Is your family accepting?

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I've mention family issues in previous post before that isn't this not today. My therapist says 1 out of 100 or 2 out of 200 will understand how I think since I think differently. For me that's hard to swallow. WP friend,WP friend,Therapist uh so (using the 100 idea) that's 3 out of 300!! !! I have 7 people in my immediate family and EACH has some issue (has made remarks etc.) Some trait/quirk/something I do upsets them. If it's not a trait today I do something tomorrow not a day goes by I don't upset my family usually.

How do you accept your family NOT understanding you? Other WP posts ask about family accepting or not but I would like to know HOW you accept it? I want family to accept me not just 2 WP friends and my therapist!!

I keep my distance from them. They don't see me and I don't see them. Real easy.

Maybe because my autism was more severe my family has always been very
accepting and supportive. That's parents, grandparents, aunt uncle and especially cousin.
The rest of the family kinda act like I am a leper i guess.

Dont really have any family, so now. they arent accepting, my father sides are mostly alchoholics.

And well my mothers side, they are rich and dont understand, i think im the only one in the entire generation that doesnt have high school and or above degree and such. So obviously im the stupid sheep. i can accept that, i mean i know im not to bright.

So basically when my mother dies, there isnt any family alive for me. Probably also for the best. Not like i choose to be born like this, if i had the choice, i think i would have chosen not to.

But isnt it mostly the case, because cant accept what they dont understand., not that i will say that i understand it at all.

Last edited by loner1984 on 09 Jan 2014, 10:41 pm, edited 1 time in total.

This, except I see them every few months. With my mom, it's almost like this wall of denial where it can't even be brought up. I feel like an absolute heel for it, but I am a little jealous of the support for my ADHD nephew, and even my deaf brother a little. My mom and sister are dynamos for their support, and I feel shunted when they shy away from even trying to understand my pov sometimes. Not that I expect it at this point in my life, but it would be nice.

My mother has never been a big believer in mental health issues (despite herself suffering untreated PTSD...), and my father is fairly accepting of my differences, though just today I moved out of his house due to issues I've been facing with my fairly-NT stepmom and family.

My family is very supportive and accepting, although it took time for them to understand that what I have is real, and I really have it. I now stim and do not get nit picked on. They understand my sensory things and need for closed captioning even though my "hearing" is fine (Central Auditory Processing problems).

Getting tests done with a psych that had documented results on how my brain function deviates from the norm helped.

I've never really felt that my family truly accepted me. My parents pounded fear into my head every time I mentioned anything about my childhood and adolescent special interests. My mum tried the same trick on me again that week I stayed with my parents in the October of 2009. I was stupid enough to think and hope my parents were going to love and accept me and congratulate me for deciding to be myself again. I got the opposite and my mum threatened to put me in the hospital because she felt that I was watching too many Kinks videos on YouTube. She told me I was the worse she's ever seen me and all I did was listen to The Kinks since I got to there place. She said that she didn't know how to help me. She could have helped me by making me feel welcome, wanted and accepted. I went back to my place two days earlier than I planned, because I felt that my mum didn't even want me there, nor was she ready, willing and able to accept me. She still wasn't ready, willing and able to accept me when I told her that Pete Quaife passed away in the June of 2010. "Rain Man! They're old! People don't last forever!" Go listen to Top 40 with your favourite daughter than! That some decade that I've been living in for most of my life is my special interest except for the earliest and latest parts of it. You don't take an Aspie's special interest away from them, or else they'll feel lost and confused.

My dad and sister weren't thrilled to have an anachronism in their family and they said nasty things about my differences the summer that I was going into Grade 11. I've decided that my family weren't worth talking to for the next two years. I went the other way and I was a hippie for the next two years out of spite and anger towards the decade/gender police.

I've never been close to my extended family but since my daughter's diagnosis even my siblings rarely communicate to me...it's almost as if I've been carefully lowered into the "too hard basket".

Nobody has time for people who are of little use. A world of social climbers.

it is not just family. people in general have the ability to be big, fat, toxic, dinkuses. some people for some reason, or should I say ALOT of people for some reason just are not going to be happy (or whatever you want to call it)?????). unless they complain about something, or tell people what they don't like (as if it is really that important what they think, and how they feel). sometimes it is nice to not be bothered by those pesty bees, loose any empathy I might have about their superimportant behavior about how they feel, ask them if they are picking on me, tell them that I don't really care, especially because their attitude stinks really really bad, and if I had a choice, I would not be them... because I'm me... I don't expect anyone to understand. by the way, since they are soo important, and it matters soo much what they think, and how they feel. if they don't like something I say, or do, they can take it up with the president of the united states of america. and that of course is when those toxic people pee in your shampoo bottle, or something worse. maybe they will find something else wrong with you, so they can point it out to everyone. who knows. the joys of family. people say you cannot pick your family. however they can be disowned.

My mother is fine with how I am.

My sister treats me better now as an adult due to having a child with AS herself (him and me are far closer in behavior than anyone else, barring another with an ASD).

My dad is gone (no idea where, and I don't care), but he wasn't all that understanding of my mental problems back in the day.

My family is very understanding and accepting. They'd always been understanding even before I told them about my diagnosis of ASD. They must have always thought I'm a difficult, neurotic, inflexible kind of person with few friends but rather than disliking me for that, they seemed to always worry about me. I'm talking about my parents and siblings. I don't really know my extended family.

My parents have always been very supportive towards me and are willing to help me achieve my goals in life. My mother even studied an Autism course with the University of Birmingham via distance learning in order to better understand the autistic spectrum. My sister has also been keen to include me in social gatherings and other events she is taking part in and I do sometimes accept and enjoy those occasions. So I'd say I'm quite lucky to have close family who are very understanding of me.

No, my family are not accepting they tried to gaslight me for 36 years into believing I had a disability that I didn't have. That was way before Asperger syndrome was in my vocabulary. I went to the worst school possible. My dad was a filthy child beater who regularly beat me for the most trivial things and was always banging on about discipline which after these years I have no ability for forgive because I had too much discipline which taught me hat and fear rather than respect and right from wrong that was from 1974. I as bullied by my brothers and sister who were preferred to me. They thought I was an embarrassment, Why? I don't know. I know I had a misdiagnosis of a severe learning disability back in 1967. A doctor alleged I had brain damage which I didn't have and I treated like a non person by my family since. My family used to yell at me a lot and moan about the effects of sensory overload because likely they have brain damage hence can cope with being shouted at. Anyone who hasn't experienced that, I feel pain from that like being cut and putting salt into the wound but I don't begrudge. It just reminds me of what I missed and having that rammed down my throat. When I was a teenager I developed an interest in Organic chemistry which I became very good at. My mum said to people that it was a symptom of 'brain damage'. She doesn't know what he was on about because she hasn't got the intelligence. I was not given affection after 1974 when I dropped eye contact with her because that is inappropriate behaviour since I was 7 going on 8 when a neurotypical child learns to do without affection. If I done any good it was just taken for granted. There should have been time travel so a physicist could go back to 1966 and rescue the baby me and drop me off with a new loving family in 1990. But unfortunately the chance of that is about the same as Preston North End Winning the UEFA Champions League. Zero