Time for something I don't do very often anymore: An emotional rant.
I belong to an oppressed minority: Atheists.
Ever since I was a small child, I have been bullied because of this fact. Even within my own family.
It has come to the point where I wear my religion on my sleeve, so that if anyone takes issue with it, they do so at the beginning of the relationship, and not in the middle.
My family does not respect my views, calling me "Troubled"- though admittedly in a joking manner - and they don't respect the hardships I endure because I am an atheist, or care about how people talk about atheism.
People hate Atheists because we scare them. They worry about if we are right, and there is no big babysitter in the sky, because if that's true, all of their comfortable certainties about life and death vanish in a puff of smoke.
I understand this, but it's a bit much to be written off by your own family.