“You don’t want to end up like him do you now?”

Years later those words still echo through my mind. They act as some cruel guardian which ensures that I will never stumble, never flounder and never fall victim to the injustices which this world has in store for me. I was shown what happens to those who are weak, those who fail to seize control and grasp the power for themselves. The consequences of failure were paraded before me on an almost daily basis to allow me to witness the full horror of what it was to be sub-standard, below par and just not good enough.

I knew that this fate must not befall me and that it became necessary for me to clamber higher than everybody else no matter what it took or what the cost was. So long as there was somebody underneath me on that ladder as I climbed, then, as they saying goes, the devil would take the hindmost.

Onwards and upwards, climbing higher and higher to escape the consequences of vulnerability, weakness and failure. I was given a swift induction into learning how to stay ahead and protect myself. There were two routes available to ensure that you stayed number one and the best. Strive to stay ahead of the opposition and by the opposition I was taught that this means everybody else and furthermore bring the opposition down so that they become subsumed into the quagmire of failure.

If your opponent is taller, chop him off at the knees. If he is better looking, fling acid in his face. If he is smarter, batter his brains out. If he is stronger, poison him into weakness. If he is wealthier, sap him of penny and cent. If he lives in a pleasant place, pollute the neighbourhood. If he has a good job, get him sacked.

Figuratively speaking some of the time of course and that means to do all of those things, that it is necessary to play the scapegoat card. Become proficient at pointing the finger elsewhere, cultivate persuasiveness so that the allocation of blame falls on the shoulders of another, practise plausible deniability so the mantle of fault never rests on my head. Never be the one at fault. Ever. Those were my instructions.

The indoctrination continued. You are not to blame, you are not guilty, you are not the problem, you did not cause the problem either. Erase sorry from your vocabulary as you do not feel it, remove the idea of apologising as you have nothing to apologise for, do not express anything which might be regarded as guilt as that is an alien concept.

There is always somebody else who can be blamed. It does not take long for the repeated mantra of it never being my fault to engender that sense of impregnability and a lack of accountability. Since it is the fault of everyone else it is impeccable logic is it not that it can never be my fault? It therefore follows that if it is never my fault then such a fault-free individual is truly superior and stands above all others.

To facilitate this it therefore becomes necessary to identify a scapegoat or more accurately scapegoats. The role of scapegoat slots seamlessly into our thinking. Fault is an intangible concept but it exists. Someone is always to blame. I was taught that from the beginning.

Things do not just happen, they happen for a reason and the reason that she was always crying, that he was always failing, that they were socially ostracised, that she could not pass her exam, that he never scored a goal, that they never went on holiday, that he could not hold down a job, that she was a single mother, that he had a drink problem, that she was ugly, that he lived in a poor area, that she was never invited out, that he died alone, that she was beaten, that he was arrested, that she was raped, that he was murdered was because they were scapegoats.

Make others the scapegoat and immunity from fault and blame follows and thus one can move without hindrance, barrier or boundary. Make him or her a scapegoat because if you do not get in first they will do it to you. Make sure you blame them before they can turn that accusing eye in your direction. Stay one, no ten, steps ahead. They deserve to be blamed. If they had any value they would not be stigmatised in such a fashion, it is their own fault.

I learnt that they may come with smiles but the blade of blame is held behind their back ready to strike, so plunger your dagger of fault deep into them first. Do not be taken in by the false proclamations of love and compassion, they are but veils to place across my eyes so a crown of accountability can be thrust on my head.

Soon, the lessons that I learned began to automatically teach me. Not feeling enough attention at a party? The guests are ignorant and impolite. Tell one that this is a case and see how the attention shifts. Served slowly at the bar? The bar man is incompetent and he should be reminded of this fact. See how he has responded now?

Report not completed on time? Find a junior colleague and point out how he has failed to provide the necessary information. Criticised for not earning enough? Blame the bosses for running the company into the ground and failing to reward an achiever such as I. Feeling restless and unloved? Lash out at her so she seeks to make amends. Stuck in a traffic jam? Blame the department of transport for the ill-thought out road works.

Struggling to sleep? Must be those damned neighbours and their late-night music, go and give them a piece of your mind and see how much better you feel when you point out they are at fault.

But what if it is not those things and it is because I am not interesting enough to talk to, or not attractive enough to catch the server’s eye, or not good enough at my job, or not hitting the targets because I cannot apply the required effort, or because I do not show her any affection any longer, or because I set off late from the house, or because I fell asleep this afternoon?

Never. That is what they want you to think. That is the control that they seek to exert over you. That is how they get inside your mind and try to make you think that you are weak, when you are not. Remember, they want you to be the scapegoat. They want you to be the failure, they want you to be the subject of their blaming, so you take the rap, take the hit and become the patsy. Yes, you are right, I remember now.

