My dad goes out for a couple runs once a week usually I think. Mom tried to ski when my parents were younger. Sister skied and boarded but stopped early HS.
Pretty much on my own as far as my family and shredding.
That said I got lucky that they didn't try to force me out of it because my grades were shitty in some classes in HS. The mountain was my sanity, the place where things made sense, my escape. That was the only thing that kept me going at a few points. Without that I would have unraveled.
Also in terms of the world of priorities and "School is super important and your dumb hobbies are dumb"... The fact that I wasn't doing my homework in my classes has impacted my life 0, the fact that I was on the mountain all the time, and constantly obsessing about snowboarding and terrain park setups became a job that I still love doing 11 seasons in.
If skiing is important to you, fuck anyone who tries to tell you it's dumb.
PS: skiing is dumb