Wow Cierra, good on you for your journey. It is no small thing to unpackage yourself. To question your core beliefs. Writing seems to be a helpful medium, but to whom do you share?! I've had seasons doing this, badly. More anesthesia than growth. (not through writing, though) I found it was more me trying to learn myself and to be more assertive for those things I was learning. Just paying attention to your own takes and setting boundaries and space for yourself.
Funny you should mention this topic. There are certain things about myself that I don't discuss with my mother's side of the family, religion and sexuality being the main topics. They're rather Christian, and I'm a Witch. Nuff said!
I could bring these topics up, but I'm not that close to them to begin with, and I choose my battles carefully, especially taking my Long Covid into consideration. It's something of a "Don't ask, don't tell" situation, and I'm perfectly fine with that. Their eyes can pop out of their sockets once I'm dead and gone, provided any of them outlive me. (I'm on the tail end of the "baby boom, with only two main cousins younger than I am. There is the mess of second cousins, though.)
Wow Cierra, good on you for your journey. It is no small thing to unpackage yourself. To question your core beliefs. Writing seems to be a helpful medium, but to whom do you share?! I've had seasons doing this, badly. More anesthesia than growth. (not through writing, though) I found it was more me trying to learn myself and to be more assertive for those things I was learning. Just paying attention to your own takes and setting boundaries and space for yourself.
Funny you should mention this topic. There are certain things about myself that I don't discuss with my mother's side of the family, religion and sexuality being the main topics. They're rather Christian, and I'm a Witch. Nuff said!
I could bring these topics up, but I'm not that close to them to begin with, and I choose my battles carefully, especially taking my Long Covid into consideration. It's something of a "Don't ask, don't tell" situation, and I'm perfectly fine with that. Their eyes can pop out of their sockets once I'm dead and gone, provided any of them outlive me. (I'm on the tail end of the "baby boom, with only two main cousins younger than I am. There is the mess of second cousins, though.)