Today I finally understood why so much of my life and family dynamics have felt the way they do.
It’s not just personality, not just birth order, not even just genetics. It’s operating systems — intrinsic vs. extrinsic wiring, programmed in those earliest caregiving years.
Gram (and Nama) gave me the same intrinsic, resolution-oriented OS that Dad had. That’s why I always felt bonded to him and to her — and why Mom and Erica’s extrinsic, door-slamming style has always left me hanging.
This framework is so simple, but it explains everything: the family split, the Mahoney vs. D’Ambrosio divide, why journaling/fiction/cleaning calms me, why some fights still burn decades later, even why the cats echo the same dynamics.
For the first time, it all makes sense. Not just “ah, that’s neat,” but deep, bone-level sense — the kind that gives me chills.