What distinguished my life from my brother's is that my mother didn't like me. When I became a woman, I seemed to repel her.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My father made sure I was treated equally with my brothers.
My mother was like a sister to me, only we didn't have sex quite so often.
From a young age, I wanted to differentiate myself from my older siblings.
I complained to my mother about wanting to look less like myself and more like my friends. My mother then gave me a lesson in embracing my differences and loving them despite what others said.
My mother was a woman who was very frustrated. She had a great deal of ability, and all this energy went into me and my brother.
My position in the family turned out to be a lucky one; I bore neither the brunt of my mother's newness to parenthood nor the force of her middle-aged traumas, as my younger sister, Ruth, did.
My sisters and mom raised me to respect women and open doors for them.
She encouraged any artistic impulse I had, and my father discouraged any artistic impulse I had. They took out their problems with each other on me and my sister.
My brother and I had a really privileged relationship with my parents... They treated us like adults.
Growing up, my parents treated my brother and me with absolute equality.