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[palominocorn]

A fun (/s) way in which my parents and siblings abused me was by nitpicking everything I said.

So if I complained "ugh, it's freezing outside" they would check the temperature, and if it was actually 2 °C they would yell at me for being wrong and lying to them and why was I such a horrible idiot and liar?

I'm not sure what their intent was, but the end result was that I don't speak to them and also I tend to overexplain. "It's freezing, okay, I don't know that it's actually freezing, but it feels extremely cold and the puddles outside are all frozen so I guess it has to be freezing."

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[palominocorn]

Oh, I can relate - I can trace my own damage back five generations on my father's side of the family.

I'm sorry that you got this mess instead of the loving parental relationship you should've gotten as a kid.

[yvannairie]

Likewise. I appreciate the sympathy and I'm glad me and mom have managed to reform that relationship. I'd say I'd wish you the same but like frankly I Do Not -- in fact, I'm kinda at "fistfight Mino's entire extended family" -- so I'm sparing my vibes for positive future relationships for you instead.

[palominocorn]

My extended family does have several perfectly decent people I have cordial relationships with (my mother's two siblings, their kids, and their kids). They don't come up much because "I had a nice conversation with my cousin about knitting and food, then my nephew came to the call and asked me a million questions about the US" isn't something I feel the need to talk about.

[yvannairie]

Oh, that's actually super relieving to hear. I don't talk to any of my family on any side, pretty much, except occasionally my queer cousin, and that's so she knows she's not alone.