#oldest child problems
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superiorgoobus · 4 months ago
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I need a sister to steal clothes from. I'm afab NB, so I Love stealing clothes from my brother, but I need a second sibling to steal from.
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emthimofnight · 4 months ago
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People keep wanting to know what it would have been like if Stellar's failed lab siblings survived infancy and were adopted like she was, so here are some, "What If?" doodles!
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weepingdreamersandwich · 1 year ago
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I wonder if my parents realize that they've already lost me. That my smiles are fake and my eyes are constantly searching for escape routes. That I'm just biding my time until I can be free of them. I wonder if they know that I was never theirs to keep.
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347-emeraldbitch · 10 months ago
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Percy: *to the twins when they fight* Be quiet buy one get one free!!!
Fred & George: *speechless*
Percy: Yes!!! Let’s keep it like this today? Thank you.
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Fred: *whispering* What are we going to do? Percy cannot be funny!!!
George: *whispering* That’s not fair. He can’t do this to us!!??
Percy: *ready to start drama* You two aren’t even original. We’ve had funny twins in the family before.
Fred & George: Omfg!!! STOP!!! We’re telling mum!!!!! đŸ„ș
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sasukesofficiallawyer · 22 days ago
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I hate when someone posts about the struggles of being the youngest child and all the oldest and middle children are in the comments saying “Actually I had a harder time” “you all are just spoiled” “actually this is an older sibling thing” “you have no idea how hard it is to be the middle child” “you don’t know anything about real problems” SHUT THE FUCK UP. THIS ISN’T ABOUT YOU.
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c0sm1cst4rz · 13 days ago
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“You’re born alone, you die alone.”
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hasallherducks · 3 months ago
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what is an oldest child if not a very high stakes first pancake
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a-murmur-of-a-prayer · 7 months ago
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Sometimes I wish I could meet the person my mother was before she had me
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bugwolfsstuff · 10 months ago
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Don't know any other way how to explain it so
You ever feel like your holding an umbrella over your younger siblings (but not you) that's shielding them from all the things you had to deal with?
And sometimes you just want to drop the umbrella and let the rain hit them. Because you never got that kind of shelter.
Or am I just fucked up and a horrible oldest sister and person.
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brionysea · 2 years ago
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i think that was the first time i wrote a "giving the characters a Problem for the purpose of Sibling Bonding" fic where they actually came up with a solution by the end. dick grayson's older sibling skills are so powerful
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lu-polls · 2 years ago
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stagnantmoonlight · 5 months ago
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Sometimes I think that if I hadn't been born, my mother would have been happier. I think that if she hadn't been forced to raise a child while she was still one herself, then she may have chosen to never have them to begin with. And I know she would have been happier.
When I was 14, she proved my theory to be wrong. She was remarried after a very messy divorce from my father, and she told me I was going to have a new sibling.
I freigned support, of course I did. That was always my job with her. but as the years went by, I couldn't help but wonder why she did it.
I was in highschool, my brother was turning 10. What could she posibly want from another child when she didn't even bother raising the first two?
And then one day, when it was just the two of us in her car, she let the truth slip. She was crying over me, how I felt trapped in a relationship with someone that never realy cared for me. Never cared in the proper way, at least.
She told me that I should never have to end up the way she did. Trapped in a loveless marriage, trying to make things work because she can't simply start over again.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to tell her that she could start over; just because she's been divorced once before doesn't mean she should rob herself of the chance to find true happiness, love, companionship.
But when I opened my mouth, nothing came out. The words were stuck to my throat, like a fly in a spiderweb. Fighting to escape, though we all knew it was futile.
So I closed my mouth. Folded up the words, and stored them back inside me, saving them for a day that she might listen, and I just sat with her. Watching her cry silently as we continued down the road that would take us back to him. Back to our house, the rest of her children, the miriad of things left undone, and unsaid.
Those words still sit with me, wraped tightly to prevent their escape. They don't fight quite as strongly anymore; even they have realized that there's only so much I can do to save her from her own choices. They haven't given up hope, but I know it's only a matter of time. You can't protect someone from themselves, no mater how badly you want to.
