My family was always supportive from afar since they all lived in Maine. I felt free to tell my parents of my diagnosis, because my mom and esp. my Dad and I were always close.
I have one sister and one brother left. For years I wanted to move back to Maine, but that seems highly unlikely now. I finally made my peace with that about a year ago. A Mainer-in Exile with a broken dream, but not a broken person. 😀

It's important to set boundaries as to what you will accept. I payed out those "not going to happen moments" and if they want to deal with those they are welcome in my life. Otherwise I find "family" in the people I care about and expect nothing from my real family. It is their loss

I got no family. So I celebrate every single holiday. BTW belated Happy Sandwich Day everyone. This way when the big holidays come, I am already celebrated out.
I'm a survivor of lots of things. So bring a smile too others helps me overcome just about everything.

I found a new family and friends

My family has disowned me for being gay. Not to mention hiv. I've been poz for 37 years. Mostly have had no one to support me. I don't get depressed anymore. Just live my life and whatever happens happens. I decided about 8 years ago to live my life happy and free, and let go of anyone that doesn't accept me for who I am. I don't have family other than my son, but their loss.