A Moment with a Scapegoat

A Moment with a Scapegoat

We all have roles in our families, the golden child, the hero, etc. I was none of those. I was the scapegoat. I was always held responsible for the ills of life but had no way of changing my fate or the fate of others.

The Sacrificial Lamb, er, Goat

The Sacrificial Lamb, er, Goat

I would have understood my mother’s behavior if we were still living out on the plains, having to survive, and she threw me to the saber tooth tigers circling. That would have been an easier death too. I would never know that there was something wrong with me. Just instant…nothing.

Destroy the Scapegoat, “Save” the Family

Destroy the Scapegoat, “Save” the Family

As my family’s scapegoat, everything was my fault. I was the sacrificial lamb or goat in this case. I was someone to blame for the ills of the family. And to “protect” the family, I had to be destroyed. Clearly, that did not work.

Scapegoating: Oldest Blame Game

Scapegoating: Oldest Blame Game

Born into Scapegoat Role I feel like I was born as the scapegoat in my family. I don't know if that is an accurate memory. But if there is one thing that I have realized is that my intuition is usually accurate. Whether it is a real account, it is how I felt at that...