Scapegoating and the Cost of Speaking Up
The Truth That Cannot Be Erased For over a decade, this space has been my witness. For a multitude of reasons, outside of what has been designated as my willfullness and lack of gratitude, I have never been a pleasing or “quiet” victim sufferer. By around age eleven, I understood that my highest goal in life was to become someone else—or to become more palatable while absorbing abuse. I failed equally at both. I sought and gave myself to many…