Rowantree, I could have written your posts word for word about myself, except that my moment of shame came when I couldn't rejoice whole-heartedly when my sister got into Cambridge, when I myself. hadn't even got an interview, despite it having been assumed right from my earliest childhood that I would go to Newnham just like many of my parents' friends. I did get into Oxford (this was in the days of student grants) and was happy there ... but I could never shake off this feeling of inadequacy and failure, since my mother never let us forget that intelligence was the quality she regarded as paramount, and she rated people's value according to their academic ability. I could go on, but you get the picture. More recently, I have discovered that my two sisters each felt, as I did, that somewhere along the line we had been A Disappointment, and that we'd let her and ourselves down somehow. As an adult, I understand that my mother was probably projecting various disappointments of her own on to us, but despite that understanding, I have never been able simply to 'move on' emotionally. The emotions simply arise as does the pain from a corn if you put on an ill-fitting shoe. These neural pathways laid down in early childhood never go away, any more than the beneficial habits which ensure that I can't bear to go to bed without brushing my teeth. I have found it helpful to accept that these feelings will persist of their own accord, but they aren't really me, they are separate creatures. That makes it easier to treat them objectively and with kindness, but I still feel them, nevertheless. And it's such a relief to learn of someone else who feels the same way - thank you!