(Preface to say that I love my family and my sister very much.)

My sister is the youngest, kind of a social butterfly/diva/never met a stranger. She developed type1 diabetes at a fairly young age, and while I'm not exactly the healthiest individual in the world, I would be considered healthy as an ox comparatively, and logically would receive less attention as a whole than she would. Which was fine, I love her dearly and understood (most of the time) why it was like this.

Unfortunately, she would get in a bad way with taking care of herself after a bit, became a huge emotional and monetary drain on my parents (and to a lesser extent, myself) and my parents told me I needed to completely move out at 19, and I lost contact with them for about a year.

That's all over now and repaired up as well as can be expected, my sister is much healthier and now married to a pretty great guy, my parents seem to be regretting how it all went down because they're sending me gifts and things (socks, shoes, you know, worried mom gifts). I definitely felt abandoned and lonely for much of the past few years, though.