Neo and the House that echoed (with the content used to create this story)

 

Gifted kids such as myself are rare like 6 out of 100 rare.  Now add the fact that I am a supportive person who loves helping others yet I never received any of the support that I give others freely basically because my family was devoid of this type of support for me.  Not a single person in my family knows how to listen or show someone else compassion or empathy and what is ironic is they are very religious and they also believe their special.  They are also self-centered yet think they do no wrong.  They pass down intergenerational trauma like it’s a staple in the generations upon generations. 

What they deprived me of due to their lack of support is a successful career and life and instead they recruited me to work at their businesses for barely more than minimum wage for 25 years while they still abused me in ways that don’t show scars, emotionally and psychologically.  Just because there is no physical wound doesn’t mean it doesn’t cause harm, it just takes many years before it manifests as a physical symptoms.  Luckily I have used my intellect to put names to the types of abuse and I found out that it’s called somatic stress, the physical manifestation of emotional and psychological abuse, that is. 

I can figure out many things, even complicated things but who would I turn to if I couldn’t solve a problem?  For example I was dropped by my health insurance and trying to reapply for benefits is not easy at all, so who do I ask what to do next to get my health insurance I need reinstated?  Things like this are why people who have supportive families that can communicate do very well while the people who live in narcissistic family structures struggle rather than succeed.  Odd thing is what I have went thru is very common and just as common as these narcissistic family abuses and roles that people don’t choose for themselves, family narratives are what does the choosing.  Let’s pretend your family’s narrative is that you are a lazy drunk, it doesn’t matter what you do or even if you stop drinking or not because when the family continues to tell the narrative or call the person a lazy drunk behind their back or to when talking to other people, then any and all successes will never pull a person out of or convince the family or change the narrative.  Many times the person in this scapegoat role thinks “Well since they are always going to think I’m a drunk and lazy regardless of what I do or achieve then I might as well be that lazy drunk.” Achievements go unrecognized, successes go uncelebrated, improvements to their life or personal achievements get drowned out because their family refuses to see the harm their words and narrative have on the other families lives, so no one can ever challenge that narrative or the family spreading it’s minds.  It’s very common but solutions are not especially in this type of abusive family dynamic because when you challenge what these narcissistic family members think their fragile ego’s see it as an attack and double down on the same old narrative because if they admitted they were wrong the amount of guilt and shame they might have to feel is too much for them to bear and it’s so much easier for them to believe they didn’t do anything wrong or everything they did is right or correct no matter what research or evidence you provide them with, their eyes and minds will never be able to learn humility, empathy, or even compassion for the people their words hurt the most.  Now if a husband what physically beating his wife everyday for 20 years and not abusing her emotionally or psychologically, do you think he would get away with it just by refusing to admit he was wrong or learn that it is wrong to physically abuse his wife?  Ignorance is not an excuse.  What if there were more than 1 generations who beat their wives, does because it done to more than one generation therefore the next generation sees it and believes that type of abuse is how everyone is treated or abused is just normal, does that make it right?  Refusing to admit when they are wrong or learn anything new about the brains we all have which is what the study of psychology is as well as behaviors. 

Now that we know the narcissistic family roles and abuses are the most common amongst families, the ones that people go to or expect to support, or protect when another member needs help, advice, or just general support to navigate life, every one should have family or friends that back them up or encourage and help them in their time of need, how do you think a person might do if  a situation arises and those they believed to care about them, one by one simply turned away or even got angry at the family member who needed help rather than simply try to help them by listening and showing them empathy and compassion.  Narcissistic family members do not have the basic wiring for empathy and will struggle to even explain what empathy or compassion is due to their own upbringing.  These narcissistic family members were spoiled when they were kids and basically could do no wrong in their caregivers eyes so when they became adults they believe everything they do is “the right thing” or the right way to do things regardless.   They lack humility due to their caregivers spoiling them, basically they were shown all the support from their parents but are incapable of even showing support to their own children because of this. 

How would someone go about stopping the passing down of more intergenerational trauma that has been passed down for several generations without the support of any friends or family?  This is the impossible question I have been plagued with for quite some time now.

I know life is not fair but why should a family be allowed to continue in their abusive ways?   I remember a saying that said “Sticks and stones will break your bones but words will never hurt me.”  I disagree with that saying.  Words, when weaponized to make someone feel less than, belittle, or demean someone and when done as a family group especially does have a very real harmful effect on someone’s mental health and the longer it goes on or continues the worse it gets.  The pain it causes is never immediate, it takes years for harmful narratives to cause agoraphobia like symptoms or fibromyalgia like symptoms and even IBS like symptoms due to the victim of the abuse’s body storing those hateful words that the body translates into a constant stress.  When alone with no one for support one has to become hypervigilant to survive this makes even small problems seem like mountains to climb because say for example someone slips while in the shower… who is going to help them if no one ever stops by or checks on them?  Who can help a family member if your trying to tune them out, ignore them to death which is the Silent treatment?  This is how a misguided family narrative can hurt the victim in just one way, there are many other ways it affects their daily lives especially when you can’t get away from that toxic family narrative.  Talking badly in any way about someone you should protect or care about is what most people do, but in supportive families it’s much different and supportive families thrive due to their empathy for one another as well as compassion.

