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LATEST DIALOGUES It Didn’t Start With You: How Inherited Family Trauma Shapes Who We Are

by Mark Wolynn

Traumas Lost and Found

The past is never dead. It’s not even past.
— William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun

It didn't start with youA well-documented feature of trauma, one familiar to many, is our inability to articulate what happens to us. We not only lose our words, but something happens with our memory as well. During a traumatic incident, our thought processes become scattered and disorganized in such a way that we no longer recognize the memories as belonging to the original event. Instead, fragments of memory, dispersed as images, body sensations, and words, are stored in our unconscious and can become activated later by anything even remotely reminiscent of the original experience. Once they are triggered, it is as if an invisible rewind button has been pressed, causing us to reenact aspects of the original trauma in our dayto-day lives. Unconsciously, we could find ourselves reacting to certain people, events, or situations in old, familiar ways that echo the past.

Sigmund Freud identified this pattern more than one hundred years ago. Traumatic reenactment, or “repetition compulsion,” as Freud coined it, is an attempt of the unconscious to replay what’s unresolved,so we can “get it right.” This unconscious drive to relive past events could be one of the mechanisms at work when families repeat unresolved traumas in future generations.

Freud’s contemporary Carl Jung also believed that what remains unconscious does not dissolve, but rather resurfaces in our lives as fate or fortune. “Whatever does not emerge as Consciousness,” he said, “returns as Destiny.” In other words, we’re likely to keep repeating our unconscious patterns until we bring them into the light of awareness. Both Jung and Freud noted that whatever is too difficult to process does not fade away on its own, but rather is stored in our unconscious.

Freud and Jung each observed how fragments of previously blocked, suppressed, or repressed life experience would show up in the words, gestures, and behaviors of their patients. For decades to follow, therapists would see clues such as slips of the tongue, accident patterns, or dream images as messengers shining a light into the unspeakable and unthinkable regions of their clients’ lives.

Recent advances in imaging technology have allowed researchers to unravel the brain and bodily functions that “misfire” or break down during overwhelming episodes. Bessel van der Kolk is a Dutch psychiatrist known for his research on posttraumatic stress. He explains that during a trauma, the speech center shuts down, as does the medial prefrontal cortex, the part of the brain responsible for experiencing the present moment. He describes the “speechless terror” of trauma as the experience of being at a “loss for words”, a common occurrence when brain pathways of remembering are hindered during periods of threat or danger. “When people relive their traumatic experiences,” he says, “the frontal lobes become impaired and, as result, they have trouble thinking and speaking. They are no longer capable of communicating to either themselves or to others precisely what’s going on.”

Still, all is not silent: words, images, and impulses that fragment following a traumatic event reemerge to form a secret language of our suffering we carry with us. Nothing is lost. The pieces have just been rerouted.

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Emerging trends in psychotherapy are now beginning to point beyond the traumas of the individual to include traumatic events in the family and social history as a part of the whole picture. Tragedies varying in type and intensity—such as abandonment, suicide and war, or the early death of a child, parent, or sibling—can send shock waves of distress cascading from one generation to the next. Recent developments in the fields of cellular biology, neurobiology, epigenetics, and developmental psychology underscore the importance of exploring at least three generations of family history in order to understand the mechanism behind patterns of trauma and suffering that repeat.

The following story offers a vivid example. When I first met Jesse, he hadn’t had a full night’s sleep in more than a year. His insomnia was evident in the dark shadows around his eyes, but the blankness of his stare suggested a deeper story. Though only twenty, Jesse looked at least ten years older. He sank onto my sofa as if his legs could no longer bear his weight.

Jesse explained that he had been a star athlete and a straight-A student, but that his persistent insomnia had initiated a downward spiral of depression and despair. As a result, he dropped out of college and had to forfeit the baseball scholarship he’d worked so hard to win. He desperately sought help to get his life back on track. Over the past year, he’d been to three doctors, two psychologists, a sleep clinic, and a naturopathic physician. Not one of them, he related in a monotone, was able to offer any real insight or help. Jesse, gazing mostly at the floor as he shared his story, told me he was at the end of his rope.

