I've been over reading Beauty's blog about being "It". She has written such wisdom in a very short space. I, too, have been "It" all of my life.
I get it when Beautiful Dreamer says that she is "it", because I am it. I have always been "it" - I, too, am the chosen one. The child chosen to take the blame and responsibility and brutality for our family's frustration and dysfunctional short comings. I am "It".
I have willfully allowed my brothers, sisters, and my mother to taunt me, make fun of me, challenge me, and emotionally beat me up. That was my place as the "It" in the family. But that's not all being "It" means to me.
Being "It" means I am also the past; I am, was, and will be the It of my past because when they speak of the past, there is a great part of me they refer to who still lives there, and it's her present. I am many times the past, because I am also it's future. I am all that remains of what that child should have been, could have been, and had the right to be. I am it. I am all of it, everything that remains. I am not whole, but I am many. By the very fact I am alive I am unbreakable, but I am in pieces. Like everything DID, being "It" is a double edged sword.