I know exactly how you feel. The first 'not normal' pet I had was Ripley, my leopard gekco. I adored her from the very beginning. There were plenty of times I almost snapped at my family when they said insinsitive things on purpose. I hated it, I was on the verge of disowning them. My own sister seemed to REFUSE to learn Ripley's name or even what she was even when I had to take care of her freakin CAT. While I say that in anger, PapaBear is a total sweetie, and when his momma wasnt feedin him or takin care of him he bit her on the back of the leg. That pleased me to no end. Anyway, the comments didnt stop there. They would say things they thought were funny...but did not amuse me in the least. It hurt me. It made me furious. I had been living with one of my older sisters for the summer, and that was when I came home with Newt. I was instantly caught in his glamour, I'd never seen a baby beardie with his lovely colors. When I brought him back to the apartment and we told my sister (my best friend/sisters roomate came home with a chinchilla) the first words out of her mouth were 'well if papa eats it, its your own fault'. I'll admit to ugly feelings towards her. She refuses to learn anything about them, and when I try to explain or talk about them they laugh at me. It hurts me deeply...and makes me rage. I hate how its acceptable for my sisters to have a cat or dog and its ok for them to spoil them or cuddle talk sweet to them.
But thank the beardie god for my friends....
One of my friends is scared of lizards and snakes...not the big kind...the little kind. I thought this was funny, but I can understand it. the little ones are sneaky! Anyway, when I introduced her to Ripley, then Newt when I got him, she started out just touching them a little. Then after a few times she even HELD Ripley!! And after a while meeting Newt she was ok with holding him too!! She knows their names, she knows what they are, and she knows how much I adore them. Even my boyfriend knew how much I treasured them, and made the effort to remember their names the FIRST TIME I told him. He even went to Repticon with me!!!
Thankfully, things have eased up for me. Mom calls them her 'grand lizards' and I even think she loves them too. She asks how they're doin and when I take them out she loves on them a bit too. Dad is always acting like he doesnt care, but I think he thinks they're cool. One of my sisters had taken care of Newt while I was away, and let him skitter around on her bed!!
I'm almost moved to tears in gratitude when others not only understand up accept how much they mean to me...and it bothers me a little less when others mock me for my love of reptiles...
this turned into a rant...sorry! haha but I needed to get it off my chest and out in the open for people who can empathize with me can see. In defiance, I shall plaster fb with pics of all my 'abnormal' babies!!!