of all the crap in them, the years and years of dust on table and bar surfaces covered in piles of newspaper fliers and notes and receipts that no one is ever going to go through, and the way the carpets are dingy and worn through in some places. It makes me miserable to think about. When I go home I stay with my boyfriend's family when I can so I don't have to deal with it.
My mother is trying to slowly work through the house and get things cleared up, but she works three jobs. My brothers live at home because they're going to school close to there, and my dad only works one job. You'd think at some point any of the three of them would get sick of living in filth and help mom try and organize things or clean them away. But they don't. They'd rather play WoW or go golfing.
It's not only the physical mess that drives me away, it's the verbal shit storms that my presence there seems to bring about. My father is a very staunch conservative, which is fine in and of itself, except he spends all of his time watching FOX News and parroting that shit back at us. The boys, for whatever reason, have decided to absorb these 'facts' and not question them. Now, I do not think badly of conservatives of any breed simply because they're conservative. Just because most of my views are quite liberal does not mean that anyone else is Wrong. What I DO think badly of is being told that I am too young to understand the world and that I'll give up my liberal beliefs eventually and how can I sleep at night knowing that I put that Idiot in office?
And about now you're thinking to yourself: why can't you just not talk about politics with your family? You know? I would love to. I would love more than ANYTHING ON THE PLANET to be able to go home and have a discussion about ANYTHING without being dragged into some sort of political debate. But I can't, because stuff like this happens:
Me: So basically your Kindle or your Nook is what you want. The iPad is probably more than you really need, even if it is shiny like the future.
Dad: The future isn't so shiny anymore with the current administration.
Over Thanksgiving my dad tried to call me on the carpet and tell me how wrong I was for having Opinions and I finally told him that I just didn't fucking care. Because I don't. I'm not a person who is interested in political discussion. Ever. For any reason. I love listening to people's points of view, but it's also important to me for the speaker to be respectful to others while they explain. I prefer not to see the world in blacks and whites. And I refuse to be preached to by people who do. I can hardly spend more than a few hours at home anymore.
The problem is that they're my family and I love them. And because I can only spend a few hours at home once every couple of months without completely losing my mind, I feel like there's something wrong with me. What kind of a bitch am I? Why can't I fulfill my familial obligation? Why can't I smile and nod at their hate and their stubbornness and their rigidly simple world perspectives? And why don't I really want to be able to? I worry a lot about getting older and becoming ostracized because I'm never there and I'm not interested in the same things they are.
I have recently begun making plans to move to Portland, Oregon in the fall of 2012. It's something I had wanted to do years ago, but had to put off for several reasons. But now that I've made the decision I've been feeling a bit down about it all. Not the move really, because I need that, but about other things. I'll sometimes look around myself at Disney or at Universal or just out to dinner with my friends and think about how I'll be losing this. About how I'll never get to do some of these things again. But nine hours with my family pushed me firmly into being excited to leave. If I'm not close, I don't have to come home. That thought thrilled me. And then I thought about how awful it was of me to think about people I loved that way, which made me cry for twenty minutes over my frustrations with baking blueberry mini pies. (Because really, who cries over pie? Someone who's worried about something else, that's who.)
And that feeling? The way it spreads through my soul? That feeling stinks more than any amount of dirt or dust ever could.
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My parents' house stinks of dust and dirt and probably a little mildew. It's not overwhelming, not to me anyway, but it's definitely there. When I lived there, some ten years ago, it was messy. Now it's a disaster. When I go back all I can see are the seating areas you can't sit in because of all the crap in them, the years and years of dust on table and bar surfaces covered in piles of newspaper fliers and notes and receipts that no one is ever going to go through, and the way the carpets are dingy and worn through in some places. It makes me miserable to think about. When I go home I stay with my boyfriend's family when I can so I don't have to deal with it.
My mother is trying to slowly work through the house and get things cleared up, but she works three jobs. My brothers live at home because they're going to school close to there, and my dad only works one job. You'd think at some point any of the three of them would get sick of living in filth and help mom try and organize things or clean them away. But they don't. They'd rather play WoW or go golfing.
It's not only the physical mess that drives me away, it's the verbal shit storms that my presence there seems to bring about. My father is a very staunch conservative, which is fine in and of itself, except he spends all of his time watching FOX News and parroting that shit back at us. The boys, for whatever reason, have decided to absorb these 'facts' and not question them. Now, I do not think badly of conservatives of any breed simply because they're conservative. Just because most of my views are quite liberal does not mean that anyone else is Wrong. What I DO think badly of is being told that I am too young to understand the world and that I'll give up my liberal beliefs eventually and how can I sleep at night knowing that I put that Idiot in office?
