Emerita
the look of death
- Jan 16, 2025
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As the middle child I do fit the stereotype of being forgotten about
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Oh no! I can't imagine what it's like to ride the train of child development alone with such a huge age gap between the other siblings. It must have been so lonely, I'm so sorry.Youngest by a decade. I wasn't an accident. I was a mistake. Their words.
Oh no! I can't imagine what it's like to ride the train of child development alone with such a huge age gap between the other siblings. It must have been so lonely, I'm so sorry.
It was. By the time I was 8 or so, it was just me and my resentful parents in an otherwise empty house. Like being an only child all of a sudden, after having so many people around all the time.
And then my oldest sister had kids and started using us as babysitters every day, so I was left to care for infants alone since I was 10, while my mom chain-smoked and watched soap operas and Oprah the whole time. So then it was like suddenly being the oldest.
If I could have voted for two options, I would have picked "Youngest," "Oldest," and "Only child", but my situation isn't very common, so I understand.
Thank you for the sentiment.
This is absurdly relatable, not giving importance to development and being used as a family resource is an unreasonable abandonment.
Being promoted to babysitter for nephews, having one's studies neglected by (divorced) parents, lacking emotional support and used as a tool...
I went through all of this, I was forced to mature according to the successes and mistakes of older family members, who were supposed to be "responsible" but only desperately climbed on each other for survival. This past was what lead the life I have today.
We have more in common than I thought![]()
This is interesting, it's usually the youngest who's the golden child bc the parents have their youngest kids when they're more experienced and "ready", but the eldest tends to be the "burden" or an experimentI'm the youngest and I'm the scapegoat. My older sister was the golden child and my first bully.