{"id":427,"date":"2019-10-05T09:29:58","date_gmt":"2019-10-05T13:29:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jrolik.caludin.com\/?p=427"},"modified":"2019-10-04T09:30:58","modified_gmt":"2019-10-04T13:30:58","slug":"soulful-saturday-family-frenzy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jrolik.caludin.com\/index.php\/2019\/10\/05\/soulful-saturday-family-frenzy\/","title":{"rendered":"Soulful Saturday: Family Frenzy"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Hihi! How\u2019s it going guys? Today, I want to talk about something very serious- after all, it\u2019s Soulful Saturday! So, with a confident boosting ally, I have decided to talk about something very difficult for me to deal with\u2026 My family.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For those of you not in the know, my mother left me when I was about eight years old. Before she left, though, my relationship with my father was kind of rocky. If you look at us now, you\u2019d never believe it- but, I was actually scared of my dad when I was a kid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Why would I be scared of my father, you might ask? Well, for starters, he yelled a lot. When you have overly sensitive ears, loud people aren\u2019t exactly people you want to be close to. It was 99% of the time towards my mother, as well. And that wasn\u2019t the only thing I heard in their bedroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I heard fights. Physical fights. Because I grew up in an age where it was always assumed the woman was in danger of the man, I assumed my father was hurting my mother. Now, my mother did hurt me quite a bit as a child- mentally. She was never really emotionally available, and she neglected me quite a bit. But still, she was the one who was regularly home. My father had to work some hard hours depending on the job he was consulting on. So, the idea that my dad was hitting my mom stuck in my mind and scared me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Here\u2019s the catch, though. Dad never laid a hand on my mom. It was the opposite way around. My mother was the one attacking my dad. And this was just the first female role model I had that turned out to be messed up in this god forsaken family of mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If you read my Thursday post, you know I spent some time living with my grandparents due to my father needing neck surgery. By that time, my mother had been out of my life for a few years- and I\u2019d gotten to actually know my father, and we became fairly close once I realized he wasn\u2019t the scary monster I envisioned. But my grandparents were also pieces of work. My grandfather taught me where dad\u2019s yelling came from. My grandmother yelled a fair bit too, usually at one of the men in the house. Grandma\u2019s idea of boundaries was virtually non-existent. She\u2019d walk in my room without knocking, keep the door open when she was on the toilet, etc. But that\u2019s not why she bothers me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My grandmother was a social worker. Her office was across from my bedroom- but the important part is she was a social worker, after retiring from nursing for a state-run hospital. She knew all sorts of stuff about medical and mental health issues. Her problem was accepting anyone in our family wasn\u2019t perfectly healthy. Whenever it came up that I had mental health issues, as were diagnosed by my doctors, my grandmother would deny it being possible and say I had bad doctors. In some cases, I did have bad doctors- but it wasn\u2019t because of diagnosing me. That\u2019s not here or there, though.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My grandmother has always had this idea that she\u2019s perfect and everyone around her has to think the same way she does. She\u2019s always been narcissistic, especially in the aspect she treated anything that made me different like it didn\u2019t matter or exist. She didn\u2019t think it anything interesting that I talked to the trees- she just assumed I was lonely, not psychotic. Everything had a way simpler, wrong answer. And that\u2019s just the beginning of my issues with her since she got Alzheimer’s (and refuses to accept it, obviously). But I wanted you to get a glimpse into how I was raised.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now, to do this right, I need to tell you about a few more people that have come in and out of my life family-wise. My dad\u2019s youngest sister, AKA my youngest aunt, took me in for six months during middle school. It was while my father was in and out of comas from blood ammonia he didn\u2019t know he had to worry about, exacerbated by his new allergy to corn. When it was decided by myself and my aunt we\u2019d go through with the idea of living together for a while, my grandma and aunt both told me they\u2019d take care of talking to my dad about it. Know when he found out? The day of the court hearing to adjust custody so that my aunt could legally be my guardian when I moved in with her in California.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now, a few things about my aunt: She had an eating disorder when she was young, became a doctor, and had a knack for schedules. Her idea for me was that she\u2019d set me up with a full schedule so that I\u2019d just be a little adult doing all I had to do and that was it. She didn\u2019t understand I was an early teen, who needed attention and time to herself alike. She took my phone away so I couldn\u2019t talk to my dad, who worried like hell because of it. She wanted me fully immersed in my new, busy life. And I appreciate her efforts, and some of it was really fun! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

But really, she wasn\u2019t someone who knew how to take care of a mentally ill teenager. The \u2018therapist\u2019 she brought me to should\u2019ve been helpful, but instead my aunt turned it into family therapy where she just told the psychiatrist all the things I needed to change and he just told me to do them without listening to me at all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After I hit my rebellious phase and my aunt realized she had bitten off more than she could chew, I was sent back to New Jersey\u2026 and within a couple years of my dad and I moving out of my grandma\u2019s place, things with his older sister got a little out of hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In middle school, I\u2019d been in a group for kids with divorced parents. I continued it in High School. I found it really helpful and so, when we were asked people we think it could help, I mentioned my cousin, whose mother was getting divorced just recently. (By the way, the ex-husband is the uncle that sexually harassed me to the point I won\u2019t go to grandma\u2019s if he\u2019s possibly there). <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now, my eldest aunt was someone I admired when I was young. She liked to say she was my second mother, and I was all for it since I saw my cousins, especially the one closest to my age, as siblings. I\u2019d sometimes call him big brother, even! But that divorce was just the start of my aunt going a little crazy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My aunt and cousin heard about the fact that I, in a confidential group, shared that the divorce was happening. I saw how it affected my cousin, who would come to my room crying and trying to understand the feelings inside- he knew I\u2019d had them once before, so he knew I\u2019d be able to be there for him with understanding. But the moment I mentioned him in that group, my aunt and cousin lost their minds. I don\u2019t know who mentioned to him that I\u2019d recommended it, but clearly confidentiality was blurred. But the chaos with this part of the family doesn\u2019t end there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One day, still during high school, I was at home having my in-home therapy session for the week. Then, all the sudden, I heard a ton of yelling from our front door. My dad had offered to give her a present of something like 400 bucks for home depot on a gift card- but she demanded, quite strongly, that he give her way more than that. She was broke, or so she claimed (we found out later she\u2019d hit grandma up for way more money just before this!). She wouldn\u2019t leave us alone until dad gave her another card. When she left, I had a panic attack\u2026 She was yelling a lot, and it scared me. After that happened, we started to distance ourselves from her- mostly because the moment she and my dad get in the same room now, sparks fly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019ve since seen my aunt, but to be honest, I don\u2019t feel comfortable around her even when dad isn\u2019t around. I went to her house earlier this year because, as I found out, my second oldest cousin who\u2019d been living in Israel moved right down the street from my aunt, and their kids often were at my aunt\u2019s house to play. I went there to see my brother-like cousin, who I\u2019d since gotten through the hardships with, and to meet my cute second cousins. My aunt made me nervous, but she was fairly tame. Without my dad there, there was no arguments about the stealing that happened- I didn\u2019t dare to mention it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have plenty of other stories about the craziness in my family, but I don\u2019t want to numb your eyes or mind. Perhaps next week, I can continue to tell you these tales of my youth, of my family. If that\u2019d interest you, let me know!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Normally I\u2019d prompt you guys to comment your own stories, but today\u2019s is pretty personal and I don\u2019t want to push anyone on it. So today\u2019s prompt is just what I said before. Should I continue to share about my family? I have plenty more material where this comes from! Well then, until next time!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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