Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS WRITER
When he was 7 I did a phone call to child abuse report line. Apparently the police or some type of investigator was sent to investigate. Later after some pressure, I told my sister it was me. This went down real bad, I haven’t seen my sister or nephews since.
The weird vicious emotional scapegoating abuse of my nephew had been going on since he was 6 months old. His father was the leader of this, sadistic, emotionally abusive, tormenting, teasing and mocking his own son for fun.
My brother in laws behaviour was shocking and scary. But I like the rest of the family ignored it. Except for some cowardly wingeing behind his back, I too enabled the Abuse of my nephew.
It took me a long time to work out and wake up from a dream, a stockholme like syndrome, that my family outwardly well off, successful people, seemingly high functioning had a dark weird secret. My mum was some type of personality disorder, secretly she had scapegoated me, bullied me, violently hit me and like my brother in law a horrible bully to one child, but a better more loving parent to the other child/children.
Why was I allocated the family scapegoat role?
My dad breaks like fragile fine bone china under the weight of mums personality disorder, he has sacrificed me and my nephew.
Yes he chose peace at any price, fuck you all, I’m going to write the book I wished was there for me, and for my nephew, and work to set all the little Scapegoats free.
Anonymous