Yes, but I've pretty much given up talking to them about it. My dad thinks I'm an idiot since I do it for free because the concept of a hobby is completely lost on him. In his world, the only reason to do literally anything is to get paid for it. Lately we haven't even been able to be in the same room together without him demanding to know why I haven't submitted a book to one of the dozens of vanity presses he keeps emailing me links to. I've tried explaining that those are scams, but the guy who hates reading and has never written a word outside of a business email in his life genuinely believes that he understands how the publishing industry works better than an aspiring author.
He also DESPISES fantasy. Anything that can't conceivably happen in real life is "baby stuff," and anyone over the age of thirteen who still likes things with magic in them is a manchild who wasn't beaten enough as a kid. To him, an adult's brain should subsist entirely on a diet of war documentaries and cowboy movies.
On the other hand, my mom LOVES to read. She just doesn't want to read anything I wrote. Even though the genres I write have a huge overlap with what she likes to read, any time I ask her to look at one of my stories, she gets this weird look on her face and says "That sounds weird. No thanks! I'm going to reread Harry Potter for the seventh time this year."
It used to bother me, but I've come to terms with it. I could write the next New York Times' Bestseller and get a multimillion dollar movie contract out of one of my books, and they still wouldn't want to touch it with a forty foot pole. That means I can put literally whatever I want into my books and never have to explain it to them. "Yes, Dad, XNPC did need multiple chapters where a lady with goat legs tries to seduce her boyfriend, and if you don't see why then you'll never understand!"