Crimson wrote:Blood relations are overrated, they are like patriotism on a smaller scale.
At first I just thought this was funny, but I think it's funny because it's so true.
I suspect that most people are so into their families because those relationships are supposed to be based on "unconditional" love and acceptance. No matter what you do or say, you can always go home again. No matter what happens to you, you can be cared for and aided by your family in your time of need. If you're upset or in jail, you can call your folks or your siblings at 3 in the morning and be assured they won't tell you to ###$ off (unless you're a troublemaker and they are practicing "tough love"). It's a form of help by last resort. You family should never turn their back on you (in theory). Then you have your own children, and you take care of them so they'll take care of you when you get old. It's not about liking your family as it is about loving them no matter what so everyone gets their needs met. I guess they act like a safety net for most people, just like religion. Maybe it comforts people in that way. So you have to put in your time and invest in that relationship, just like you do in friendships because they'll always help you (again in theory).
Although I do think that most people actually like their family or members of their family, so that the above is just subconscious.
I think that the reason that I'm schizoid or have schizoid traits is because I've never had that feeling with my family (or been able to connect with anyone at all actually). I was largely ignored by my folks (plus they weren't supportive at all) and my brothers spent a lot of time abusing me in various ways. I rarely saw much of any of my extended family. As a result, I have absolutely no feelings for any of them. I've always taken care of myself pretty much and I'm not sure how I would even go about switching that off enough to be the least bit dependent on anyone.
I don't think I was always like this. I think when I was really really young, I loved my folks (perhaps I didn't know any better). Then I turned about five or six and grew out of it based on the sheer dysfunctional-ness of it all. I still kept up appearences because of the reasons I listed above, until the one time that I really really did need help when I was in college (needed to be admitted into a treatment center for alcohol/eating disorder/depression) and they didn't help. Long story. After that I saw absolutely no reason anymore to continue wasting my time with them, if they wouldn't be there if I needed them and I got nothing emotionally from them.
My therapist asked me in our first or second session "What sort of relationship would you like to have with your parents?" I didn't understand the question. I guess she thought I'd blabber on about wishing they'd be...supportive? loving? When I talked about my brother she asked me if I felt betrayed. I guess normal people would feel that way...would want more out of the relationship with their parents or would feel like some relationship boundaries had been broken. I felt nothing. I honestly don't care. I'm just glad I don't have to live with them or deal with them. I only call my folks because they are paying off my student loans. If it weren't for that, I would never call them or visit.
Incidently, the few people I've told about my relationship with my parents (and the long story) seem to think they are awful parents and can't believe that they wouldn't help me out when I needed it the most. It even angered my best friend's parents. They wanted to help me when my own parents wouldn't. So, I think there are levels that I don't exactly get or never learned, since so many other people stare at me blankly when I talk about that sort of stuff. It makes me wonder if I'm schizoid or perhaps something else since maybe my home life sucked worse than I thought and perhaps it made me a bit nutty.
I often wonder if there is still time...not with my family, but just within a romantic relationship setting. Not likely though.