- Wilson Shantae
- 15 hours ago
- 2 min read
My Story: Understanding How Family Trauma Connects to History

I never thought I would be able to talk about what happened between my brother and I. For a long time, I carried the shame and confusion alone. But over time, I began to understand that the abuse I experienced didn’t happen in isolation—it is connected to a legacy that goes back generations, all the way to slavery.
During slavery, Black families were deliberately broken apart. Enslaved people were denied protection from sexual violence, and family structures were constantly disrupted. Children were separated from their mothers, and exploitation was used as a tool of control. These acts of violence created trauma that didn’t end with emancipation; it passed down quietly, often in ways people couldn’t name.
My own experience is part of that story. Growing up, boundaries were blurred, and the trust that should exist in a family was complicated by patterns I now recognize as echoes of historical trauma. Survivors like me often internalize shame, feeling as if our pain is something we caused—but it’s not. Abuse is never the fault of the child; it is the legacy of broken systems that allowed violence to thrive for generations.
Sharing my story is part of my healing. I’ve learned that understanding the historical roots of family trauma doesn’t erase what happened, but it gives me context and compassion for myself. It helps me see that I am not alone, that this is part of a larger struggle, and that healing is possible. By speaking out, I hope to help others recognize that survival is not weakness, and that reclaiming our stories and bodies is an act of courage.
Breaking cycles of abuse begins with awareness, community support, and the radical act of saying: I will not carry this shame alone.



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