That certain immediate family members believe that I have some supernatural powers because of which I seem to have magical luck (sadly, not apparent to me) and anyone who hurts me in any way would be smacked down from the heavens above.

T says that at some level I've internalized this particular bit of madness (my "other dimension" as she sarcastically puts it) since I seem to be hell-bent on being responsible for people in my life that she says are abusive (towards me).