i don't know if this counts but i felt isolated most if not all of my life except for maybe the first two years. then my father got sick and we had to be good little girls since my father slept during the day. that was for a year. I had to take care of his needs and wasn't taught to take care of my own needs. then at five he started drinking heavily. I had to keep that secret from everyone besides taking care of him when he was drunk by often times having to speak to him on the phone and coax him home so we could pick him up from the office. then i would calm him down at home when my mother used to egg him on. I felt separate from all my classmates. then i went to a private school where there were hardly any Jews.
Most of the kids came from very wealthy backgrounds and were old Yankees.
boy did i feel out of place. I went to a temple where all the girls got dressed up except for me. I didn't identify with any of them. I finally told my big secret to a college roommate who thought i came from a great background where she didn't. My melancholy started when i was five. I used to take care of the kids across the street at five or six and felt comfortable taking care of them rather than playing with my peers.
bobby