Dr BokkoGrowing up, I was always the disappointment. The child who “never measures up.”
My siblings were celebrated the clever one, the obedient one, the one who made the family proud. Me? I was the one they compared, criticized, and cast aside. Every family gathering felt like walking into a courtroom where I was the accused, and my only crime was existing differently.
I can’t count the number of times I sat quietly at the dinner table, listening as my parents praised my siblings’ successes new jobs, good grades, relationships while pretending not to notice my silence. When I tried to speak, my mother would say, “Learn from your brother. You should be like him.” Those words pierced deeper than she’ll ever know continue reading…https://drbokko.com/?p=34151
