HistoryloverSenior Contributor
Thinking out loud to my online 'family'.
I've been realizing something recently and it had come from the lifetime-ago utterances of the woman my ex-husband ran off with. Her prior, second husband's and her unit had been burgled and when asked if she thought it was because they were on the end of the unit row, she adamantly agreed. Exposed, vulnerable and unprotected like the other units which huddle in and are protected on all sides. That's how I feel–exposed, vulnerable and unprotected...and burgled.
My place in my birth family is tacked on the end too. Eight and ten years separate me from my older brothers. They are from a different world, a different time and I was, effectively, an only child. They went ahead of me and sullied the world I grew up in, and I had no option but to wade through the mess they had made with their youthful dalliances. My world was already tainted. It didn't need words or explanation. It just wasn't pleasant for a young girl.
So there I am, tacked on the end of my birth family, and it has been like that ever since. That is my dilemma. I'm always tacked on the end–the late comer–in groups of any kind; and I am always left feeling that they are a cohesive group but I just don't fit it anywhere. And just as in my youth, I feel as though the world I move in has already been shaped and I can't be me, I have to adjust to others' misshapen worlds. And I can't, so I just don't fit in.
The reason I'm thinking out loud here is that I was just looking online for 'I don't fit in' and there was a lot of advice to a lot of previous posters, none of which was relevant, and I don't think it would be helpful to anyone who feels as I do. So my question is: has my birth position wrecked everything for me for life? Is that my problem?
Others are only children and don't have this problem, but can it affect some of us all our lives? Can birth position affect us to this extent?
I have been feeling very low today and, as always, chewing the cud. There is such a pattern to my life and I have been unable to break into another slipstream. I'm feeling that I just can't go on much longer as no-one can live in isolation.
Today I've been going through some old e-mails that I exchanged with my oldest brother a year or so ago. It lasted for about two exchanges before it erupted. All those serious grievances that have been 'under the rug' began to resurface, as they should. Family have to be able to relate, discuss, remedy and reconcile, and we never did. We hadn't had contact for a couple of decades, and I really wanted to reach out and relate as we should always have done. He just doesn't respond to me–like I'm an alien he misunderstands at every point, and doesn't want to think otherwise of me. My other brother doesn't even respond that much. I'm broken-hearted over this. We only have each other and they don't want me. And I need them so much. I just want to be a family like we never have been. I just hurt and I would be surprised if they didn't too. So why can't we just keep seeking common ground and be a family? Why can't they see how important this is? My heart is breaking.