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Tuesday, July 8, 2025

I Was Always The Problem, Until I Wasn’t

Breaking Free from the Scapegoat Role in a Dysfunctional Family


For as long as I can remember, I was “the problem.”


If someone was angry, it was because I “provoked” them.

If there was tension, somehow it was my fault.

Even when I tried to be quiet, helpful, or invisible—I still got blamed.


They called me dramatic.

Too sensitive.

Always making things harder than they needed to be.


But the truth? I wasn’t creating the chaos—I was reacting to it. And in a family that refused to name its pain, the one who speaks up always becomes the target.


👣 The Role of the Scapegoat


In toxic or dysfunctional families, there’s often one person who becomes the scapegoat—the person blamed for problems that are actually caused by the system itself.


That scapegoated child is usually the one who’s more emotionally aware.

More honest.

More sensitive to dysfunction.


And because they can’t play along with denial, they become the one everyone turns against.


🧠 Verbal Abuse Isn’t Always Loud


Verbal abuse doesn’t have to be shouting or name-calling.

It can be:

Constant blame

Sarcasm that cuts too deep

Being ignored or excluded

Gaslighting when you express feelings


These patterns make you doubt your perception of reality. You start to wonder if you’re actually the problem, if maybe you are too much, too needy, too emotional.


But you’re not.

You were just human in a space that didn’t allow it.


⚠️ Why Scapegoating Happens


Many families with unhealed trauma or dysfunction rely on keeping things stable—even if that “stability” is toxic.


When one person starts asking questions, setting boundaries, or expressing emotions, it feels like a threat. So the system unconsciously unites against that person. That’s how the scapegoat is formed.


They’re not the broken one—they’re the mirror. And mirrors make people uncomfortable when they’re not ready to see themselves clearly.


💡 What Changed for Me


My healing started when I stopped trying to make everyone else happy and started trying to make myself whole.


I gave myself permission to feel, to grieve, and to question the messages I’d been taught.

I learned that I was never meant to carry the emotional burden of an entire family.


I wasn’t “too much”—I was just surrounded by people who couldn’t handle emotions.

And I wasn’t bad—I was just different. Honest. Awake.


❤️ A Word to Fellow Scapegoats


If this is hitting close to home, I want you to know:

You are not the problem.

You are not broken.

You are not too much.


You’re just someone who has felt too deeply in a world that told you to stay silent.

You’ve been blamed for what others refused to face.

But you get to stop carrying what never belonged to you.


You can heal.

You can set boundaries.

And you can even love your family—from a safe distance—without losing yourself.

🌱 Healing Isn’t Betrayal


Choosing peace isn’t selfish.

Choosing boundaries isn’t cruelty.

Choosing healing isn’t a betrayal of your family—it’s a commitment to yourself.


Let this be the season where you stop apologizing for existing, and start reclaiming your story.

You are not who they said you were.

You are who you are becoming—and that is more than enough



📚 Sources & Further Reading:

Forward, S. (1997). Emotional Blackmail: When the People in Your Life Use Fear, Obligation, and Guilt to Manipulate You. HarperCollins.

Gibson, L. C. (2015). Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents. New Harbinger.

Herman, J. L. (1992). Trauma and Recovery. Basic Books.

Engler, L. (2020). It Wasn’t Your Fault: Freeing Yourself from the Shame of Childhood Abuse with the Power of Self-Compassion. New Harbinger.

Sunday, May 19, 2019

First Post

So. I did it. Set up a new blog. I'm going to try to keep this one updated and not neglect it as I have other blogs in the past.

Hahaha. Who am I kidding? As a single Mom who has 9 children, my life is extremely hectic and busy, so it's only a matter of time before this blog also becomes forgotten or neglected. Or is it?

One thing that I've discovered in my life is that we make time for the things that are important to us. I might manage to hold onto this blog, and maybe even start updating my other ones. Time will tell.

So what is the purpose of this blog? This is my sounding board... A place to share my thoughts, feelings, insights and maybe even help someone in the process.

As a person with Complex PTSD, fibromyalgia, severe depression, anxiety and massive amounts of chronic pain and stress... My life is a challenge on a good day. My bad days are really bad. Somehow in all of it, I manage to keep going and keep hope.