I feel like, by being normal and nice I somehow normalised their position as just a "different opinion" People, I have never said that it is just a different opinion, but they MIGHT think it is from my attitude
Idunno how to describe it, but I can describe the flashbacks pretty easily: feeling like I'm stuck in a cold, dark, dank place that I can't leave, in a room with no door, with mushrooms growing out of the floor, where my family blamed me for not being able to move.