For a very long time in my younger days, when my brother was a drug addict (which some of my PTSD issues are from) I was the golden child. But as I got older and began having issues of my own, and yes, began telling the truth about what our family was like, I became the scapegoat child, the black sheep. But you know, my dad and stepmom are quick to blame their problems in life on everyone else instead of taking any personal responsibility.