I have lived with the reality of my family having what I call 'the Dusti puppet' - this version/vision of me saying and doing all kinds of horrible things that in reality I have never done or said.

Best example was the accusation that I'd tried to kidnap my half brother. The reality was that my brother and I took him to lunch with neoclue and crystalsage, and I left a note explaining that this is where we all were. I paid for lunch for C, and then we brought my siblings back to my father's house. (I was 24; M was 22-23; C was 10-12.)

And somehow that was interpreted as a kidnapping attempt. 0_o

But, really. I have spent literally a lifetime being the family devil. I would very much like to give up the position. *wry grin*