A Middle Child Forgotten

For the first five years of my life I didn’t even know my mom, dad, or siblings. When I was three months my mom handed me off to stay with my uncle and auntie in Chicago. I stayed with them for five whole years until one day my mom popped up with the police officers and told me that she was my mom and that it was time to go home. It took me four years to cope with the big change. By the way she has treated me these past thirteen years, I wonder why she even bothered to take me from people who actually cared for me.

I am the middle child of an older sister and brother and my youngest sister and brother. My oldest sister, Lyn was always the one that could have fun with friends and go to the movies. I knew then that we were young, so I waited for my chance. My oldest sister grew older and moved out at age fifteen. My mom still spoiled her from a distance. My sister has had two cars given to her by my mom and dad.

I have an oldest brother name Gene. Gene is in college and my mom gave him a car before, but he ruined it. My mom and I always were in arguments just because I wanted to hang with the older group. I use to get in trouble for the simplest things such as staying after school or being with friends. I was the only one that seriously had a hard time.

It was mandatory that I had to cook and clean for all five of us, I had to help my mom cook on Holidays also when I didn’t want to. Everyone else were able to relax, but not me. I became impatient with waiting for things to happen that never did.

I was supposed to be the next in line to receive a car, but I became pregnant at age seventeen Honestly, I think that is no excuse because my oldest sister has a child and my mom bought her a brand new car. I am currently I senior attending high school and my mom won’t even help me get through high school so I can go to college.

My younger sister and brother, Te’Jon and Audrionna, are the two spoiled ones. They can do anything they want to do now. From what I hear, my younger sister is the next one in line to get a car. That is not fair due to the fact that I am on my way to college and doing good things for my life and she seems not to care. I feel she has abandoned my attention and also the fact the she has another child somewhere out in the world that she has forgotten.

– Phaedra

Independent Middle Child

I’m a boy, in between my brother who is 9 years older than me and my sister who is 3 years younger than me. My brother was a bully since he was a lot bigger than me. He likes to tease and disturb me until I broke down to tears. When I cried, he would force me to run back and forth across the street until I stop crying because he was afraid that my parents would know. He always makes me cook breakfast for him and he left me with a very small portion of the breakfast. Sometimes, he tickled me until I peed in my pants.

My sister was spoiled by my parents. I always get scolded even when it was her fault. If I touched her stuff she will start screaming at me and my father scolded me so bad because of that. My father always shouts to me with his loud voice when I cried. He didn’t want to hear me cry or even sobbing, else I will get scolded with his lion roaring voice. Once, I had a long shower he was mad about it and he locked me in the dark store room; naked. I had told my sister a funny thing, and she plagiarized it to my parents. My parents were so amazed with her sense of humor and even until now when they talk back about it. It annoys me so much.

I was the one who do all the house chores; laundry, sweep the floor, reheat the dish that I bought for lunch, walk my sister to school and everything, you name it, just because my sister is too young and my brother is too lazy.

I shared my room with my brother once but that didn’t last long. He harassed me by asking me to do something that a 5years old child not supposed to know yet. I was afraid of him, I slept with my parents ever since. My parents didn’t even ask me why.

On the age of 13, I felt left out ever since I went to boarding school for 5 years. Right after school, about a week gap, I was brought to college until present. I feel much more left out when my sister is closed to my mother and my brother is closed to my father. I am an adult now and I can’t even make a real conversation with my father.

I had a friend who backstabbed me and I told my mother and seek for her advice. My father came to know about it and he unmotivated me by asking me to work on my attitude and find more friends. He said my sister and brother wouldn’t have problem finding friends.

I am a loner due to my childhood experience. I constantly feel that everybody doesn’t like me and low self-esteem. One good thing is that I have learned how to be independent.

– Anonymous

My Middle Child Story

Hi, my name is Shannon. I’m a girl (DUH!) I am 13 years old and I am the middle child out of 5 girls. My parents want me to be like my older sisters, nice and perfect. My 3 younger sisters constantly get on my nerves and get me in trouble on purpose because they know I have a short-temper and my parents believe them over me.

