topographic oceans Posted June 23, 2014 Share Posted June 23, 2014 (edited) For the longest time, I was afraid of my brother. I didn't even have a reason. I just had some NASTY inner problems that gave rise to this fear of him. Therefore, I mostly have negative feelings associated with him. Like, I have to make clear that my fear of my brother went beyond natural sibling crap. Nowadays, he's a really, really cool guy. I totally understand why people would like him. But part of me just hates that people would like the person I was afraid of, for about 7 years. I mean, we went to the same high school. He was practically adored by all the teachers and his peers...and then there's me. To be brief, nobody likes me, except for some of the younger underclassmen who look up to me. Is this feeling even understandable? Edited June 23, 2014 by topographic oceans Link to post Share on other sites
CC12 Posted June 23, 2014 Share Posted June 23, 2014 Is this feeling even understandable? Not really, since you said you "didn't even have a reason" to be afraid of him. Maybe it's more like jealousy rather than fear? Link to post Share on other sites
gaius Posted June 28, 2014 Share Posted June 28, 2014 Sure, it's pretty normal to not like your siblings if they received different treatment than you did. Even Shakespeare wrote about fratricide I think. Link to post Share on other sites
preraph Posted June 29, 2014 Share Posted June 29, 2014 Well, about your "nasty inner problems," I know you don't want to put your whole history online, but do you think you were imaging things about him, like maybe a bit paranoid, or do you have any reason to think he did something when you were young that scared you or crossed some boundaries? I mean, can you think of any specific thing that kicked off this fear? Do you have dreams about it? My sister was downright abusive to me and so much so that I preferred to share a room with a parent rather than her way past the right age to do so. She was just so hateful to me and mean as a hyena. My very first memory is me as a three-year-old toddling behind her outside as she walked to a neighbor's house and it was icy and I fell and was terrified and screaming for help and she just kept right on going, cold as can be. She started being nicer once I became a teen and we're pretty close now, but she started off a pretty cold little b*tch who probably only got better as others thought she was over the top. I only have one or two memories of sharing that room with her but my mom says I did more than I remember, so I was pretty traumatized by her, I think. I mostly remember sleeping with my mom to get away from my sister until she married and left. Try to think back to when exactly that first started and what changes were going on at the time or a specific incident. Link to post Share on other sites
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