Your family is loud. At dinner, everyone talks at once — your older siblings, your parents, all big voices and fast opinions. You're the youngest. You start to say something, and someone talks straight over you. You try again, and the conversation has already moved on. By the third time, you give up and just eat. It's not that they're being mean. They probably don't even realise. But you've started to feel like the invisible one at your own table — like your thoughts don't quite count, or aren't quite worth waiting for.