I don't know when it started for me, but I finally got enough of an emotional distance that I could see my family's craziness and harmful actions for what they are--not about me but their own stuff. And, for whatever reason, it makes me laugh. A lot. My therapist asked me if I really think all this stuff is funny because she can feel the pain under it, and I told her yes...I genuinely think it's hilarious, and yes the pain is still there. So, she gets it, gets the hilarity I find in it. And the pain. But laughing at this bizarre world/life is better for me than being angry.