Ever since I found my family, I’ve been trying to get back into the family.
I have failed. I’m not actively trying right now, but I think about it everyday. I try and figure out how to do it. How to make their minds and hearts open, and allow me inside.
It has happened with a few kinsmen. Three have welcomed me with open arms, flaws and all. They understand the pain and anger, sympathize and know they are not responsible for causing or fixing it. They know it’s part of me, and are willing to take me on anyway. It’s a wonderful blessing.
I don’t use blessing in the religious sense, as I do not believe in a god who rules the world. A blessing, a mitzvah, a good thing in the universe.
They are on my mothers side, only. The wild side. My fathers family says Mom’s family was terrible. Things too horrible to even talk about. It’s all true.
But somehow, my good, good father, from his good, good family managed to get together with this bad, bad family, and create me.
I think if I could only get them to understand, that I’m just normal, not a sick person who is out to get them. But the more you try, the more like a sick psycho you appear, so its better to back off.
They say that I show, by my actions, that I don’t want to be part of the family. I guess I do, but it’s really a defense mechanism. I want to be loved so bad, but I have to seem cold and hard, so they can’t see how their rejection hurts. It comes off looking cold.
My family actually had some sort of sit down, or at least phone chain or something, where they all decided to cut all contact with me. This is my father’s family, the good guys. Pillars of the community, grand marshals in the town parade, all around good, nay, great citizans. This is what they have decided is best, for dealing with me. Best for them, mostly. Best for me, definitely not.
I send baby gifts to my cousins, when they have children. I want them to know that babies are wonderful things, and to think about me, and love me despite what happened to me. But I never know if the gifts are received, and they probably think I’m crazy for sending them.
Imagine being shunned by your kin! And for what?
If there’s anyone out there who reads this, what do you think I should do? I love sending baby gifts. I’m so happy to know who my family is, even from afar. I can’t forget about them and go on with my life. I do go on with my life, all the time. How does one not? I get up everyday, just like everyone else. I have a job, and live in a big house with 5 other people. I cook dinner and pay the bills and run a busy house,and work full time. I do a decent job at both. I’ve seen a few therapists, but they haven’t been able to help me. I think it’s because there is nothing wrong with me, I just feel a certain way about things, and that’s it. There is no evidence of mental illness.
Should I just disappear, completely and leave these good people in peace, or continue to send gifts, and leave flowers on my grandparents graves from time to time, to let them know I’m still out here, trying to connect?
I think I know the answer, disappear. Stop beating a dead horse. They will never, ever accept you, no matter who you are. They cannot admit that they may have been wrong. It’s against family law. I am outside of family law. It does not matter how I feel about it.