Am up late, couldn't sleep, saw this and am riveted. Thank you for your unflinching honesty.
My mother sent me to therapy, and I went myself, when I could afford it. (Sometimes it and food and rent were *all* I could afford.) About 9 years ago, she offered to have me talk to her counselor, with us both there, so we could "fix" the trouble between us (her picking my cousin-abuser over me after he raped and tried to kill me). *Her* counselor affirmed that I had trauma-onset PTSD, and that I deserved help that clearly I'd never gotten from either parent. Not only did my mother refuse to follow any of her counselor's suggestions, or my requests, but she stopped going to therapy altogether, because in her mind, she was "fixed", and once again, it was just me who was the problem child tearing the family apart. I guess I really don't value "family harmony" enough. Strange.
We also had the rotating scapegoat, but it was usually me or my sister.
~Laima from Slacktivist