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What do you feel you were most persecuted for by family and friends?

Asked by SQUEEKY2 (23403points) October 15th, 2016

For Mrs Squeeky and myself it was our choice not to have children.
I know others it was their political views.
For others their religious views.
Some for not following certain career paths.
What is your story?

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CWOTUS's avatar

I was prosecuted, not persecuted, for just causes, for the most part.

JLeslie's avatar

Only by a couple of family members I was/am put down for not doing more with my career.

My father drives me crazy that I don’t read books, and he constantly suggests books, he constantly talks about books.

Otherwise, my family doesn’t really hassle me.

cinnamonk's avatar

Existing.

I was the scapegoat child.

Seek's avatar

Family: Intelligence. I had this awful habit of reading books and, as a result, knowing stuff about things.

Friends: um, I dunno. Nothing really.

Espiritus_Corvus's avatar

I wouldn’t exactly call it persecution, but my Swedish MIL had it in for me from the git-go. I liked her, but that didn’t make any difference. She was stout old hen and a very good, protective mother. She was an impeccable, imperious manager of her household, played the organ in the beautiful, 300 year-old village church and belonged to all the local women’s social clubs, improvement societies and any ad hoc charity that popped up. She certainly brought my wife up to be a wonderful, intelligent and compassionate person.

But I married her favorite daughter—a very gifted girl. A few years earlier, her eldest daughter eloped with a German, a great guy who became one of my best friends, a man who eventually became something like the American equivalent of Dan Rather for German national news on station ZDF in Germany. My MIL wasn’t about to let that happen again. She envisioned her elderly years surrounded by her children and theirs and theirs, preferably all Swedish.

She never spoke to me and, not knowing enough about me to know that I eventually mastered the language enough to understand even her northern accent, she would talk about me to other in-laws when I was in the same room. She said awful things. But it had no effect. They were good people.

“When are you going to shake this American?” She would ask in exasperation. “They are all racists and drug addicts, you know. They are always at war with somebody. They are such pigs! There is nothing good about them. Give him time and he will show you his true colors!”

She never let up. But my FIL made up for all of it. He never apologized for his wife’s words, but I would never demand that of him. Good men don’t do ever ask that of other men. It was never mentioned. He was a fine old man, a tall, thn, calm, quiet man, the stationmaster of the his village railroad station. He had been with the Statens Järnvägar (Swedish State Railways) since he was 14 and could remember the long years when young Nazi soldiers were quietly transported on his railroad in crowded passenger cars with the window blinds fastened down so his countrymen would see them; transported from various Swedish seaports cross-country to German occupied Norway during the War. He told great jokes and, like many men, always dreamed of going to sea, but was held back the responsibilities of family. So, I, in turn, told him of my adventures on the Baltic in the Swedish Merchant Marine. When I ran out of stories, I just made more, or borrowed some from other seamen who swapped me theirs. I never let the old man down.

My MIL’s grandfather was the bastard son of a local baronial family, the result of a young baron’s liaison with a housemaid. She was a great believer in pedigree and raised her daughters to be cultured and well read, not to marry American peasants. But her warnings had no affect and we moved 600 kilometers south, so I escaped most of her vehemence. But we always came for dinner at the holidays. I insisted. I like family traditions.

When she died ten years into our marriage, my wife immediately revealed to me her wish to experience America. It shocked me because she never once hinted that she would like to live there. She, like myself, wanted to honor the old woman’s wishes for as long as she lived. So, we moved to the US and both became nurses—something the country desperately needed at the time.

snowberry's avatar

@Espiritus_Corvus that was an awesome story!

I was persecuted by my hubby and church for not thinking as I was instructed to think. I left that crowd, but kept the husband, who eventually left also.. He never realized how bad they were until we left.

And yet I’m still a Christian. I never “threw out the baby with the bath water” because I didn’t blame God when religious people sometimes do bad things.

JLeslie's avatar

I wasn’t even thinking of the inlaws. That was a great story @Espiritus_Corvus.

My MIL must think I’m awful for agreeing with her ex-SIL on various things. Like, when her granddaughter wanted her dad to pay for an apartment just for her, and the dad rejected paying $1500 a month rent while she was attending college. I already was annoyed she wouldn’t be living in a dorm, let alone this high rent for an apartment, and I didn’t think she would like being alone. He was willing to pay $1k, so I said, “if she wants to live alone she can get a job for the balance.” I’m pretty sure they thought me terrible.

After they all called the dad an unloving horrible dad for a few months, my niece (the granddaughter) got a job and got her apartment. When the lease was up a year later she moved to a two bedroom, moved in with a friend, because she didn’t really like being alone, and she could save some money splitting the rent with someone.

I have more than one example of me being the crass, uncooth, or I’d even say peasant, American, in their eyes (which basically would translate to typical middle class American) and they wind up coming around. I think maybe because I have more experience being a middle class American, it’s not that I am better or smarter, they just have trouble with the cultural adjustment. They would never see it that way. They don’t believe in cultural differences as an explanation for anything. In their defense there are some things I have learned and adopted from them.

Some other things I can be looked down on by them: being barefoot in the house, wearing pajamas to breakfast, wanting to blend in most of the time by not wearing flashy jewelry and not driving a flashy car. That’s just a few.

The Gringa. I never hear them call me that, but I certainly hear them talk about Gringos. As a side note, the dad in the story above is Italian.

canidmajor's avatar

@CWOTUS: Your family and/or friends instituted legal proceedings against you? Tough room.

My set of social ideologies differs dramatically from that of my family of origin. Friends that have had any intention of persecuting me for anything are no longer my friends.

anniereborn's avatar

Not trying hard enough to be more functional (by societal standards.)

cazzie's avatar

For being born last and some older siblings think that I had it the easiest and didn’t have to go through what they did and there is serious resentment for that. For moving away when I was 19. For being divorced. For not baptising my son. Being a liberal atheist doesn’t go down so well with some of them either, but I have a big family, so there’s still plenty of love and acceptance to find.

Aster's avatar

I was never persecuted except by my first husband. Then our first daughter joined in and, all these decades, continues it so I’ve blocked her from everything. And as far as persecuted for what? So many things I can’t remember; surely not for my cooking. Even Satan couldn’t criticize that.

Dutchess_III's avatar

For being poor for many years.

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