On my father's side, they were 10 children. All my uncles and aunts are sane people, who grew up loved even though they lived in rough times (1940's and 1950's in the country). Plus, their mother died from a liver infection not long after the last child was born, so times were really rough.
Nobody turned out f**ked up in my family. Yes some are weird and have problems, but not more than any other family. They all care for one another, and look out for each other. I think the key here is how the parents love the childen that makes the difference. I have 2 sisters, and I have always felt that my parents loved us all equally, and they have said to us many times that you can't love one of your child more than the other, and I believe them. Love is an endless ressource when it comes to children, so they've told me. Parents that love a child more than another have issues as far as I'm concerned. |