…That I have an older sister.
Yep, I have 2 sisters, little sister who you know about and have heard from and a big sister who hasn’t spoken to me, little sister or mum or dad for 12 years.
I don’t talk about my big sister because I don’t have much to say about her. Many of my childhood memories don’t include her and some which do traumatise me.
My mental illness is a direct result of my childhood with my big sister and it’s very painful. I have the memories of her behavior and my own as well as the grief of never really having had a big sister.
I’m the middle child but I don’t feel like it. I know I have a big sister but she’s never been a big sister, not like big sisters are supposed to be.
That’s it really, just thought I’d explain.