And about now you're thinking to yourself: why can't you just not talk about politics with your family? You know? I would love to. I would love more than ANYTHING ON THE PLANET to be able to go home and have a discussion about ANYTHING without being dragged into some sort of political debate. But I can't, because stuff like this happens:
Me: So basically your Kindle or your Nook is what you want. The iPad is probably more than you really need, even if it is shiny like the future.
Dad: The future isn't so shiny anymore with the current administration.
Over Thanksgiving my dad tried to call me on the carpet and tell me how wrong I was for having Opinions and I finally told him that I just didn't fucking care. Because I don't. I'm not a person who is interested in political discussion. Ever. For any reason. I love listening to people's points of view, but it's also important to me for the speaker to be respectful to others while they explain. I prefer not to see the world in blacks and whites. And I refuse to be preached to by people who do. I can hardly spend more than a few hours at home anymore.
The problem is that they're my family and I love them. And because I can only spend a few hours at home once every couple of months without completely losing my mind, I feel like there's something wrong with me. What kind of a bitch am I? Why can't I fulfill my familial obligation? Why can't I smile and nod at their hate and their stubbornness and their rigidly simple world perspectives? And why don't I really want to be able to? I worry a lot about getting older and becoming ostracized because I'm never there and I'm not interested in the same things they are.
I have recently begun making plans to move to Portland, Oregon in the fall of 2012. It's something I had wanted to do years ago, but had to put off for several reasons. But now that I've made the decision I've been feeling a bit down about it all. Not the move really, because I need that, but about other things. I'll sometimes look around myself at Disney or at Universal or just out to dinner with my friends and think about how I'll be losing this. About how I'll never get to do some of these things again. But nine hours with my family pushed me firmly into being excited to leave. If I'm not close, I don't have to come home. That thought thrilled me. And then I thought about how awful it was of me to think about people I loved that way, which made me cry for twenty minutes over my frustrations with baking blueberry mini pies. (Because really, who cries over pie? Someone who's worried about something else, that's who.)
And that feeling? The way it spreads through my soul? That feeling stinks more than any amount of dirt or dust ever could.
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Date: 2010-12-27 08:26 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-12-27 09:03 pm (UTC)This post hits a lot of home. *hugs*
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Date: 2010-12-28 01:44 am (UTC)*snuggles*
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Date: 2010-12-28 04:25 am (UTC)*snuggles back*
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Date: 2010-12-28 04:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-27 09:13 pm (UTC)there's nothing wrong with you. you love them and you also have to look after your own psyche.
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Date: 2010-12-28 01:46 am (UTC)*smoosh*
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Date: 2010-12-27 09:25 pm (UTC)YOU ARE NOT CRAZY!!!
Sooner or later everyone realizes that they are either:
Type 1: The kind of person who wants to keep their family in their social circle forEVAR and insists on living nearby or visiting often, and probably has kids who make playdates with cousins once a week.
(I shouldn't judge, but...WTF, TYPE 1? Unless your family is freakin rad, I generally drift apart from these people.)
Type 2: Everyone else, who can stand about 2.5 hours in the company of either parent, maybe once a year, maybe a whole day in the company of a Cool Granny or Cool Uncle. Beyond that, and you wanna stick your head in the oven.
No joke: I realized it around age 26... wished it coulda been earlier to save me the time I spent making an effort. But here I am, 32, and I still struggle with whether or not I feel "up" for a visit every 3 or 4 years. Seriously, you gotta prioritize your own sanity.
IT IS MY MOTTO NOW. "Prioritize your own sanity."
Also, *hugs*
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Date: 2010-12-28 01:56 am (UTC)Heh. I was never going to be a Type 1. I have been leaving my whole life. Involved in too many clubs. Got my driver's license the minute I could. Moved away for school and never came back. And that makes it all sound horrible. My childhood wasn't bad. For the most part my parents were supportive of what I wanted to be and do. There were always some neuroses in the way they did things, but who doesn't have those?
I think prioritizing your sanity is the way to go! It's taken me a long time to make myself who I am. I need to hang on to it.
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Date: 2010-12-27 10:13 pm (UTC)Second off, I feel ya. I do. I lucked out in that my parents and I mostly get along, but I have a similar problem with my aunt's family. They've learned not to talk about politics around us, but they still spew racist and homophobic garbage at a near constant rate, and it's infuriating. Yes, it's my uncle and my cousins, and not my parents, but I still feel bad for not wanting to be around them.