How can people that are so religious not understand the bible? Because they couldn’t even tell you what empathy or compassion is, let alone how to show someone it.  The bibles main message is try to be more like Jesus in your life.  Try to be kinder, understand better, work together, and show your family, friends, and neighbors empathy and understanding, that is what the narcissist’s in a bad family dynamic are unable of understanding due to their basic lack of wiring for empathy and compassion.  It doesn’t matter if you could recite the entire bible from memory if you can’t understand how to use the knowledge you should have learned from one single book, the most popular book all around the world yet so many still to this day don’t understand this basic concept, but neither does computers or robots.  This is why these behaviors are so common as well as the bad family dynamic but like a broken record, it repeats itself generation after generation kind of like history repeating itself, it’s time to break the cycle NOW.

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Neo and the House That Echoed

Neo was a puppy with soft ears, quick paws, and a talent for detecting sadness before people said a word.

He could find a dropped cracker under the couch in four seconds.

He could hear the refrigerator open from three rooms away.

And he could tell when his person, Evan, was carrying a worry too heavy for one person to carry alone.

That morning, Evan sat at the kitchen table holding a letter. Neo watched him read it once, then twice, then a third time—the way humans reread bad news as if the letters might feel guilty and rearrange themselves.

“What’s wrong?” Neo asked with his head tilted sideways.

“My health insurance ended,” Evan said. “I have to apply again, and I don’t know what comes next.”

Neo considered this.

In puppy logic, the answer was clear: ask the pack.

A pack was supposed to help. If one member was scared, the others came closer. If one got hurt, the others noticed. If one was hungry, everybody at least acted interested in snacks.

But Evan’s family had never been much of a pack.

They were more like a group of people standing in separate rooms, shouting through closed doors.

When Evan needed help, someone usually said, “You should’ve figured that out already.”

When he was upset, someone called him “too sensitive.”

When he succeeded, they somehow found a way to talk about something else.

And if Evan tried to explain that their words hurt him, they got offended—as though pain itself were rude for showing up.

Neo did not understand that rule.

If Neo accidentally stepped on Evan’s foot, he immediately offered a look of deep regret, followed by a kiss on the ankle. That was basic puppy ethics.

The Old Echo

Evan was one of the rare people who could see patterns everywhere.

He could untangle a computer problem, remember tiny details, help a friend calm down, and spot the hidden reason an argument had started. But for years, his family had used that ability like it belonged to them.

They brought him into the family businesses. They told him family was important. They paid him just enough to keep him working and just little enough to keep him stuck.

For twenty-five years, Evan became the person who fixed things.

The printer jammed? Evan.

The computer froze? Evan.

A customer was angry? Evan.

Someone needed help? Evan.

But when Evan needed someone to listen, the house answered with an echo.

“Too much.”

“Too sensitive.”

“Too difficult.”

“Lazy.”

The words bounced off the walls until they tried to settle inside him.

Neo hated those echoes.

He barked at the hallway one day, just in case the words were hiding there.

The Invisible Backpack

Evan had learned something important: hurt does not need a bruise to be real.

Some pain is like carrying an invisible backpack. At first, it seems manageable. A cruel remark goes in. A rejection goes in. A year of being blamed goes in. Another year of never being celebrated goes in.

Soon the backpack is full of rocks.

The body notices.

Shoulders stay tight. Sleep gets strange. Stomachs twist. Small problems feel enormous because the person has spent years preparing for emergencies with no backup. The nervous system becomes a smoke alarm that never gets to turn off.

Neo knew a little about alarms.

The vacuum cleaner was definitely suspicious.

But Evan’s alarm was different. It had been ringing for so long that sometimes he forgot the house was supposed to be quiet.

The Phone Call

Neo climbed into Evan’s lap, even though he was getting too big for it.

“You can do the paperwork,” Neo seemed to say. “I will supervise.”

Evan laughed.

Then he found the benefits number, gathered his documents, and made the call.

The phone system made him press buttons.

It asked the same questions twice.

It played hold music that sounded like a sad robot practicing jazz.

Neo sighed loudly beside the phone.

Finally, someone answered.

A woman with a calm voice said, “Let’s take this one step at a time.”

Evan went still.

No blame.

No lecture.

No reminder of everything he should have done differently.

Just help.

The woman explained what documents to send, where to upload them, what deadline to watch, and which office to call if the application was delayed. The problem was not solved yet, but it had changed shape.

It was no longer a mountain.

It was a staircase.

Neo wagged his tail.

He liked staircases. They meant progress, and occasionally they led to bedrooms where socks could be found.

The New Rule

That night, Evan sat on the floor with Neo beside him.

“I don’t know how to stop the old pattern,” Evan said. “It has been passed down for so long.”

Neo rested his chin on Evan’s knee.

The old pattern was real. It was the House That Echoed: people repeating hurts they had never faced, calling cruelty “normal,” calling silence “peace,” and mistaking control for love.

But a house only echoes when someone keeps shouting into it.

Evan could choose different words.

He could tell the truth without waiting for his family’s permission.

He could seek people who listened.

He could let a counselor, a support group, a neighbor, a friend, or a kind benefits worker become part of a healthier circle around him.

He could stop repeating labels that were never his to carry.

And he could remember that compassion is not proven by how loudly someone talks about faith, goodness, family, or being right.

Compassion is proven when someone is hurting and another person chooses to move closer instead of away.

Neo closed his eyes, satisfied.

Then Evan opened a notebook and wrote a new family rule:

When someone says they are hurting, we listen before we judge.

Neo added a muddy paw print beneath it.

It was not a giant revolution.

It was only one line on one page.

But every broken cycle has to begin somewhere.

Sometimes it begins with a person who refuses to repeat the harm.

Sometimes it begins with a puppy who refuses to leave their side.

And sometimes, that is enough to make the old house a little quieter.