I loved growing up the middle child of three kids. Things were chaotic, but in a good way. Everything from carpools and karate class to road trips and piano lessons were wild and entertaining. Sure, I was the “middle” kid, which gets a bad wrap, but I was (and still am) the only girl. In the game of birth order, the “only girl” card trumps the “middle child” card—at least in my experience. But as we’ve gotten older, the only daughter title has begun to take on more meanings beyond the fun mani-pedi days with mom…like family therapist, scheduler-in-chief, emotional glue and crisis manager. It’s called “Only Daughter Syndrome.”
See, in families with only one daughter, the burden of emotional labor—managing relationships, smoothing tensions and caretaking—often lands squarely on her shoulders—my shoulders. Works by Dr. Lisa Damour, a clinical psychologist and author of Untangled, and sociologist Arlie Hochschild, author of The Second Shift, expose how women are often expected to carry the emotional and relational burden in both personal and professional settings. We’re the problem solvers. The boss and the help. So, now that I’m pushing 40 with two kids of my own, it should come as no surprise that being both the default parent and the default daughter might be what’s flaring up my back pain.