When I was a teenager I kept myself back in order to let my parents devote their energy to my sister and not to me. That’s why I had sometimes the feeling that I could not fulfill myself and that I had not enough room. Even when her screams would get me mad I did not say anything even when her tears would expel me I remained silent. It is hard to complain about our sister when she is disable. We think that’s it is not her fault and so we don’t have the right to complain about her behavior. We keep everything for ourselves until we explode.