Well, I am a recent convert and the only Catholic in my family - the rest of my family is largely fundamentalist or of the opinion that "so long as you believe in God, it doesn't matter.," both of which makes outward expressions of my faith difficult (I frequently get interrupted when praying the Rosary, so it is difficult for me to actually make a habit of it) as well as to express any moral opinion about anything, because then the "it doesn't matter" crowd of my family starts to attack me for trying to "push your religion down our throats" even if I am simply replying (I try not to proselytize, but do reserve the right to speak my opinion as much as everyone else). I am also in college, so there are added pressures there I don't need to go into. Also, my girlfriend is not Catholic and is from a very anti-Catholic family herself (we got together before my reception into the Church, but after I had started to attend Mass). It doesn't help that we've had a sort of "falling out" as I've been trying to discern a possible priestly vocation and she likes to be in constant physical contact with me, and so I've tried to put some distance between us for right now. It also doesn't help that as soon as non-Catholics find out I'm Catholic, they begin to ask questions. I did manage to make an arrangement with a classmate of mine: for every question, allow me 48 hrs (I have Monday-Wednesday-Friday classes with this person) to think the question over and to do research to make sure my initial reaction is appropriate. Fortunately, they agreed.
My mother, who has cancer, reports to feel at peace and has no pain (she is in almost constant pain) when she passes by a Catholic Church, but she refuses to go to Mass because she, like her mother, does not like the Faith. My brother, who has both a condition that produces muscular atrophy and a condition called mitochondrial myopathy, has reported the same sensation of physical peace when passing a Catholic Church, but has instead gone to, by pressure from my mother, a Presbyterian church right across the street from my home parish (I admittedly walk through their parking lot when I want to visit the Blessed Sacrament during the school day).
My biological father was raised Southern Baptist, but has since fallen into the "it doesn't matter crowd." And my mother's new boyfriend (if they get married it would be her third - once to my biological father, then my brother's late biological father -who was an Italian Catholic who taught me a great love for Scripture-, then him) and I, while we get along well enough, argue over God a lot. He lost his father to cancer and has been bitter towards God since. He cannot seem to conceive of a loving God, though he does believe in God.
There are days when I ask, "what's the point?" but then I look at a crucifix and understand.
Sorry for the rant, I think I needed to vent, and this thread was the perfect excuse.