I don't know what to say about family growing up, right now it's a total blur though i'm sure if I spent some time looking at it I could say loads about it.
The first time I sat down to write about my past - which meant: my past of growing up in a family - I felt as though somehow I could not remember much from my childhood. Interestingly I had never questioned it because I had always experienced myself this way. Yet, as I would start writing, bit by bit and blog by blog, I would suddenly have actual memories coming back to me as sudden flashes of truth that I had hidden from myself. This was astounding to me because how can a person make themselves 'forget' their own past - but that is precisely what I had done throughout the years with and through my mind. So, my journey of writing was in large part also the walking of the recollection of my childhood life - that I had forgotten and supressed.
This writing and remembering of my past was essential to get into the deeper layers of my mind with self-forgiveness. This asssited me in allowing me to face my pain and often I cried, which is something I had not allowed myself to do before.
Guilt, power, relationship connections that are seemingly unbreakable, but i'm not sure when I realized these things. Truth is I spent 99.99% of my time looking at a screen. Though when I was very young I do remember doing loads of outdoor stuff.
About the pattern of living a life in front of the screen, I agree with Godfrey's words. No need to judge it. And yes, to make a change requires an actual decision, but you will find that some decisions require some self-forgiveness to loosen the rust. Try it and see what happens.