In my experience people use most of the braincells they have reserved for historical analysis on family. Maybe it is the reason the family saga is so popular a literary genre. Both being moulded and mould, form and being formed makes it a shit show, but somehow we have to return to it.
I have a large family and have poured out so much knowledge, sorrow, responsibility and joy that I feel soaked every time I think about it. In the end, it's all just love, but in the wild and destructive sense as much as in a calm and useful way (with the odd psychopath or two thrown in, mind!).
I wonder if this isn't something we've been taught to do, so that we are less likely to put two and two together about what's going on in the supposed real world. Psychotherapy sure has us dwelling on family matters, as if not much is more important. I credit psychotherapy, in large part, with the sad state of the world today. It's made many of us into the psychos it purported to prevent.
We could go back to indigenous ways (are we the indigenous now?) and tell stories about our ancestors to the children every night, so they can better see outside of themselves.
Maybe it is, but who taught us. Family is the people who were around us for most of your early life, the ones in whose company we learned all the basic necessary things. Putting two and two together - realise things - cognition in a word, is always mixed up in our memories our stories, and there they are: the family.
I see it as something that is just as unescapable as the period of history you live in.
Psychotherapy is a strange monster, I agree on that. It masquerade as science, but it suffers from the same blind spots as religion. It creates powerful and dogmatic stories instead of uncovering the unknown. And then there's art story telling etc. It is only a fraction better, but at least it sometimes touch on truth and there's freedom in it. Psychotherapy always gave me the chills with its overly certain explanations.