The diktat still resonates even now, reminding and emphasising. That is not your role. You are better than all of them. You will rise above them and to do that you must work hard at everything and ensure that they are the ones who are to blame, because they are. They are the ones who are trying to stop you achieving and claiming what is rightfully yours. They are the traitors, the insidious foes, the treacherous betrayers who spout sedition and practise disloyalty. Let them know who they are, scapegoat them.

Thus this carries into everything that we do. We find a scapegoat in every aspect of our lives. The put-upon sibling, the browbeaten colleague, the lambasted neighbour, the oddball in the local superstore, the subjugated underling, the butt of the social circle and most of all you, the intimate partner who becomes the ultimate scapegoat.

It is you that becomes the receptacle for our domineering, hectoring, nagging, bullying, blaming, intimidating, coercing, blaming, accusing, menacing, terrorising, bludgeoning and oppressive persecutions.

You burnt dinner, you made the white shirt turn pink, you forgot to get that present that we wanted, you failed to satisfy our sexual appetite, you made us be unfaithful, you made us break that mirror, you made us slap you, you made us ill, you made our team lose, you cost us that promotion, you woke us too early, you woke us too late, you let us fall asleep, you kept us awake, you didn’t do it, you did it. Again.

This conditioning ensured that the only way to stay ahead, to win and to succeed was to find someone else to blame and that does not change because we know you are just waiting to try to blame us, well we know your game. We have you in our eyes and it is you who is to blame, not us.

The only way to prevent the hell of being a scapegoat is to make others a scapegoat instead.

And so I do as I do, I say as I say and I am what I am so that I do not end up like him, like her, like them, like you.

Can you really blame me for doing that?

12 thoughts on “Scapegoat

  1. Chihuahuamum says:

    I used to be the scapegoat in my family but since ive removed myself from the equation i suspect theres a new scapegoat. I speculate it to be my brothers wifes family in particular her mother. I do know there has to be someone who is projected upon who takes the blame and who can be used for triangulation purposes and leverage. Its freeing to step away from a toxic situation when youre able.
    Work situations arent as easy to. Ive seen this so often where a narc in a higher up position will surround themselves with allies usually other narcs and there will be a scapegoat usually someone the narc in charge cant control and therefore doesnt trust. They make them the example and dump on them. Sadly if you dont play the game you get chosen as the scapegoat.

    1. lisk says:


      I recently learned that even if you *do* play the game, you can still get scapegoated, smeared, etc.

      I have decided if it’s always Win-Win for the narc at work, that it’s better to be myself and establish boundaries that the narc may not like. Then, at least, I’m not allowing myself to be abused and to feel like crap for letting myself down.

      Either that, or GOSO if it gets bad enough.

      I hope HR managers read this blog—“Hmmm…you have quite a varied work history in such a short period of time…Ohhh! You had to GOSO! Makes total sense now. You’re hired!”

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  3. AR says:

    It is my first time to read this article. Just as awesome as the rest.

    Never again will i allow myself to be victimized and accept the role of a scapegoat. Not after i found your work. Being a scapegoat is like living in a hell.

    I used to accept the blame and even apologize when it wasn’t my fault at all just to avoid rage and keep peace.

    “You got sick and hospitalized. Guess what, you are terrible daughter since you made your parents cry.”- that is what my brother made me think instead of giving me emotional support that time.

    I don’t think that making others a scapegoat is the only solution.

    1. Renarde says:

      I sympathise. My brother called me ‘Old goat’.

      Mind you, I’d call him twat face when he called.

      1. K says:

        Ha ha ha…thanks for the laugh Renarde!

        1. Renarde says:


          My pleasure. Always.

          I’m about to get my laugh. The Crown. So subversive I imagine. Mind you, did you ever get to watch ‘The Windsors?’

  4. ThePolicyOfTruth says:

    I wonder HG if you ever watched a 90s television series called Profit starring Adrian Pasdar?

    The main character reminds me of you in a lot of ways.

    Excellent series. Chilling, but excellent.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      No I haven’t.

      1. ThePolicyOfTruth says:

        If you get some time to do so, I highly recommend it. Should you feel so inclined.

        It would be interesting to hear your take on whether or not the series creators accurately grasped how to portray a Greater narcissist.

        It has been years since I watched it. I have the dvds, I must pull them out at some point.

        1. lisk says:

          Looks interesting. I remember Pasdar from Judging Amy. My guess is his Profit character is quite different!

  5. Cyn says:

    Upon reading this I remembered that trait of allocating blame; whether it pertained to his/our life at all. You are so right in that nothing could ever just happen. It had to be blamed on someone, a finger needed to pointed and with a haughty, all-knowing smirk usually. It was almost a desperate need to make order of the world by assigning the order of blame to people, never him of course. But there had to be rigidity in everything. Is that just another example of the black and white thinking?

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