Being The Oldest Child-9/4/18

Being The Oldest Child-9/4/18
Hey guys I am back with another blog and this one is about being the oldest child. I have one younger sister who is 20 on the 12th of April and I want to talk about my experiences as the oldest child and how that affected me growing up and as a child.

So I am nearly 4 years older than my sister and growing up we haven’t always been that close despite always living in the same house. Apart from football we have completely different interests but I am completely okay with that. There has always been one thing that annoys me though and it’s even still frustrating to this day.
So basically my mum is far more strict with me than she is with my sister and I find this to be totally unfair. Even with basic things my mum moans at me far more than she ever would with my sister. Things like leaving a room light on or not doing dishes instantly always lead to me getting moaned at whereas my sister could leave dishes for hours and not get moaned at. It makes me feel so distant and frustrated at times and it is also part of the reason I feel like moving out would further benefit my mental health.
I now have good reason to move out as I’d love my own place with my girlfriend but it is a case of getting into a good job and then saving enough money in order to afford things. As much as my mum has looked after me while my father hasn’t been around, there are times where I feel suffocated being in this house because of how I’m treated. I’d love to free from being moaned at instead of feeling like I need to go out just to avoid being mistreated.
I also think it’s due to the fact that I was always busy in my teens and afterwards due to things like school, football and nights out etc. At one point I would have college from Monday to Wednesday and then stay at my friend’s house until the Sunday from the Wednesday night. I can understand why that made me distant from my mother and sister but I was only living my life so there’s nothing I could really do to prevent it.
This has been a short summary of my experiences of being the oldest child. It isn’t always a good thing but being the one learning everything first helps me protect my sister from making the mistakes I have and that means more to me than anything. We aren’t the closest brother and sister but I have her back and she has mine’s so that’s the main thing.
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8 thoughts on “Being The Oldest Child-9/4/18

  1. I can relate to this. I have a younger brother (3 years apart) and he gets away with things TO THIS DAY that I would get lectured for. I was always infuriated with watching them because I was seen as a sneaky girl they needed to protect and then would let him go out and do whatever he wanted. We were closer as kids but I still would do anything to protect him. As for my relationship to my parents, it got better when I became a mom and even more so when we got our own place. The way that I felt as a kid (and even now) has made me SO scared to have baby number 2. Thanks for sharing! Another great post. (:
    CiCi | Navigation To Happiness

  2. I understand where you are coming from. There are 12 years between my 1/2 sister and me. Though my parents wanted to make us both feel important it was clear from day one that she would be their little success story because I choose to do things my way and not follow the well-worn path they wanted me to. But, you know what? That’s ok.
    She and I are not close. Sadly I think parents do play some small part in that. As well as the fact we are simply two very different people.
    I hope you achieve getting your own space and that things between you and your Mum improve some with the added distance 🙂 It has helped some with me and some of my own adult boys. (I wasn’t perfect either 🙂 )

  3. I’m 47 undiagnosed Aspergers (son is diagnosed) and the eldest – and yes it’s not great being the eldest. You carry expectations and get it in the neck…

  4. I definitely know what it feels like to be the older child. I’m not the oldest of my moms kids, my sister is 23 but growing up she lived with her dad in New York while I lived in Maryland with my mom. So it was me and my 3 younger brothers, I was the oldest in the house. And growing up I had to mature extremely quick. My parents worked all the time so I basically raised each of my brothers since they were babies. It sucked having to play mommy/sister roll as young as the age of 11. Now I’m 19 and I still feel like they are my responsibility. I love my brothers but eventually they can’t be my responsibility anymore because I need to begin my life too. But because of having to mature quickly, I learned a ton of life lessons that shaped me to be the woman I am now.

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