I've had this same guilt every time I come home ever since I think I left for the first time in college.
I love my parents and my family, but it seems like such a poor fit of personalities between actually all 6 of us in the household that I'm surprised we haven't had a breakdown yet. I like seeing them for about one day before I'm like strongly depressed in dallas. usually if I have other cousins or people around we all make it work, but just the 6 of us is mentally acidic for all of us.
Me peaceloving INFP, mom ISFP, dad ESTJ, shin ENTJ, ba strict ESFJ, kk idek but abused in general.
My dad means well but all he does is lecture. He thinks if we do everything perfect that will somehow make up for the large amount of judgement and anxiety that fill his mind. I feel like im being talked "at" instead of in a 2 person conversation.
My mom is very loving, but the stress of working/living with my dad makes her pretty strung out. She does her best to make us feel good but I think our love languages are mismatched and it makes it hard for me to feel close to her. Shes definitely a strong sensor, and will not talk about ideas with me. She doesn't have much interesting to talk about that I find interesting, and I don't have much that she finds interesting. Even though she would be the mostly likely in our family I could talk about emotions with, it doesn't happen. We don't talk about emotions in this house. I still feel betrayed that one time I was hanging out with bhavil, priya, darshan in austin. Mom brought up that priya was pretty. I thought so too. But i had the feeling bhavil and priya had a connection when we hung out. I brought that up. My mom told me to man up.
shin is cool. Since we're both american born, very american indians we relate the most and can talk about a lot of stuff. But even when i like people, it takes me like a few days to get comfortable with them again before we can have our heart to hearts. And I don't see shin anymore since she's so busy saving lives. We also have pretty different lives/values. She's a good fit for american society and i'm really not. we sometimes don't get each other. The atmosphere of distrust in the house also pervaded into our relationship. we will actually not talk about anything like dating, partying, drugs because we need the plausible deniability in case our parents ask.
the language barrier between my grandparents and me really hurts sometimes. I feel like theres a lot we could talk about but I just can't form complete gujarati sentences. I feel like sometimes im missing out on a lot of wisdom from them. I love ba but the way she treats kk sometimes really hurts me. i know they didn't have parenting books and research in their village in india but still. whenever I hear her chain of aggressive coughing and when she talks about a normal mobility move she can’t do anymore, it makes me wonder why we even live this long. Why not go out with a bang. but she is always glad to see me and can carry the conversation so im grateful for that. I hope she's happy or at least gets her happiness soon.
Im always wondering about kamlesh kaka. i can tell hes not happy. I just remembered today he has no friends or confidantes either. hes probably very lonely. but its not like we can talk to each other about our feelings. Even though we both understand gujarati, neither of us can speak it. I think we would find that we are pretty similar if we had the chance to get to know one another. I wonder what it would have been like to have another uncle and another set of cousins.
I just told zahra this but i often feel lonelier at home than i do in my apartment by myself since parth is probably gone with drithi somewhere. in my apartment, i understand and can see myself so that's 100%, but here its about 20%. I don't think dallas will ever be home for me. Unless me, shin, nidhi, abhi, isha, shyamal, suhani are all here too.
I wonder if the others feel the same way I do. I have a feeling they do but maybe it’s subconscious or maybe they push it away out of guilt like I do. I think my dad is the one that others push away the most because he shows his care in a way that irritates the rest of us. I wonder if he ever thinks what it would be like if he had a family that shows him love and appreciation in the way he wanted. Knowing him, the thought is probably there hidden in the waves of his other worries.