Monday, November 7, 2016

Odd Man Out: When Your The Only Non Trump Supporter In The Family

I wrote a very different post about how sad and heartbroken I felt after a recent family clam steam when I realized that Donald Trump changed the landscape of my every day life.  I talked about how my normally peaceful little family was now all about using phrases such as those little black kids and those Indians and keep those Mexicans and Muslims out!  I talked about the struggle my cousin is enduring as she bemoans not being able to use "the N word" around me or the word midget around her sister who has a dwarf son. I noted how insane it is that in just one year, this horrible human being has made hate hip again.




And it's not that all of that has suddenly stopped upsetting me or keeping me awake all the hours of the night with constant nightmares.  I still feel all the tension and nervousness.  I'm no less upset.

But I'm scratching that long post anyway.  I don't want to let those conversations play over and over in my brain and on this blog.  I will never convince them to be for the environment, for LGBTQ rights, for women's rights, for human rights, for healthcare, or for anything else.  We are never going to see eye to eye.  




It's hard to make peace with that.  It's hard to hug someone who has known me since birth and realize they will never vote for you to have the same rights and privileges as them.  And I guess it must be hard on their end to hug me back knowing we just have such opposite view points.  I'm not good at letting stuff go and this has been eating at me.

But I don't want to live in this internal turmoil any longer.  I'm not in a healthy headspace.  I can't hold on to this sadness.  

We only get one family in life and like so many others, mine is diverse in viewpoints.  We will love each other, even if we don't always like each other's opinions.  

So onward and upward.  From now on, I am going to focus on more positive things.  There's a lot more going on in this big, beautiful world than this toxic election.  

Crossing my fingers and hitting my yoga mat hard tonight...

XOKK

4 comments:

MWH said...

I hate it when I hear people commenting that being PC is killing the US. Being PC is being kind. Why is that hard?

Landlocked Mermaid said...

I feel so similar and am in the same exact position with my family . I was raised hearing all of those words and still hear them when I am home. You are brave to write this . Most people just hide the shame and never talk about it . but we need to be the ones that break that awful cycle. We won't let our children speak that way and we won't do that either. You are the kinder soul and that is why your heart huts. It will be over soon and get to the yoga mat xoxo love you xox o

Landlocked Mermaid said...

I feel so similar and am in the same exact position with my family . I was raised hearing all of those words and still hear them when I am home. You are brave to write this . Most people just hide the shame and never talk about it . but we need to be the ones that break that awful cycle. We won't let our children speak that way and we won't do that either. You are the kinder soul and that is why your heart huts. It will be over soon and get to the yoga mat xoxo love you xox o

Tracey Renfro said...

I am constantly amazed at the capacity of the human heart to love people that we don't even like. I love certain members of my family whose views and beliefs are so foreign to me that I would not even consider being friends with them in non-family life. I choose to ignore that they are homophobic, believe birth control is of-the-devil, believe the man is always right and that women should be barefoot, pregnant, in-the-kitchen, and home-schooling with no place of importance/responsibility in business or church. They are my family and I truly love them but it is probably a good thing we only see each other a few times a year.
PS, this has nothing to do with politics, you blog post just made me think of it.

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