Never had a big family. I was an only child though I have a half-brother and half-sister much older than me and two nieces by the half-sister.

My mom is a high functioning narcissist and a binge drinker. She liked to helicopter in and apply "discipline" from time to time early in my life. Then my parents got divorced when I was 13, my dad moved away and I'd started to get into very tame trouble. NOW my mom was involved - locks on the windows, cops in my room "involved." She was responsible for my only IP the day I got beaten in middle school and I ended up at my dad's at 15 with a mild head injury. We did interact later until she retired and turned the narc lazers on me, she's dead to me now.

My dad was very old (hence the half-siblings I didn't grow up with as they were already adults) and he had zero understanding and was highly unsupportive when I ended up with him at 15. He ended up kicking me out at 17, again the trouble I was getting into was so minor and at this point mostly caused by lack of support. I was out partying but I largely kept other kids out of worse trouble. At one point in the many many places I lived in that town I was in a Ford Escort in his driveway and he would give me mail through the half inch at the top where the window was stuck.

I could relate to his crazy more than my mom's, so we slowly buried the hatchet (by me accepting his failure and not expecting any apologies) as he got older and more infirm. Then as he slipped into Alzheimers my half-sister was stealing and there was a major fight. It triggered the huge low I'm in now. I'd been taking over his affairs and getting him care but I dropped off the face of the earth, she essentially kidnapped him (long story), he died last Xmas and I didn't see him for umm like 2 years because she would not let him go home.

My half-brother is the older of his other kids. He's been cruising on the borderline of some serious issues his whole life, is nomadic, into guns, believes in chemtrails and whatnot. Thinks meds are mind control or similar. We used to joke that he was the unabomber until the real one got caught. He and I don't really talk.

My half-sister is literally the most toxic person I've ever dealt with in my entire life. She defies all categorization but is somewhere on the edge of antisocial personality disorder with near zero emotional intelligence or empathy of any kind, zero sense of shame or guilt, and I do mean absolutely ZERO. She does experience fear in major events (earthquakes) and does not like violence though, thank god. She is also an animal hoarder and incredibly chaotic. Her place is bad, rats in the walls bad, waterfowl next to the stove bad, life-threatening disease bad. We don't talk and the instant my nieces are out of her sway she will be dead to me for good.

I have one niece by her who is my only biological family who is part of my true family. I love her so much and she faces absolutely brutal depression. My sister is totally incapable of understanding and the horrible house she keeps is actively hostile to any recovery, so decades have been wasted. My primary goal in getting my **** together from my 5 year low is to give my niece an option to get out before she kills herself.

My younger niece I barely know and I alienated her with bad behavior when I got into a mixed episode walking into Mordor at my sister's place after our dad died. I guess we'll see what happens, she's well aware her mom is absolutely bat**** lunatic crazy, and that I'm less so. She didn't get out unscathed but had an option to leave my sister's insane ****hole so she took it. I hope to patch things up with her soon.

My dad had 2 brothers, one was a wild boy and a drinker but a very successful artist who died right after my parents' divorce. The other was profoundly mentally retarded but they gave him crayons at 60 years old and he started drawing fascinating geometric patterns, one of which is a mural somewhere at a public pool.

Crazy runs strong in my family and the further out you go digging up stories in the family tree, nearly everybody had serious issues. I'm just glad for the strong artistic streak that came down my dad's side. Along with his brothers in the visual arts, he and I are/were both serious music lovers though we did not perform (I want to learn the mandolin but have been too depressed).

So in my usual wall of text, no, they do not support me, quite the opposite in fact. They've been dragging me down for the most part since I was born. There are some nuances but that's what it adds up to. I know my older niece will be wonderful, she is a healer by nature, but she's so far down the hole she's barely capable of communicating at this point.