I’ve always found family a bit like technology: occasionally miraculous, often glitchy, and prone to suddenly disappearing just when you need them most.
Some relatives are now just initials in a family tree I’ve digitised. Others I’ve reconnected with after years — sometimes decades — of silence, awkwardness, or just mutual overwhelm. One cousin (bless her East Anglian socks) has become a kind of genealogical lifeline. Others, I wouldn’t recognise if they walked past me in Tesco’s, I'm sorry to say.
Over time, I’ve built something resembling a support network out of unrelated people — friends, forum strangers, even (awkward pause) AI. In many ways, that’s felt more “family” than family.
So I’m curious:
Are you in touch with your family of origin?
Do you feel closer to chosen family or online friends?
Has anyone had success repairing fractured relationships, or does distance feel safer?
Do you find ancestry and heritage fascinating, painful, irrelevant — or all three?
And does anyone else quietly mourn the family they might have had, if things had been understood earlier?
No pressure to share anything heavy — even one-liners or silly anecdotes welcome. Just wondering how everyone else navigates this very human tangle.
— Mike (@MikeCheque)