I myself was an only child... born into an elderly extended family. The next youngest person to me was my mother. And she was approaching middle age when I was born. The extended family I grew up with (maternal grandmother, aunts & uncles) were all born in the late 1800's. I don't know what happened with me that screwed me up from the very beginning. But something did. (I do have one or two ideas. But I can't be certain they ever even actually happened. And there's been no one left to ask for many years... not that I ever would have anyway.) So it's all just a big black hole in the center of my psyche. The good thing is that at this point I'm getting old. And the older I get... the less any of it matters anymore.