When I asked whether he had any ideas about what might have triggered his insomnia, he shook his head. Sleep had always come easily for Jesse. Then, one night just after his nineteenth birthday, he woke suddenly at 3:30 a.m. He was freezing, shivering, unable to get warm no matter what he tried. Three hours and several blankets later, Jesse was still wide awake. Not only was he cold and tired, he was seized by a strange fear he had never experienced before, a fear that something awful could happen if he let himself fall back to sleep. If I go to sleep, I’ll never wake up. Every time he felt himself drifting off, the fear would jolt him back into wakefulness. The pattern repeated itself the next night, and the night after that. Soon insomnia became a nightly ordeal. Jesse knew his fear was irrational, yet he felt helpless to put an end to it.

I listened closely as Jesse spoke. What stood out for me was one unusual detail—he’d been extremely cold, “freezing” he said, just prior to the first episode. I began to explore this with Jesse, and asked him if anyone on either side of the family suffered a trauma that involved being “cold,” or being “asleep,” or being “nineteen.”

Jesse revealed that his mother had only recently told him about the tragic death of his father’s older brother—an uncle he never knew he had. Uncle Colin was only nineteen when he froze to death checking power lines in a storm just north of Yellowknife in the Northwest Territories of Canada. Tracks in the snow revealed that he had been struggling to hang on. Eventually, he was found facedown in a blizzard, having lost consciousness from hypothermia. His death was such a tragic loss that the family never spoke his name again. Now, three decades later, Jesse was unconsciously reliving aspects of Colin’s death—specifically, the terror of letting go into unconsciousness. For Colin, letting go meant death. For Jesse, falling asleep must have felt the same.

Making the connection was a turning point for Jesse. Once he grasped that his insomnia had its origin in an event that occurred thirty years earlier, he finally had an explanation for his fear of falling asleep. The process of healing could now begin. With tools Jesse learned in our work together, which will be detailed later in this book, he was able to disentangle himself from the trauma endured by an uncle he’d never met, but whose terror he had unconsciously taken on as his own. Not only did Jesse feel freed from the heavy fog of insomnia, he gained a deeper sense of connection to his family, present and past.

In an attempt to explain stories such as Jesse’s, scientists are now able to identify biological markers— evidence that traumas can and do pass down from one generation to the next. Rachel Yehuda, professor of psychiatry and neuroscience at Mount Sinai School of Medicine in New York, is one of the world’s leading experts in posttraumatic stress, a true pioneer in this field. In numerous studies, Yehuda has examined the neurobiology of PTSD in Holocaust survivors and their children. Her research on cortisol in particular (the stress hormone that helps our body return to normal after we experience a trauma) and its effects on brain function has revolutionized the understanding and treatment of PTSD worldwide. (People with PTSD relive feelings and sensations associated with a trauma despite the fact that the trauma occurred in the past. Symptoms include depression, anxiety, numbness, insomnia, nightmares, frightening thoughts, and being easily startled or “on edge.”)

Yehuda and her team found that children of Holocaust survivors who had PTSD were born with low cortisol levels similar to their parents, predisposing them to relive the PTSD symptoms of the previous generation. Her discovery of low cortisol levels in people who experience an acute traumatic event has been controversial, going against the long-held notion that stress is associated with high cortisol levels. Specifically, in cases of chronic PTSD, cortisol production can become suppressed, contributing to the low levels measured in both survivors and their children.

Yehuda discovered similar low cortisol levels in war veterans, as well as in pregnant mothers who developed PTSD after being exposed to the World Trade Center attacks, and in their children. Not only did she find that the survivors in her study produced less cortisol, a characteristic they can pass on to their children, she notes that several stress-related psychiatric disorders, including PTSD, chronic pain syndrome, and chronic fatigue syndrome, are associated with low blood levels of cortisol. Interestingly, 50 to 70 percent of PTSD patients also meet the diagnostic criteria for major depression or another mood or anxiety disorder.

