Even as toddler I had to “read the room” as far as mum was concerned. It was always like that from when I was so tiny. It had to be that way to keep myself safe from her fluctuating moods & erratic punishments. So I really don’t remember anything specific happening at any particular age. My sister is nearly 5 years younger than me. As soon as she was born it was my job to do everything for her that Mum could possibly palm off on me. I was already “programmed “ to do everything I was told without question, so it just felt normal to me to take on my sister & her needs. Mum used to brag to people that “Lynne does everything for her”. It really shouldn’t have been my job. She wasn’t my kid, but that’s the way it was. My brother is 10 years younger than me. He was “my second child”. I wasn’t allowed to go out to play with friends unless I took him with me. A friend had a sister (Wendy) the same age as my brother. She was a surprise baby & was adored by the whole family. Her mum was so lovely, told me to leave him with her & she’d look after him, the little ones could play together. One day Wendy’s neighbour took her out to the shops & on the way back she ran into the main road in front of a lorry. She didn’t stand a chance. She was three years old. As soon as my mum found out she stopped making me take my brother everywhere with me. I now had a little freedom, but my friends family never got over the loss of their little angel.