Being one of 7 children, I remember there always being some semblance of chaos around me growing up. Accompanied with that was a sense of competition. My family are high achievers.\r\n\r\nBecause of my squeaky voice (which hasn\u2019t evolved into anything else even by middle age) I felt that writing it down gave me more of a chance of being heard and heard authentically and fully not just presumed heard or \u2018half heard\u2019.\r\n\r\nNew writer Zita Pearson tells us why she writes.Image Credit: Nick Daly\r\n\r\nSharing a bedroom with my 2 sisters it was difficult to get any privacy. But keeping a diary under lock and key under my pillow meant that I had my own private world to come back to.\u00a0And I didn\u2019t have to share it with anyone else.\u00a0It also didn\u2019t cost any money to maintain my creative indulgence.\r\n\r\nThere is a presumed element of social responsibility when you grow up in a large family. That you will always be happy to share, that you must think of others before yourself. There is also the survival tactic of having to roll with the punches - that it is ok to be talked over, constantly, that it is ok to have someone always speaking on your behalf. I am a twin and for a not very logical reason my sister was always referred to as part of the collective \u2018older ones\u2019 whereas I was lumped in with \u2018the younger\u2019 ones. This used to rile me! My sister was admittedly bigger than me in stature but only 10 minutes older!\u00a0When writing I could be as big or as small as I wanted.\u00a0Now some 30 plus years on, sometimes I write to work things out in my life, to get some perspective.\r\n\r\nThe irony of being part of a large family is that you can feel very alone even though you are hardly ever by yourself. The act of writing demands solitude and I felt nourished by that, by having to find physical space to write in. I could take my craft anywhere \u2013 it was portable \u2013 up a tree, on a step, behind the shed and it was something I could do by myself. I was in my own space. I also didn\u2019t have to answer to anyone when I wrote.\r\n\r\nI also had a fear of being overlooked, of being taken for granted. This is something I still wrestle with years on. Writing gave my life substance and proof that yes I did have opinions, feelings, dreams, and they held value. That I existed as a whole being not just part of a collective.\r\n\r\nHaving so many siblings has also been a great joy to me. I appreciate their perspective on life and what they have taught me through their own experiences. I guess some people survive in big families easier than others. For me writing was about survival above everything else.