I chose "Brat" because I had 4 older sister, one 7 yrs older, twins 11 yrs older, and another 14 yrs older. I was an accident-nothing unique, but my sisters resented having a baby in the house at this time. Since mom was a depressed alcoholic, my sisters got stuck with me alot. They referred to me as brat, and later in life as precious (with contempt).
Throughout my life, I have repeatedly heard every bad deed I committed as a child. Of course without any compassion or any remembrance of their involvement. Since I was the baby, they also think that I got preferential treatment-which is where "precious" came from. If I was hungry, someone would say-who's gonna feed the brat. Who is taking the brat, etc.
Admittedly, I was the clown as a child that tried to keep the tension down. I still have a part of that within me but it has become more of a healthy defense in using humor to survive. Anyway, my siblings think recovery from co-dpencence is selfish so still use those terms to describe me.
When I developed full blown ptsd after a head injury, I became much more sensative and feel like a "brat" for trying to get my basic needs met.
Probably not a good choice-but what I felt when I signed on.