Your Little Brother Isn't Just a Maximum Dweebazoid—He Might Have Also Caused Your Depression

Your Little Brother Isn't Just a Maximum Dweebazoid—He Might Have Also Caused Your Depression:

I didn't grow up with siblings anywhere near my age, so I have no idea what it feels like to have some dickhead who looks like you constantly slamming doors and touching your stuff. (Or, conversely, to be that dickhead. Or both. Whatever.) And I was always jealous of people who did—like, maybe if I'd grown up with other kids in the house I'd be less territorial and rigid about my SVU time. Maybe I'd be able to hang out with people for more than a couple hours without feeling like I was going to crumble into dust and blow away from social exhaustion. Maybe I'd know about cool older-sibling stuff like "bands." (WHAT ARE BANDS, YOU GUYS!?) Having siblings close to one's own age seems, from an outsider's perspective, awesome. But a new study suggests that it might have its downsides too. More »