𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐘𝐂𝐋𝐄: 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘
While progressing through this research, we’ve never discussed breaking the cycle of generational trauma. A task that is easier said than done… To truly get this point across, I've decided to do a "short story". The people mentioned in this are completely fictional; I've made this whole story up, and I hope that we can all learn something about this.
TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of physical violence, intense arguments, read at your own discretion
Jeff and Sarah, a married couple in their early 30s with a 4-year-old son, James. From the outside, their life appears stable. Perfect even. Economically, the family is just fine in the middle class; Jeff and Sarah maintain steady jobs, and their son is thriving for his age. Having been married for six years, it would seem that they have built a strong foundation with each other and have shared every precious moment with one another. However, beneath that same stability, there are unresolved issues that begin to surface– particularly in Jeff’s behavior.
As time went on, the tension within the house became more and more noticeable. One evening after a long day at work, Jeff came back to find the kitchen still messy, on the floor nearby the sink toys scattered around wet, and dishes piling one on top of another. What would normally be viewed as a minor inconvenience quickly escalated. His frustrations quickly turned into anger which directly pointed toward Sarah. His voice became sharp, his tone harsher with each passing second. Meanwhile James, who had been quietly playing heard the commotion from his down a hallway, froze at the sudden shift. He watched his father silently, and gripped onto his toy not knowing what to do.
Later that night, as Sarah would put James into bed, she noticed that he was unusually quiet. Especially when bringing up his father, James would clutch onto his blanket and tug it close to his face, and repeat a single phrase Jeff had said, he told his mom he was scared of his dad. At that moment, Sarah realized that this was more than just a bad stressful day from work.
Entering their bedroom, Jeff sat down at the edge of the bed holding his head seeming to be regretful of his actions. Remaining calm but direct, Sarah began to explain that his reactions were beginning to react the same patterns in what he had described in his childhood.
In his childhood, Jeff grew up in an unstable household. His father was in and out of the picture, with or without warnings. When he was home, conflict would arise. Arguments between his parents would bring over the smallest details, some would quickly escalate by either intensifying or worse physical altercations. As a child, Jeff was not only a witness to these but was occasionally pulled into them. Over time, he has learned to associate conflict with heightened emotion, unpredictability, and a lack of control.
At first, Jeff was in denial, defensive almost, insisting that he was just stressed and that it wasn't a big deal. However, Sarah emphasized that James did witness the altercation and pointed out how similar his actions were to the ones he once experienced, and that if this were to continue, who knows what would happen to James when he gets older. Jeff paused, the realization was unsettling. What he once saw as “normal” reactions to frustration now became something more in depth, patterns he had never fully addressed.
In this moment, this is how Generational Trauma starts, but awareness and accountability is the key into not just stopping but preventing it as a whole. In this scenario this demonstrates how the cycle can start but it also highlights the importance of awareness and accountability. It starts:
Recognition / Awareness: Sarah noticed the patterns with Jeff’s reactions
Accountability: This falls under the small detail that Jeff did seem regretful and also with the final part of this story:
Later that night, after the tension and heat had begun to cool and settle, Jeff found himself, standing nearby, lingering outside of his son’s bedroom door. He hesitates for a moment before gently knocking and stepping inside. His son laid on his side holding his blanket close. With soft steps, Jeff made his way to the side of the bed, he sat down beside James’ feet, not saying much at first, instead he reached over and adjusted the blanket James laid with.
“I got a little too loud earlier, huh?” He said slightly above a whisper. James shifted a bit as if trying to pull away from Jeff. He didn’t push, he simply just sat there and placed his hand on his son's shoulder, not forceful but more reassuring. After a moment, James got up and leaned on Jeff slightly , allowing Jeff to let out a quiet breath, as if finally realizing the weight of what this day had brought him.