My fathers side of the family have actually told me that they prefer to be called by their names, so fair enough, I do.
However my mother's side ( both sides are extensive, but my mother's very much more so.) prefer to be called Aunty X and Uncle X. They take great pride in having such a large, tight knit family. I actually feel quite often that I'd like to move there, although I'd lose my specialist consultant, with who I get on well with. I'd definitely get invited and vice versa, far more for cups of tea and chat. Especially as I'm disabled.
When we go over, we are welcomed far more than my parents. Long story cut short is that for ten years my parents broke contact with them, whilst I didn't. I refused to take sides. After all, there's a side to every fall out and I wasn't going to accept third hand gossip. They were all still my aunts, uncles, cousins, second cousins. We must number about 200 on that side. And yes, my arm does ache after writing all these Christmas cards😂! But, I wouldn't change them for the world.
My DM's talking of disconnecting again when the four main aunts pass away and is dictating that I should do so as well. I feel quite angry that at my age she's still trying to twist the knife. I guess though that my DM's non contact turned many of them away from her, whereas it didn't with me as I continued. I just told them that I wasn't taking sides. End of. I do get hugged more and more embroiled in conversation, which totally piss's DM off. That's not my problem though. However, I feel that all my family are precious, however distant they are. I absolutely love how they welcome me like I only saw them yesterday, even though it was months ago. They're very tactile and everyone hugs everyone.
It has actually been proven that tactile touch is far healthier psychologically as it produces a feel good hormone. It probably explains why all my aunts and and three of my uncles are well into their nineties. One pair have just celebrated the 80th wedding anniversary😵😂!!! I have some very fond memories, that I really and truly treasure, of them all when I was a child, living with my grandparents for long periods of time due to a "dysfunctional childhood," with my own DP's. I have felt that they were the only ever really safe, stable, loved, treasured, parts of my childhood. Playing card games and other board games with my grandparents and aunts and uncles, having a drink with a small splash of alcohol, the sweetie tin, the fruit bag and my DG's homemade beer!
I hold onto those memories strongly because I have far more negative, physical and emotionally memories that I'd rather try and forget, or at least put them back to the back of my mind. I know people say we should forgive, but there are certain things a child can experience that a would never deserve a simple sorry or an act of forgiveness. No way...