Yehuda’s research demonstrates that you and I are three times more likely to experience symptoms of PTSD if one of our parents had PTSD, and as a result, we’re likely to suffer from depression or anxiety. She believes that this type of generational PTSD is inherited rather than occurring from our being exposed to our parents’ stories of their ordeals. Yehuda was one of the first researchers to show how descendants of trauma survivors carry the physical and emotional symptoms of traumas they do not directly experience.

That was the case with Gretchen. After years of taking antidepressants, attending talk and group therapy sessions, and trying various cognitive approaches for mitigating the effects of stress, her symptoms of depression and anxiety remained unchanged.

Gretchen told me she no longer wanted to live. For as long as she could remember, she had struggled with emotions so intense she could barely contain the surges in her body. Gretchen had been admitted several times to a psychiatric hospital where she was diagnosed as bipolar with a severe anxiety disorder. Medication brought her slight relief, but never touched the powerful suicidal urges that lived inside her. As a teenager, she would self-injure by burning herself with the lit end of a cigarette. Now, at thirty-nine, Gretchen had had enough. Her depression and anxiety, she said, had prevented her from ever marrying and having children. In a surprisingly matter-of-fact tone of voice, she told me that she was planning to commit suicide before her next birthday.

Listening to Gretchen, I had the strong sense that there must be significant trauma in her family history. In such cases, I find it’s essential to pay close attention to the words being spoken for clues to the traumatic event underlying a client’s symptoms.

When I asked her how she planned to kill herself, Gretchen said that she was going to vaporize herself. As incomprehensible as it might sound to most of us, her plan was literally to leap into a vat of molten steel at the mill where her brother worked. “My body will incinerate in seconds,” she said, staring directly into my eyes, “even before it reaches the bottom.”

I was struck by her lack of emotion as she spoke. Whatever feeling lay beneath appeared to have been vaulted deep inside. At the same time, the words vaporize and incinerate rattled inside me. Having worked with many children and grandchildren whose families were affected by the Holocaust, I’ve learned to let their words lead me. I wanted Gretchen to tell me more.

I asked if anyone in her family was Jewish or had been involved in the Holocaust. Gretchen started to say no, but then stopped herself and recalled a story about her grandmother. She had been born into a Jewish family in Poland, but converted to Catholicism when she came to the United States in 1946 and married Gretchen’s grandfather. Two years earlier, her grandmother’s entire family had perished in the ovens at Auschwitz. They had literally been gassed—engulfed in poisonous vapors—and incinerated. No one in Gretchen’s immediate family ever spoke to her grandmother about the war, or about the fate of her siblings or her parents. Instead, as is often the case with such extreme trauma, they avoided the subject entirely.

Gretchen knew the basic facts of her family history, but had never connected it to her own anxiety and depression. It was clear to me that the words she used and the feelings she described didn’t originate with her, but had in fact originated with her grandmother and the family members who lost their lives.

As I explained the connection, Gretchen listened intently. Her eyes widened and color rose in her cheeks. I could tell that what I said was resonating. For the first time, Gretchen had an explanation for her suffering that made sense to her.

To help her deepen her new understanding, I invited her to imagine standing in her grandmother’s shoes, represented by a pair of foam rubber footprints that I placed on the carpet in the center of my office. I asked her to imagine feeling what her grandmother might have felt after having lost all her loved ones. Taking it even a step further, I asked her if she could literally stand on the footprints as her grandmother, and feel her grandmother’s feelings in her own body. Gretchen reported sensations of overwhelming loss and grief, aloneness and isolation. She also experienced the profound sense of guilt that many survivors feel, the sense of remaining alive while loved ones have been killed.

