Being a last child is a strange pull between self-isolation, and a desire for attention. We are a paradox. While I’m not a psychologist, or a family counselor, I think I’ve been able to determine how these aspects developed in my childhood:
1. Older Sister/First Child—Parents have never done this before, try hard to be strict and make sure the child does not become a delinquent. Last child watches parent/child battles from the sidelines, attention is focused on oldest child primarily. Last child begins acting out for attention. I still remember a battle between my sister and parents about whether she could watch a PG-13 movie, Austin Powers: Goldmember. (She was 15)
2. Parents Give Up— By the time I reach the age my sister was constantly embattled, my parents have figured it’s not worth it to fight me every step of the way on every aspect of life. Basically, they leave me alone. I desire attention, yet with this additional freedom I flee from their parental grasp, and try to remain independent.
3. Older Sisters Leave— Going from a last child to an only child is quite a conundrum in the family unit. NOW, I resent the attention I subconsciously desired as a little child. Thank God basements were created. I try and hide to not be caught under the newly found spotlight of parenting.