Third off, I am loathe to speak ill of someone else's family, but it sounds like your dad is being intentionally provocative, insensitive, and adversarial, and I don't think anyone should have to feel bad about not wanting to be around someone who acts like that, no matter what the relationship. Especially someone as good-natured as you.
In short, you are NOT a terrible person, you are an awesome person, you are completely normal for feeling the way you do, and I can't wait until you're here, stealing my women and dragging me to weird events where people wear welding goggles and pocket watches.
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Date: 2010-12-28 02:41 am (UTC)For the most part I feel like I lucked out with my family, too. I have never wanted for love. I have always been clean and fed and clothed. They support me being me in all of the ways they know about. (There are several things I don't tell them for fear of the repercussions. Sometimes it's just better not to hurt people.) They paid for my college and my car. That's why it hurts me so much that I just can't be around them. I feel like I owe them more than I can give them as the person I am.
I just don't know how I came to be this person, and that's what is bothering me so much. It also frustrates me to see them doing the things that piss me off and recognizing who I used to be in them. I have tried for a long time to be more patient, more kind, more understanding, more sympathetic, and more open to new ideas. I react badly to their bad behavior because I know that has been me, could be me, if I didn't keep myself so aware of the wonders of the world I live in. I wish I could give my dad and brothers a good shaking and make them realize how ignorant and mean they sounded.
And I don't think anyone will argue with that assessment of my dad, not even my mom. When I was younger I was afraid of him. He was the one who yelled. The one who doled out punishments. The one who could make me feel so incredibly small for no reason. And the thing is, his dad was so much worse. From what I can gleam his dad was physically and mentally abusive to an nth degree and you can tell that my dad is struggling not to be that person. We weren't beaten or abandoned or neglected. But he also doesn't know how to be the dad that I think he wants to be, so he settles for being stubborn and crotchety and provocative as a way to remind us that he's the one in charge. That's what I think, anyway. I doubt he'd agree.
So yeah. I AM SO FULL OF ~FEELINGS. NO ONE KNOWS WHAT TO DO WITH THEM. Also, those weird events are going to be epic.
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Date: 2010-12-28 12:21 am (UTC)Where did you come from KL? Actually...my dad was raised by an extremely prejudiced woman and he is anything but. He did what you did--he moved away.
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Date: 2010-12-28 02:56 am (UTC)Honestly, I wish I could move my mother out of that house. We haven't always gotten along, but right now we're doing quite well in relation to each other, I feel. As well as we can do, anyway. I don't wish any of them ill, obviously, but for her I wish better.
I've inherited a lot of bad traits from the both of my parents--traits I've spent quite some time learning to overcome--but I've also inherited a sense of wonder in the world. I've developed the need to explore and create and BECOME, which I can sit here and blame on Sartre all day, but it had to have started somewhere before that for me to have so readily found myself at home with those concepts. Basically, it's not all bad, which is why I feel so badly about wanting to stay away. I feel like I owe them for all of the things they DID do for me, still do for me.
Being an autonomous person can be so confusing.
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Date: 2010-12-28 03:45 am (UTC)I get scared about doing new things just like anybody--esp. when it is foisted on me. (grrr) But I can't give up. I have done that too many times and now, good grief I am 48! And healthy and etc., if I don't do this now, there will be no more time. That's why I encourage you, and other friends tackling making changes happen in their lives. Nick. I don't want you guys to look back with regret, like I do. Heavy regret. :*(
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Date: 2010-12-28 01:12 am (UTC)you're not awful (i cannot bring myself to call you that other word, because you should never ever feel like that) for wanting to get away, especially when it's obvious that its a really negative environment for you to be in.
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Date: 2010-12-28 03:00 am (UTC)*pets* Thank you, but it's okay. I'm pretty capable of being a horrific little bitch. I try really hard not to be one, though. I think that's why it all irks me so much. I try really hard not to be rude to other people, and then I go home and get nothing but rudeness.
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Date: 2010-12-28 03:22 am (UTC)(sorry i had to! dumbledore!!)
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Date: 2010-12-28 03:06 am (UTC)The thing that complicates my feelings is that they take care of my material needs and always have. So I feel like I owe them for raising me and making sure I had all of the opportunities that could be afforded me. We've just never been an emotionally or physically close family, so even though we did all of these things together, it was as if we were all existing in our own little bubbles next to each other and never really inviting the others in. Or maybe that's just me. Maybe that's just how I am. Maybe that's why sometimes when I have conversations with people my partner and I are having two entirely different conversations and I'm too self-absorbed to realize it.