In order to process trauma, it’s often helpful for clients to have a direct experience of the feelings and sensations that have been submerged in the body. When Gretchen was able to access these sensations, she realized that her wish to annihilate herself was deeply entwined with her lost family members. She also realized that she had taken on some element of her grandmother’s desire to die. As Gretchen absorbed this understanding, seeing the family story in a new light, her body began to soften, as if something inside her that had long been coiled up could now relax.

As with Jesse, Gretchen’s recognition that her trauma lay buried in her family’s unspoken history was merely the first step in her healing process. An intellectual understanding by itself is rarely enough for a lasting shift to occur. Often, the awareness needs to be accompanied by a deeply felt visceral experience. We’ll explore further the ways in which healing becomes fully integrated so that the wounds of previous generations can finally be released.

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An Unexpected Family Inheritance

A boy may have his grandpa’s long legs and a girl may have her mother’s nose, but Jesse had inherited his uncle’s fear of never waking, and Gretchen carried the family’s Holocaust history in her depression. Sleeping inside each of them were fragments of traumas too great to be resolved in one generation.

When those in our family have experienced unbearable traumas or have suffered with immense guilt or grief, the feelings can be overwhelming and can escalate beyond what they can manage or resolve. It’s human nature; when pain is too great, people tend to avoid it. Yet when we block the feelings, we unknowingly stunt the necessary healing process that can lead us to a natural release.

Sometimes pain submerges until it can find a pathway for expression or resolution. That expression is often found in the generations that follow and can resurface as symptoms that are difficult to explain. For Jesse, the unrelenting cold and shivering did not appear until he reached the age that his Uncle Colin was when he froze to death. For Gretchen, her grandmother’s anxious despair and suicidal urges had been with her for as long as she could remember. These feelings became so much a part of her life that no one ever thought to consider that the feelings didn’t originate with her.

Currently, our society does not provide many options to help people like Jesse and Gretchen who carry remnants of inherited family trauma. Typically they might consult a doctor, psychologist, or psychiatrist and receive medications, therapy, or some combination of both. But although these avenues might bring some relief, generally they don’t provide a complete solution.

Not all of us have traumas as dramatic as Gretchen’s or Jesse’s in our family history. However, events such as the death of an infant, a child given away, the loss of one’s home, or even the withdrawal of a mother’s attention can all have the effect of collapsing the walls of support and restricting the flow of love in our family. With the origin of these traumas in view, long-standing family patterns can finally be laid to rest. It’s important to note that not all effects of trauma are negative. In the next chapter we’ll learn about epigenetic changes—the chemical modifications that occur in our cells as a result of a traumatic event.

According to Rachel Yehuda, the purpose of an epigenetic change is to expand the range of ways we respond in stressful situations, which she says is a positive thing. “Who would you rather be in a war zone with?” she asks. “Somebody that’s had previous adversity [and] knows how to defend themselves? Or somebody that has never had to fight for anything?” Once we understand what biologic changes from stress and trauma are meant to do, she says, “We can develop a better way of explaining to ourselves what our true capabilities and potentials are.”

Viewed in this way, the traumas we inherit or experience firsthand not only can create a legacy of distress, but also can forge a legacy of strength and resilience that can be felt for generations to come.

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9 Responses to “It Didn’t Start With You: How Inherited Family Trauma Shapes Who We Are”

  1. April 28, 2016 at 7:00 pm, Diane de Simone said:

    I know. I know. All of the above. I’ve been a listener throughout my life. A healer. HOWEVER, I must tell you, the author, and you, the reader, there’s a brilliant process that has been diligently translated into a book: The Presence Process by Michael Brown, It’s a self-facilitated process that will and does release you from anything that inhabits your cells and memories, that keep you from being free and present. I do not write this lightly. It is a work that is worth looking over and reading; a process that is has been delivered to all of us, something which is a rare gift.