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julie-schwieters-supremacy · 1 year ago
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am i the asshole for not taking care of my sister when she's just being a crybaby i've had a long day and i come home and my grandparents tell me to go take care of my sister because what are they doing?? nothing i'm not old enough for this shit yet and i shouldn't have to do it but my grandma's like (whenever my sister experiences a slight inconevenience/is in a bad mood (she's like 3-6)) my grandma tells me to "go deal with her". lets ignore the fact that my mum is never home either, it still shouldn't be my job. i'm still in school and that is not my responsibility as the oldest child. sure, maybe a few times if she's sad or we're home alone but not day after day because they're too annoyed with her antics to do it themselves. i have a life too, i have feelings too and i shouldn't be doing this shit.
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july-19th-club · 1 year ago
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one thing about getting sick for me is that before covid (the first time) my colds and flus and whatnot all went in a very specific pattern: i would get a sore throat for a day or two, then violently congested for three or four days, then a runny nose/drainage for three or four days after that, and finally a cough, which was my favorite part of the cold (if a person can be said to have a favorite part of a cold) because it meant it was almost over AND that the problem was largely not in my face and neck anymore. but any illness i've had since that first covid has been all over the map - either i don't get the sore throat at all, just straight into the congestion, or the sore throat happens at a different time, or longer, or worse, or i have to spit a lot because otherwise i get so nauseous from sinus drainage that i throw up, or the congestion and the runny nose happen concurrently with not just each other but ALSO the sore throat (which is what's happening right now and i hate it) and like. because it doesn't follow the pattern i spent twenty-six years of my life getting used to, i'm always freaked out. which i would be anyway because ever since i had the first covid getting sick freaks me out. and it should freak more people out if im being honest. but this is a weird one bc like. i dont know how it did that but it disrupted MY trusty sick pattern
#i say 'first covid' because even though both rapid tests were negative yesterday there's a high likelihood they were false negatives#the most likely explanation is 'my brother brought covid to christmas and three days later i also got covid'#a perfectly reasonable chain of logic that my family refuses to entertain because it would make it His Fault#and nobody wants to blame mister perfect#he's my brother and i mostly love him. but the thing with him and me is that he's two years younger than me but has always had an energy of#i dont know. maturity? know-it-all-ness which comes off as maturity? emotional stoicism? < thats it probably right there#i was always a very emotional child. and undiagnosedly autistic. so he is in some ways the eldest child. and i resent it#like. we all know he's NOT the eldest. but he takes charge of things like he thinks he is. and when i take charge of things i am...#not authoritative#anyway he's the engineer and emotionally stoic and can 'beat' any problem by simply glaring at it hard enough (he thinks) and he's like#the oldest son. and i think somewhere back in the family hindbrain where they'd never recognize or admit it . that holds weight#oldest son holds just SLIGHTLY more weight than oldest daughter#although. had i been born a boy and been exactly the same personality-wise as i am already. he would still be like this#and we would still have this uncomfortable dynamic#anyway mister special can't get anybody sick and it's probably not his fault because i come into contact with people all the time!#sure. at my much more secure workplace where i spend less than five minutes with most patrons. and a lot more people mask#versus . him a foot away from me at the dinner table sniffling into his ham. hmmmmmm. you're an engineer. you do the math
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wukodork · 2 months ago
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Things people did before chat:
Got someone else to do it
Wrote 600 words that didn't say anyhting
Asked the fried group (a proto-chat, if you will)
Had tutors help them
Didn't do the essay (this is what I usually did rip)
Typed instead of handwrite and fiddle with the formatting to half a page into a whole page
Wrote whatever they could in the period before the class
Plagiarism
There was also, like, a lot less homework 20 years ago, y'all. Anyways, add some of the bullshit you did to try to get a grade when you struggled with homework.
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number-1-lafayette-kisser-906 · 6 months ago
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I'm actually so fucking sick of being the oldest child. I can't even catch a break on weekends anymore.
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