I am made up entirely of faults. And that's fine, most people are. I just wish I knew how to explain to them that the way they behave hurts me without coming off like I think I'm better than they are. Pfah.
Maybe distance is best if that's the only way you know how to be.
*snuggles tight*
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Date: 2010-12-28 02:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-28 03:20 am (UTC)And dude, I couldn't stand Bush as a person, but even with him I realized that a lot of what he was reacting to and dealing with was a long tail left by those before him. The decisions made in the government have lasting consequences. I get really, really frustrated when people talk about things Obama said in his campaign as if he's completely given on up them and is just being a two-faced douche. In my mind he is a man with good ideas who has come to realize the realities of his office. He doesn't have a magic wand. He can't make the government trundle along in a different way than it has been for so long.
I talk about how I don't have a head for politics, but when I say things like that my mother tells me that I probably understand more than I think I do. Of course, I can't say these things to my father. They don't placate him or make him think about things before he says them. His way is the Right way and lord help the person who doesn't agree. But yeah, I pretty much stopped listening to him ages ago. I can't decide if that's made it worse or not.
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Date: 2010-12-28 04:24 am (UTC)You're not failing in your familiar obligations. You are becoming more and more your own person and relating to them as an adult, not a child. Alas, they haven't cottoned on to this yet. They might not ever. Sometimes setting limits works, like: "I will come over so long as we do NOT discuss politics." But they might not even be aware they are doing it. I've found the best way to get along with my family is to disallow certain subjects and demonstrate that I am serious about it. Sometimes a firm foot engenders respect.
Anyway, I'm sorry this was hard for you. But you are definitely NOT alone in your experience. And since we don't really know each other as yet, feel free to take my words or tell me to mind my own! :)
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Date: 2010-12-28 04:59 pm (UTC)I have definitely started being more firm with them about all of it. I am all about opinions stated as opinions, but when you turn them into facts and then expect me to buy into them I tend to get a little titchy. And if sometimes they think I'm nothing more than an argumentative stick in the mud, then so be it. This whole autonomy thing is confusing! Also, insane.
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Date: 2010-12-28 05:41 am (UTC)The important thing, I think, is that you acknowledge that you love them. Now, for your own mental health, you have to acknowledge that you can't be around them and remain happy, but you still love them, and that's okay. There is nothing wrong with doing what you need. Give yourself some space, and don't feel too guilty. You have the right to take care of yourself.
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Date: 2010-12-28 05:08 pm (UTC)But yes! I've spent many, many years becoming the person I am. I want to be thoughtful and intelligent and open, and I do not have to spend my time with people who are not, regardless of how we're related. I think it's mainly all those grocery store commercials that make me feel guilty for not being one of those perfect family people. Also, it's probably a good thing I never want children. Heh.
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Date: 2010-12-28 06:13 am (UTC)Enjoy your pie, bb. ♥
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Date: 2010-12-28 07:17 pm (UTC)But you're right of course. We've grown, and since I plan on being a person who continues to grow my whole life, and they're clearly not, it's not a crime if I don't want to spend time with them. I wouldn't spend all of my time with friends who were stuck the way they had been years ago either.
Pie is always to be enjoyed!
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Date: 2010-12-29 02:04 am (UTC)I see my father around three hours once a year (this time of the year), and am always relieved when it is over.
I know he loves me, but I find it so stressful to be near him that I... I cannot be near him, you know?
*very tender robed embrace*
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Date: 2010-12-29 08:52 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2010-12-29 10:52 am (UTC)I saw the article a bit ago that showed fox news viewers were badly uninformed...I wish there were a known neutral or conservative place to publish that, since dad likely wouldn't trust HuffPo.
Portland and not having to visit sounds pretty ideal. Will the lack of sun there be tough on you after so many years of sun, or have you long been an enjoyer of less-sunny days? ;p
I'll certainly be a little more likely to be able to meet you there! I've not yet been, but keep planning to go. ;p
*HUGS*
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Date: 2010-12-29 08:58 pm (UTC)...which is something I could never say to my father without being accused of thinking I'm better than everyone.
And I'm not sure how I'll feel about the lack of sun! I like the sun, but I don't mind cloudy days. And I equate the sun with sweltering heat, which I definitely don't like. It'll be an interesting experiment. I just need to be somewhere else, you know? And if I don't like it there I don't like it there. I can always move back. :)
*smish*
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Date: 2010-12-29 09:25 pm (UTC)Political discussions suck.
I hope your Christmas, however, did not suck!