My family is very "realistic" as they like to call it. It's more like "if I didn't hear about it in 1972 it doesn't make sense". Younger members were raised that way so my anxiety and depression diagnosis was a sensation. I'm closer to my 2nd cousins than 1st cousin since we were all born the same year, two of us went to the same school, and our parents are very close. They were always the popular badass kids while I was the quiet weird one but we got along ok. One of them didn't live in the same country for most of my life. We played games a lot and talked on skype when we were 10 but that quickly ended because he was a HUGE asshole. He was mean, flaunted his wealth everywhere and was overall nasty to me. I always felt bad when he came to visit because he would be very aggressive towards me and I really cannot handle that most of the time unless I'm very close with someone.  
He just turned 18 and right now he's visiting his grandmother here in my town. He messaged me on facebook with a very serious "I want to talk" which gave me a proper panic attack.   
He asked if I still liked to draw and I was surprised he even remembered that. He wanted me to design his tattoo for him. I reminded him that I have anxiety and that it would be very stressful for me since what I draw is never good enough in my eyes. He said he was sure that I would do great.  
Every time i messaged him with an update on it, instead of just pointing out what he wanted to change, he complimented something I did right and then gently told me what to redraw. He was really such a sweetheart and did not get angry or frustrated at all. This is the first time that anybody was actively putting effort into not making me feel anxious. Working with him is such a nice experience.   
I wish my parents were at least a little bit like that.