In preparation for this essay, I asked my three younger siblings for their strongest memory of me growing up. The immediate response? “Arm-twisting.” 

When we were children, I’d literally twist my sisters’ arms—never hard enough to actually injure anyone, I promise—if they did not follow my parents’ instructions (or mine). My brother, the youngest child, shrugged. “You take responsibility for a lot of things,” went his offhand interpretation of my minor abuses of power.

This, for me, perfectly encapsulates the experience of being an eldest daughter. She’s a demi-maternal figure who protects her younger siblings, shows them the way and, occasionally, strong-arms them into submission. 

Duh, as in, why did I even have to ask? Screenshot shared by Cherry Tan

Much has been said about the “eldest daughter syndrome” in popular discourse, describing a set of recurring behaviours and burdens faced by eldest daughters across families and cultures. The Straits Times called it an “invisible ailment”. Some familiar scenarios: being tasked with childcare, mediating conflict, or setting an example for younger siblings. 

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