As the oldest sibling, a stange new role I did not see coming for myself is āthe person who knew and remembersā
More and more often Iām in a situation with my siblings where Iāll be like āWhatās going on right now in the family makes sense because of what happened back thenā and my siblings (the middle child is only two years younger than me btw) have no idea what Iām talking about and my little snippet of information suddenly change their whole worldview.
I wasnāt burdened with other peopleās trauma and secrets, but I realize now that two years made all the difference even in our teenage years and I was just more aware and the adults talked to me and told me things and perhaps didnāt think to tell the others because they āalready did itā or something?
And the crazy thing is, I donāt even know what history, knowledge and secrets Iām carrying around that would be complete news to the others. I feel like rattling off family history facts at the dinner table would be a bit tactless.