My Mom and Dad went shopping one day and bought my older sisters new laptops and a mini fridge for their section of the basement and they got my little sisters each a Disney themed bouncy ball and didn’t get me anything at all. No joke! I always feel left out. Like no one likes me. My friends use me and pick on me because my parents home-school me (No, my Mom and Dad DON’T help me with my school work, I have to do everything for myself) and won’t let me have a phone when my NOT too much older sisters have phones. I’m teased and neglected and I have a few issues that I need to vent about, but my parents won’t get me to a counselor.

I know my parents love me, but they don’t show it very well. I have to do more chores than my sisters because they are too lazy and my 10 year old little sister is apparently too young. I was not allowed to wear makeup until I was 13, but my younger sister can. I can’t go on certain websites, yet my little and older sisters can! I can’t go see something PG, but guess what? MY FUCKING LITTLE BITCHY SISTERS CAN! I’m sorry! I just can’t stand it anymore. I’ve often thought of suicide, but I’m afraid. I even feel like God’s given up on me. I guess I’m an ugly, always-in-trouble girl. 🙁 Please give me SOME advice!


My Life as a Middle Child

Well I have 2 older sisters and two younger sisters I am the middle child. My life as a middle child has not been happy and I guess will never be until I am on my own and move far far away! Here’s my story: When I was really young like at the age of 6, maybe 7 was when I realized how tough it is to be a middle child. It was when my sisters decided to play a game involving teams well my eldest sister teamed up with my youngest sister and my other 2 sisters teamed up and I couldn’t play because I didn’t have a team mate! So i just sat on the side and watch my sister’s laugh and play while I sat and wish to not be the middle child the one left out the forgotten one. The older I got the more I realized I didn’t actually fit in with my family. My older sisters got all the attention I wanted from my mom and my two younger ones got away with anything. Megan whom is 2 yrs younger than me and isn’t the baby but acts like one use to and still does pretend that I hurt her or said something and of course my dad would believe her she never got in trouble for anything. I on the other hand was blamed for anything and everything that was done wrong. When my eldest sister moved out and my 2nd older sister Caroline took over and became the suck up 2 my mom. I am fixing to turn 16 and I am begging for my mom’s attention yet she doesn’t care. Because Caroline is so attached to my mom she doesn’t even know I exist!!

My parents never came to any of my award ceremony’s none of my school orientation nothing! The reason why was because my older sisters had went to their school orientation’s and my parents came to theirs so they said that they knew what is going to be about therefore it was pointless to go! Well since they didn’t go 2 my 6th grade school orientation on the first day of 6th grade I had no idea where my classroom was or where to go I walked around hopelessly until the principal saw me and said i was late for my class and lecture me on how I shouldn’t be late on the first day of school then he finally pointed me in the direction I needed to go. Oh and in 7th grade when I won a scholarship to the community college for free since my older sister got one my parents didn’t even go to my ceremony that was a big deal because it was about my outstanding excellence in academics and that’s why I won it! But they didn’t care they wouldn’t waste the time to go to something if they went to it with the older ones! But get this my younger sister Megan when she was going into middle school for the first time my parents went to her 6th grade school orientation!! But they didn’t go to MINE!!!

I try everything to gain some attention from my parents but fail at it every time! I do so well in school but they don’t care. I brought home straight A’s and my mom looked at my report card and said ok? But my younger sister brought her card home and made 3 F’s and one D so my mom goes “Oh my god honey you did so good!! Since you did well on your report card you get to choose where to eat tonight.” I was like WTF?? I make straight A’s and get an ok and she brings home F’s and a D and she gets congratulated!!

