Hi again. Thank you AN and Sakura for your posts. Sakura, are there any particular books you can recommend re scapegoating? I feel you are right in that i should read up about it, in order for me to realise that it was 'them' and not me.
Rationally I do know quite definately that it was them and not me and particularly in relation to my dad i have always known it was him as it was he who suddenly changed from a nice dad to a nasty dad and i was old enough at the time to notice that it was he who had changed his behaviour within the family rather than me who had been naughty/bad.
With regard to my mum; she has always been distant with me and cross with me for as long as i can remember, so i suppose in relation to her i have more of a doubt as to whether it was me or her. But, as you have said AN, my own experience tells me it was definately her. Because like you, i have found it much harder to find and feel my loving feelings towards DD as compared to DS. And it is most definately not because DD is any less loveable than DS, less likeable at times perhaps, but absolutely no less loveable. And my feelings or lack thereof towards DD have been there since the moment she was born, even before she was born, whilst i was pregnant. And all that has happened is that the lack of bond/connection has continued in my relationship with her from pregnancy, to birth and so far during her early childhood.
The big difference between me and my mother though is that i noticed and recognised there was a problem with my relationship with DD and i faced the problem and am doing my best to resolve it. My mother didn't do this, she being of low intelligence, lazy and a coward, and she therefore endured me until my 2 sisters were born and then, because love for my 2 sisters came easily and with no effort on her part, she quite happily ignored me and lavished her attention and love on my 2 sisters.
Also in my case, my love for DS came the instant he was born, if not even before he was born, and has steadily grown stronger and deeper every single day. BUT i have not abandoned DD, and taken the easy road with DS, i have worked damn hard and am still working hard to find and feel the love i know i have inside for DD. DD WILL NOT suffer in the same way that i did, absolutely NO WAY.
I just wanted to clarify the issue with regard to me telling my sisters how i feel about my mother. In my case it's not so much a case of wanting them to understand how i feel, as i know this is asking the impossible. It's more a case of putting the record straight with them as to how i do truly feel about our parents. Because some time ago i told my sisters that i didn't hate our parents. I said that because it was true, i don't hate them, i am indifferent. But my sisters took my statement to mean that deep down inside somewhere i do still care about our parents, which is absolutely not true. I want them dead not because i hate them, but because it will give me the final and absolute closure of our relationship that i want and need. I am sure this is why my middle sister felt the need to tell me about our mother's heart op; she thought that as i still care, i would want to know. But i don't care and i didn't want to know about the op.
So, that is why i feel the need to tell my sisters how i really feel, i don't them under some illusion that i do still care about our parents and will perhaps come running back to the family if, say, my dad now finds out he has cancer or something. I am aware that if i tell my sisters they may want to back off from the relationship we currently have, but if that is the case so be it. I would rather have a relationship with them where i can be completely and i suppose brutally honest about my feelings, in particular about our parents, than have a superficial relationship with them where i am holding back for fear it will end our relationship. If that is the true strength of our relationship then it really is not worth the time and effort it takes to maintain it.
That is why i love the quote i posted earlier. I think all of us should be able to be who we are and say, truthfully, how we feel, to those with whom we have close relationships. And the people who can't or don't want to accept our truth don't matter and the people who can and do accept us, brutal, honest, ugly truth and all, are the only ones who really matter.
Just one more thing. I actually feel quite silly now for not facing up to the fact that i was the only one singled out in the family as their scapegoat. I remember i used to talk to my therapist and somehow try and pretend to her and myself that my middle sister was at least as badly off as me if not worse off in some ways. But that is so blatantly not the truth. It is what i wanted to be true. I didn't want to be the only child out of 3 who was singled out and hated by her dad and not loved by her mother. But all the facts show that this is indeed how it was and no amount of twisting the reality or deluding myself will make it otherwise. In a strange way it is actually a relief to admit this to myself, instead of denying it, especially when the only person i was ever fooling was myself.
AN, can you imagine at all how you would feel if it was only you your parents chose to treat badly? Instead of both you and your brother? I suppose i was looking for a tiny crumb of comfort in all of this, by trying to beleive that both me and my middle sister were hated/unloved, but it was just me and only me. I even tried to tell my therapist that it was actually a good thing that i was really badly abused and hurt by my parents, because the severity of what i experienced and the long terms effects are what made me seek therapy. Whereas my middle sister suffered less abuse and was therefore less likely to be affected in the long term and therefore less likely to seek therapy to help resolve her issues.
What mad thinking. That it was better to have gone what I went through than what my sisters experienced. I realise now i was desperately trying to avoid the feeling of being alone in all of this, of trying to feel that at least my middle sister was in the same boat as me, but it was so far from the truth. Neither of my sisters are anywhere near my boat, they are not even in the same sea. Why it has taken me so long to realise such an obvious truth i don't know. But, to finally see the truth feels liberating, not scary and painful as i thought it would.
I am sorry for going on so much, i really needed to get that load off my chest. Thank you to anyone who has read so far.