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Originally Posted by Angelique67
I'm still the family scapegoat. When I was last in the hospital in April, my mom chastised me for upsetting a sibling who has a short fuse. And made me promise I'd never do it again. That was her/the priority over all the garbage I've been wading through.
But I'm lonely so I keep going back to them. I spent half my adult life in NYC just to get away from them lol. It wasn't/isnt easy.
ETA There's just so much more but I'd need a lot of time to even summarize it. Anyway, I think we scapegoats are the ones who eventually need therapists and meds because the family never really changes.
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I identify with your story and agree that we, the scapegoats, are the ones who need therapy and medication to cope. I'm sixty-eight years old and my eighty-five year-old mother still bullies me. This has been her pattern since I was a young child. I think it energizes her. She cannot change. I have to limit my time with her because she can hurt me.