Family Secrets: Breaking the Cycle of Silence and Trauma

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By Misty Medders

Family secrets run deep—and the trauma they carry can run even deeper. What starts as one person’s silence or shame can echo through generations, shaping how families love, fight, and even survive. For many of us, that silence becomes our inheritance.

A Cycle of a Family Torn Apart

In my family, the cycle of domestic violence began with my grandmother and her husband. Behind closed doors, what appeared to be a “normal” household was really a place filled with pain, control, and emotional damage. Those wounds didn’t heal when the arguments stopped—they were simply passed down, reshaped, and renamed.

When my mother became a parent, the cycle changed form. It wasn’t always physical, but it came through neglect, abandonment, and emotional distance. I grew up learning to keep quiet, to avoid conflict, to protect secrets that weren’t mine to hold. And even as I grew older, that same silence followed me—into my own relationships, my own patterns, and my own pain.

The Weight of Family Secrets

Family secrets often start with good intentions. “Don’t tell anyone.” “Keep this in the family.” “It’s nobody’s business.” But what those words really do is protect the abuser and isolate the survivor.
When we hide the truth, we keep the cycle alive. We protect reputations instead of people. And the cost is devastating. The unspoken stories become the invisible threads that bind us to our trauma. They shape our choices, our relationships, and even how we see ourselves.

I carried those family secrets for years—unspoken pain, hidden grief, memories no one wanted to admit were real. But the moment I started to speak, to tell the truth out loud, I felt something shift. The silence broke, and with it, a piece of the cycle began to crumble.

When Holidays Re-Open Old Wounds

The holidays are often portrayed as a time for joy, family gatherings, and laughter. But for survivors of family trauma, this season can also bring a flood of memories, grief, and triggers.
Being surrounded by reminders of “family,” or returning to old places where pain was buried, can reopen emotional wounds. The smells, songs, or even small traditions can stir up the sadness of what should have been—and the reality of what was.

If the holidays feel heavy, you are not broken. You are healing. Taking time for yourself, setting boundaries, or even creating new traditions is not selfish—it’s survival. It’s choosing peace over pretending.

Breaking the Cycle

I am the first in my family to say, The secrets stop here. The pain ends with me. Healing doesn’t happen overnight, but it begins with truth. Every time we name the abuse, every time we speak out, we cut another link in the chain that’s bound generations.

Breaking the silence is how we break the cycle.

At Break the Silence Against Domestic Violence (BTSADV), we believe that healing is possible—even from the deepest family wounds. You don’t have to carry the secrets alone. There is help, there is hope, and there is a community ready to listen and support you every step of the way.

This holiday season, may you give yourself permission to breathe, to rest, and to know that your truth matters. Because sometimes, the most powerful tradition we can start is healing.

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