  2. April 30, 2016 at 12:40 pm, Sunnysmile said:

    I have completely experienced this after attending an immersion with my teacher. The past trauma was released after experiencing deep meditation at the week long immersion and the initionation of energetic transmission. When I was releasing this I remember feeling that this was not mine but from my grandmother and something that I was releasing on our families behalf, it was really relieving even whilst it was happening. Deep stresses was washed away, but this is what meditation is for when done often and correctly. I think it would have taken much longer to get to that place if not initiated in that immersion with Igor Kufayev I am very grateful for what he does by opening up the field to initiate this clearings in the physiology, its incredible that there is a teacher alive in this age who works like that.

  3. May 04, 2016 at 7:56 am, QuantumQueer said:

    Kim Rezarch in Fairfield, IA has helped me heal through her trauma-based approach: Trauma Response Syndrome. Her fb is really great and outlines and highlights the principles, some of which are outlined in this article, and probably the book too. her work is amazing and truly connects you with the authentic self. (or at least it has in my experiences and in the experiences i’ve heard from other people who work with her.

  4. May 04, 2016 at 11:32 am, smartgirlbr said:

    This was the most reavealing text I’ve ever read when it comes to self-knowledge. Thank you, very very much, Mark Wolynn for such enlightning words!

  5. May 07, 2016 at 9:15 am, Henry said:

    Dori Previn expressed this in her song The Empress of Chine in the 1970’s: Listen to her words…..

  6. May 18, 2016 at 1:49 pm, Pndrgn99 said:

    In the early 90’s, after completing 3 years of Gestalt training, I completed a Masters Thesison The Intergenerational Transmission of Trauma. Participants were all children or grandchildren of Holocaust and Diaspora survivors. There were a number of things that were strikingly clear. All participants, despite the fact that many had never heard family discussions or heard any history related, were aware of an intense and pervasive sense of grief for which they had no clear explanation. Survivors evideced various dreams and memories related to experiences (later confirmed by parents and grandparents) that were not related to their own lifetimes. One participant drew A detailed picture of something that was later revealed to be a trumatic experience suffered by her grandmother and not se suffered by her grandmother in a Nazi camp. Another participant admitted “Everywhere I go I am constantly looking for the place where will I hide if they come.”.

    In recent years I have come to believe that we are all impacted and shaped by the deeds and events that comprise the time in which we live. The positive side of this is that every loving thought and action contributes to the healing of all.

    The recent work of Henry Stapp, and others in the field of quantum physics, has proved the capacity of each individual mind to manifest the reality in which it believes. The covert perpetration of violence and cruelty and the amoral use of financial, political, and individual power continue to warp our collective psyche.

    I believe we are at a tipping point In the current era as a highly networked population we have the capacity to transform the social, economic, and ecological aspects of the world around us with the power of positive thought. It is frightening to contemplate the consequences of failure to understand the power of our beliefs and make a commitment to positive change.

  7. June 01, 2016 at 9:23 am, barbsch said:

    In my experience as with all therapy the method is secondary and the therapeutic relationship the most important factor. With longstanding family system issues, a therapist is needed, who ‘has been there’ and developed a live capacity to being over doing, in order to achieve healing and not just regression.

  8. August 15, 2016 at 6:50 pm, Mumbo said:

    Montpelier, VT: 44yrs

    The Ancestor Fish’s sucker mouth has rows of dozens of tiny sharp teeth.
    She is sleek, like a fat Rainbow Trout, except her tail.
    It is a bony extrusion, with spikes like razor wire in intervals down the tail, ending with a mace-like spiky ball.
    It is wrapped around the base of my spine, pulling at my tailbone when she flops or turns her shiny, thick body inside my gut.
    Her sucker mouth is most often positioned on my Sacral Chakra, the root of creativity.

    Sometimes I can see my light swirling into her mouth like smoke.

    Just writing about her causes pain in my gut.
    The swirling, uneasy sense diagnosed as irritable bowel syndrome that I suffered undiagnosed for most of my life.
    Like any ornery spirit, to speak of it is to call it.
    I ask for it to leave, right now, as I type to you.
    I feel a shift in how it relates to me.
    The resentment has faded, the tail relaxed in it’s grip on my raw spine.
    But still, she will not go.

