Premise: I love my parents, they are people who truly did everything, based on what they thought was right, for me and my sister.
I am the golden child of the family. I have an older sister, who instead is the black sheep and the scapegoat. She has always caused trouble, didn't do well in school, and let herself go aesthetically (due to depression).
My sister is the classic fish that was judged because she couldn't climb trees, yet no one ever noticed that she was the best swimmer instead. If my parents, especially my mother, had been more empathetic and sensitive people, perhaps they would have understood my sister without forcing her to fit into an idea of success that wasn't meant for her.
However, my parents carry their own traumas. Culture and education lifted them to a higher social class at a time when in Italy it was not at all common to attend university (especially for a woman). Consequently, study and extreme discipline have always been the foundational values of my mother.
My sister used the strategy of "giving up", she didn't even try, the expectations were too high. Hence, my mother has always considered herself disappointed and almost embarrassed by her. It's worth noting that my sister has a stable job, has recovered from depression and a suicide attempt, and has lost over 20kg that she gained during depression. My sister is a tough cookie and the "problems" she caused my parents, now seen through the eyes of an adult, were trivial things and all cries for help from a suffering emotional state that were not listened to.
I, born 9 years later and the only natural child, was the second chance. I tried to meet my parents' expectations, and that's why I became the Golden Child. Excellent in everything I did, from school to sports, destined for great things. Yet the pressure was immense, too much, terrible.
Here is where that seed settled in, the one that didn't allow me to accomplish any of the great things I was destined for: anxiety and insecurity. All my achieved goals never belonged to me, but I always did them for my parents. I was taught to perform, not to enjoy the process, not to take pleasure in what I was doing just because I was doing it.
The solution was to leave, to go abroad, to escape to be alone, to find myself. I worked in a souvenir shop for 6 years while freelancing as a journalist, photographer, and videomaker. But the truth? I didn't have the guts to freelance, I didn't have the thick skin to deal with the sole fear of client criticism (even if it didn't come), and I charged very little because I didn't believe in my abilities. Anxiety and insecurity.
Fortunately, I found my girlfriend, someone who believes in me for who I am. Yes, it was a shock for my parents to see me with a woman, and seeing them disappointed by this choice still hurts me (even though it's better now after 6 years).
She gave me the strength to try to change my life, so I found a job in customer support, studied on my own, climbed the corporate ladder, and after almost 5 years, I found myself as a Marketing Operations Manager. I was one of the most competent in the international team for this job, and I was doing great, until the promotion two months ago.
That promotion meant to me: you did it! You earn more than your parents ever did, you do a job you love and excel at, I have a home, a girlfriend I love immensely. A dog was about to join the picture… and then the layoff.
That job for me was my redemption, my "having made it." The Golden Child hadn't failed after all!
The CEOs who decide on these layoffs don't know that people lose more than just a job; they don't know what it truly represents. A colleague of mine was pregnant when she was laid off; I can only imagine the stress of facing a pregnancy knowing she had lost her job.
On paper, I'm very fortunate. We had to give up the dog that was on the way, but otherwise, we don't have too many expenses, we don't have children, and my girlfriend works. We have money for a while. For this reason, many say to relax and enjoy the free time, but how can I? I am the Golden Child! I can't afford to do nothing, to not perform.
To my parents, I haven't said anything; I don't have the strength to handle their emotions as well. Here where I live, I'm surrounded by people who believe in me and support me, yet the curse of the Golden Child is wearing me down. Anxiety is killing me, and the job application process is torture because I take any rejection, even one generated by a robot, as confirmation that I'm just a fraud, that it's not true that I had potential, that it's not true that I know how to do things, that as the Golden Child, I have failed.
Yes, I need to see a therapist, I know, I already have an appointment next week. Because I have all the time and the necessary calm to commit to finding a job, and it could also be a stimulating journey if taken in the right direction, or if not stimulating, at least normal. I don't think it's necessary to face it with anxiety cramps, with tears in my eyes, and a damn fear of making any mistake.
Were you also the golden child? How are you doing now? Who else thinks that this role assigned by the family is devastating? How did you get out of it?