It really sucks being the middle child. Being the one that gets blamed for everything, being the one who is neglected, being the one who is left out the one whom everyone thinks is the trouble maker the one who they think is a mistake. I still feel like sometimes I was adopted and I want to believe that but i know it’s not true it’s just a sad little lie I tell myself to make myself feel better. It’s really hard on me because i push myself so far that I am at the breaking part to try to impress my parents! I have learned to be completely self motivated because my parents don’t push me to do anything but be like my other sisters they always compare to my other sisters and ask why I can’t be more like them why I can’t be act like them why I can’t just be like them NEWSFLASH I’M NOT THEM I AM ME!!

On my 15 birthday I didn’t even get a birthday cake, a card, gift NOTHING! Because on my birthday it was the day of my older sister Caroline’s Prom so I didn’t even get a happy birthday from my mom or dad, So you know what I had to do I took myself into the kitchen and got one of those Debbie cake cupcakes then I got a candle lit it and had a b-day party all by myself I sat at the counter crying over my cupcake wishing I had someone who actually cared for me.

I am not sure if being the middle child makes you stronger or weaker I believe it makes you stronger for the fact that my dad hit me across the face once because I started off to him I didn’t cry I stood there and took it but my older sister once when he yelled at her for something she started bawling and whining. I can take way more than my sisters there so weak and so fragile but I am stronger than them I can take the heat I can stand there and take someone screaming at me and not even flinch!

I have became way more independent ever since I was 10 years old and my parents left me at home and took my sisters with them because I told them I didn’t want to go to the stupid parade with them because my sisters each got a dollar and I didn’t get one because my older sister swore I took money from her and I didn’t so my punishment was that I didn’t get a dollar to spend at the parade well I stayed home alone while they went and spent like 4 hours at the parade! I had to cook supper for myself so I went in and cook peas, mac-&-cheese with nuggets I learned from then on that I would be defending for myself for the rest of my life and that is just how I have been doing since then.

Being a middle child shouldn’t be like this i shouldn’t have had to felt sorry for myself and sometime pack my bags then climb out my window and plan to leave and go somewhere else where I would be loved. I shouldn’t have had to pray to God that he would take me outta this world. Or believe that I was adopted I shouldn’t have to go through all of this NO ONE should!!! It’s quite sad how much trauma it is on a middle child yet everyone just believes that we are just jealous and wanting attention and always think about themselves!

GUESS WHAT?????? They are partly right! We do want attention really bad and if they show some to us we wouldn’t want it as bad!! We DO get jealous I am not going to lie we do but it’s for the fact that our siblings get stuff we don’t have they either gets treated like angels and we are the demons or they get all the attention and we would just die to have one day in their shoes!! Also middle child people don’t have the time to think about themselves because there to busy thinking about how they could get their parents attention and at least some affection!!



At the Middle

I’ve “always” known to be and feel “different”.

What a burden it’s been and continues to be so even at my age now. My older brother and the eldest, my sister, were popular at school, clever, good fun, well informed and with real friends. I was anything but unable to know who I am or how to make lasting friends, always thought that I am stupid, teacher tied my left hand behind my back every morning to prevent me using/writing with my right hand, I was 7, This caused me much humiliation and embarrassment, it made me feel even more self conscious.

I craved attention and to be heard or noticed, when I did receive any input I usually blew it, the attention went to my head. Weak, pleasing personality and I despised myself at times. Somehow I never truly succeed, all my life I have always been second best but that’s my own doing because I am now incapable of ever putting myself first so I very often fail.

Believe me I have tried to change, but nothing works.

I do have my happy and good moments but I never quite fit in and feel that I am on the peripheral.

I am “pleasing” another word would be weak, boring, unable to question or challenge very much, always afraid of being rejected, so I developed a “pleasing” nature with my Mum in order to survive, I must have got on her nerves terribly.

I’m OK, But I have also been selfish and cruel by lacking much understanding and being naive and ignorant in the past. I could put my signature as “Loser” but I don’t want to down myself any more.

I could leave the past and guilt alone if my life was good now; I guess I just have got to live with this low self esteem, not a lot to be proud of – eh