    The spasms started last Monday.
    The precursor hip and groin ache was menstrual in nature, though I wasn’t due for weeks.
    The pain grew into startling harsh muscle spasms that visibly ran up and down my leg like a player piano’s phantom keys.
    It was agony that I tried to meditate through.
    I tried for days to regard it as another shamanic test.
    But the pain didn’t fade and I feared complications from any one of my maladies and injuries. Was my spinal cord finally tearing apart? Was CFS or Lupus flaring up?
    I gave into fear and pain.
    I ordered an ambulance and made a spectacle of myself in the ER.
    They wrenched my arms too hard, suggested I was drug-seeking. When they said there weren’t any cabs to call I freaked out.
    My girls were home!
    What about the kittens!
    I was in full panic-attack mode and completely determined to get out.
    But I could barely walk.
    They gave me oxycodone. I hated to take it.
    It lingers as a ‘restless appendage’ sensation for weeks after.
    It causes constipation.
    But the pain: unbearable.
    This is the time that these painkillers are needed.
    They put a shot of something in my ass and sent me home.
    They could’ve put me on psychiatric hold, I was batshit.
    Instead I got a quick ride home from a cop.
    Some days I’m lucky.

    The pills put me to sleep, the pain no longer raging as I try to be comfortable.
    I dream of the Ancestor Fish swimming free in a crystal ocean, her passengers at peace.
    I am awakened by a young man who comes by for an interview I’d forgotten.
    I apologize for being unprepared.
    He decides immediately he doesn’t want to work for me and swiftly leaves.
    I am very resistible.
    I fall asleep again and I dream of the women in the Ancestor Fish, I dream of the angry one.
    She has brought forth others who also do not want to leave my body.
    They aren’t rageful like her, some are very meek.
    There are two who speak for them.
    One is a crone, the other a boyish imp.

    You are throwing your legacy away. Breaking ties with family is a mistake.
    Releasing us will destroy us. You can’t do this to us! Stop! Stop!

    As Isabelle instructed in one of our healing sessions, I tell them to go to the light.
    It’s safe and where they belong.
    I feel the fish whip around in my belly.
    I awake to evening dim and a wetness on my skirt.
    I assume someone spilled water on me by accident.
    We live like badgers in a den, cuddling, clamoring, always close, giggling.
    My room and bed often become the dining room.
    Piper is on my computer, playing Star Wars games.

    I got my period, she says. I feel super shit-shit-shitt-ay.

    I’m sorry honey. I think about it for a minute. You’re not due for a week or so?

    I stumble to the moon calendar in the bathroom.
    Only 12, she’s already regular. She isn’t due for several days.
    When I sit down to pee I realize it isn’t water. I got my period.
    I’m not due for almost three weeks.
    The moon calendar says we both have gotten our periods on the New Moon. Something shifted in us so hard we completely flipped from Red Moon Women to White Moon Women.
    After several days in agony, I emerge feeling lighter, less hopeless as before the strange spasms began.
    My constant daily negotiations with the Ancestor Fish yielded something; freed me somewhere. The sacrifice; losing all feeling in my left leg, now I’m half-wood. But the pain is far less, within the parameters I am used to.
    If I can remove trauma from myself, it evaporates in my children?
    These bones and blood carry whispers of all the lives before and after ours.
    Does it also mean that I’ve set some of them free? I can still feel the fish agitatedly swishing in my belly.
    A few days later my eight year old complains, for the first time, about the exact kind of discomfort.
    I am weary at the thought that I’ve passed so much trauma to my babies that I now must remove. Remove what has dogged me, weighed me down this entire life.
    I can’t die yet.
    I have work to do.

  9. September 06, 2016 at 1:04 pm, Chrysoula said:

    Powerful. Thank you for sharing.

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