by Nadia Ghanny

Created on: May 09, 2011   Last Updated: May 10, 2011

Ever had the feeling that you were just odd, unique and really didn’t fit in to the household, which you were born in?  Maybe not you specifically reading this but someone you know or then again it could be you specifically reading this.  I thought I was the only one who felt semi disconnected from my clan yet after googling “being born into the wrong family” to my amazement there were an enormous amount of information displayed on my CRT about people feeling this same putrid feel that I sometimes have.

Above I use the word “semi-disconnected” this is because there are times that I feel I belong and that I am truly an integral part of my kin.  Yet more times than others I feel disconnected and unique on so many different levels. Why is this? Do I just have a different perspective than they do? Am I somehow a lot more observant of life including their idiosyncrasies?  Am I a lot more inherently attuned to people’s not so good ways and additionally sensitive to their negative personas? 

Whatever the reason being it cannot be hidden any longer since it’s something, which I have grown adapted to.  The negative auras from people and the very thoughts, which somehow seem to emanate from them.  This is my family, dysfunctional to some degree; in fact I have no problem stating that fact, since Psychologists stated that 85% of our families are dysfunctional to some degree.  Now that you have heard this, your family doesn’t appear to be unique after all, we all somehow fall into the same threshold in one shape or form.

This is not to say that I do not love my kin, I very much do I am even writing a book in dedication to them for the impact they have had on my life as it stands today “successful.”  Yet I cannot help but restrain myself from stating the bare true facts and that is some of my kin are “ignorant, heartless and cold.” Why do I say this, well I have had experiences in each one of those “adjectives,” which I mentioned above.   One example comes to mind when I think about “disconnectedness” of my family and extended relatives, I am adopted since I was approximately nine days old.  One would think this somehow warrants the child one of the members of the family, a close bond being I am only days old.  Yet at 45 years old I am still reminded how I  "adopted I am" and other relatives still

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