If you still replay childhood conversations in your head, you’re likely carrying these 7 emotional wounds

by Adrian Moreau
October 7, 2025

Ever catch yourself re-hearing lines from when you were seven, like “Don’t make a scene,” or “Why can’t you be more like your sister?” or “We don’t talk about that”?

If those old conversations still loop, your body and brain are nudging you: something back there needs attention.

I say this as a dad in the thick of parenting with my wife, Camille.

On my work-from-home day, I’m the nap whisperer for our toddler, Julien, and the routine wrangler for our four-year-old, Elise.

I can spot an overtired cry from two rooms away—yet a random memory still ambushes me while I’m wiping down the high chair.

It’s humbling, and it also keeps me honest about doing my own repair work so I don’t hand my baggage to my kids.

Below are seven emotional wounds I see most often—sometimes in myself—when those old conversations won’t quiet down.

For each one, I’ll share small, realistic practices you can fold into a busy week.

1) The wound of conditional worth

If a tiny mistake sends you spiraling—burn a grilled cheese and suddenly you’re a “terrible parent”—you may have learned that love was tied to performance: grades, behavior, keeping the peace.

When praise only followed A+ moments, a lot of us internalized the idea that we had to earn approval and fear ordinary human mess-ups.

I still feel it when Elise’s teacher says she was “chatty” at circle; a younger part of me hears, “You blew it, Dad.”

Now I try to separate outcomes from identity.

I make a point to praise both effort and process, not just results.

When I mess up, I say, “I used a sharp voice. I’m going to try that again,” and then I actually redo it calmly.

We also do a quick “proud of” moment at dinner that has nothing to do with achievement—kindness, patience, a brave try.

Self-compassion is treating ourselves like we’d treat a good friend.

When kids watch us do that, worth stops feeling so fragile.

2) The wound of emotional dismissal

The adult version is apologizing for your own sadness or snapping when your child melts down because their big emotion pokes an old bruise.

The paradox is that feelings get louder when we try to shut them up.

At home, I aim to name and normalize.

“Your face looks tight. Are you feeling frustrated?”

If I’m right, I add, “Makes sense. I feel that way when plans change, too.”

Then I set the boundary: “All feelings are welcome; throwing toys isn’t.”

We keep a little “feelings shelf” with cards—angry, excited, worried, proud—so Elise has a shortcut when words are hard.

It’s not fancy therapy as it’s simply giving emotions a safe container so they don’t run the house.

3) The wound of walking on eggshells

If your childhood home was unpredictable—calm one minute, icy or explosive the next—you might scan for danger even on a sunny afternoon.

I do this when the house gets too quiet; my shoulders inch up like silence itself is suspicious.

Hypervigilance is exhausting.

It also steals joy from moments that are actually fine.

Rebuilding safety is slow and practical.

Predictable anchors help—same breakfast playlist, same quick morning check-in about one thing we’re excited for.

Clear conflict rituals help too: if Camille and I are off, we literally say, “Let’s pause and pick this up at 8:15,” and we actually circle back.

I also stick with consistent goodbyes and goodnights—“I love you. I always come back.”

Repetition rewrites old endings.

Steady beats grand.

4) The wound of perfectionist loyalty

Some of us were groomed to be the reliable one, the peacemaker, the kid who didn’t make waves.

That loyalty can morph into perfectionism—never asking for help, staying up late to do it all “right,” and then quietly resenting people we’re trying to protect.

I catch it when I’m packing lunches at midnight because I didn’t want to ask Camille to restock the pantry, and then I’m annoyed I’m the only one “holding it together.”

That’s not partnership; that’s martyrdom in a nice sweater.

Now we do a short Sunday “load map”—what’s on deck, who owns what, and what can slip.

We set “good enough” up front: store-bought cupcakes are fine.

Midweek, we renegotiate in five minutes if life shifts: “My day blew up—can you take bath duty if I do drop-off tomorrow?”

And we loop the kids in at their level so helping feels like belonging, not perfection.

Perfectionism is a function of shame—trading spotless for shared is an act of healing.

5) The wound of parentification (becoming the little adult)

Were you the kid who comforted a parent, mediated fights, or handled responsibilities that weren’t yours?

If so, your needs might feel fuzzy now—or you might swing between over-rescuing your kids and expecting too much too soon.

I notice this when the fixer in me jumps to zip Elise’s coat because we’re late, then later I’m frustrated she “never tries.”

That’s my old wiring, not her capacity.

I’m practicing a 10-second pause before I step in.

Weirdly often, she gets the zipper on second eight.

I also ask myself: does this moment need a rescue (safety), a coach (a tip and a nudge), or an observer (space)?

When it’s coaching, I give a tiny scaffold—“Hold the bottom still while you pull”—then I back off.

I name the role: “I’m your dad, not your referee. I’ll help you both calm down, then you can decide how to share.”

That frees them from carrying jobs that aren’t theirs and frees me from over-functioning.

6) The wound of chronic criticism and shame

Some of us grew up with “jokes” that weren’t kind, comparisons that cut—“Your brother never forgets his homework”—or labels that stuck.

It teaches a reflex of self-attack.

Then when your child spills water, your mouth moves before your brain catches up, and out comes something sharp.

Shame doesn’t teach responsibility; it teaches hiding.

I’m working on describing events instead of defining people.

“Water spilled on the table” lands better than “You’re so careless.”

I pair that with natural consequences and a skill: “Let’s grab a towel together. Next time, walk slowly with a full cup.”

If I cross the line, I repair out loud: “I used hurtful words. That wasn’t okay. I’m working on it.”

Then I show the change with a calmer redo.

It’s amazing how fast dignity springs back when blame isn’t in the room.

7) The wound of broken trust

Maybe promises weren’t kept, maybe rules changed without warning, and maybe love felt like a moving target.

The grown-up version is bracing for disappointment or keeping people at arm’s length—even your own kids—because closeness feels risky.

Rebuilding trust is less about grand speeches and more about small, boring follow-through.

I try to keep micro-promises: “We’ll read two books” means two books, even if it’s late.

If I truly can’t, I own it and set a new time: “I over-promised. I’ll read them right after breakfast.”

I also say the quiet part out loud: “I get tense when plans change because of my old stuff. I’m going to take three breaths before we decide.” 

I keep boundaries predictable—bedtime is bedtime, screen time is screen time—because consistency is love with edges.

Kids learn we’re safe from our average day being dependable, not from our best day being perfect.

Closing thoughts

If childhood conversations still replay, you’re not broken—you’re responsive.

Your mind is trying to complete a loop that never got closure.

The good news is that you can give yourself (and your kids) what you needed back then—consistent care, room for feelings, boundaries with warmth, and love that isn’t earned by being perfect.

I don’t have this all nailed down.

We’re raising children while we’re still raising parts of ourselves.

That’s not a flaw; it’s the work.

Bit by bit, with small rituals and honest repair, the old conversations get quieter.

In their place, new ones take root: “You’re safe here,” “All feelings welcome,” and “We can try again.”

That’s a loop worth repeating.

 

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