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This post is in response to a blog reader who knows she was force fed as an infant.  I am not a professional in any sense regarding this topic so I found some related links on the topic and encourage readers to place comments to this post for discussion.

Some inexperienced new mothers might force feed their infant.  Force feeding is child abuse.  If any outsider detects this practice being done to a baby intervene in any way possible to stop it, including reporting the abuse to authorities if needed.

I cannot speak to the long-term consequences of what this trauma does to an infant abuse survivor.  In cases where the force feeding accompanies mentally ill/overall abusive parenting all the same consequences of Trauma Altered Development reported on this blog are likely to occur.

Any child abuse survivor that knows  that abuse-maltreatment-trauma happened to them can bet their booties it DID begin in their infancy if they have reason to believe they were chronically force fed at ANY stage of their infant-child development.

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FROM WICKIPEDIA — Force-feeding

Dr. Gott: Parents’ force-feeding is considered child abuse

Force feeding and eating disorders

Do you sometimes force your baby/child to eat…? – Yahoo! Answers

News for force feeding babies – child abuse

Feeding the 9 – 12 Month Old – “Pressure tactics make feeding harder, not easier. Don’t force-feed food, as this could create long-term unhealthy attitudes about eating.”

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Nursery boss ‘violently shook babies and forced them to eat vomit’

By Emily Andrews – England, March 2010 – This is a news article about horrendous infant abuse in a nursery school that included force feeing.  Other staff members in this facility knew the abuse was occurring for three years before someone finally reported it.

Another BBC article on this:  Woman ‘force-fed babies vomit’ at Bromley nursery

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Feeding the Baby – “During his 0 to 4 months, your baby will require only milk. They may feel full easily but will require at least eight feedings a day. Because your baby cannot tell you when he is full or not, be sensitive when he starts facing away from the milk, this is your signal that he has had enough.”

“As much as possible, make each mealtime enjoyable for your baby. Do not force him when he turns his head away from his food. This is his way of saying, I had enough or I do not want that. If you force feeding your baby, he may not enjoy mealtime, whining may happen. This may end up causing not enough nutrients in his body. You, of course, do not want this to happen.”

Feeding the Fussy Child – “Your baby develops dietary preferences, as she becomes aware that she is not just an extension of you. Deciding what she would like to eat is one way in which she asserts her independence.”

Trust your baby’s instincts

“Dr. Davis conducted an experiment using three 8 to 10 month old babies who had been fed only on breast milk. At each meal six to eight dishes of wholesome unrefined foods were placed before them and they were allowed to point to what they would like to eat.

Dr. Davis discovered that left to their own devices, these babies had a healthy development. Over time, they chose what was generally accepted as a well-balanced diet. Their appetites varied from meal to meal and day to day. This study seems to indicate that babies somehow have a natural inbuilt ability to eat in a manner that does not harm their development. We must remember that we managed our diets successfully for centuries before we were told the do’s and don’ts of nutrition. 

Parents should trust their babies’ instincts and give them some leeway when it comes to eating. Anxious parents worry that poor eating can lead to nutritional deficiency and development problems. Children seem to have an inner mechanism that somehow works to ensure that they have a balanced diet. Children rarely develop vitamin deficiency or malnutrition because they are poor eaters.”

Force feeding is not the answer

“When your child has a feeding problem, meal times become a battlefield as anxious and frustrated parents try to persuade their child to eat. A feeding problem is often the result of parents coercing their children to eat. In most cases this backfires. Forcing your child to eat will only worsen the situation because it reinforces the child’s dislike for food.

Mealtimes should be pleasant affairs. Avoid making the child’s diet a bone of contention at every meal. This will make the child dread meals even more. Make every effort to make your child look forward to mealtimes. Give her the wholesome food she likes best for 2 to 3 months and omit all the foods that she dislikes. This will help to make her less suspicious and tense about food.”

Feeding Problems in Infants: Force Feeding

“Force-feeding is the end-result of several different processes. It is important because of the direct dangers it holds for the baby and because of what it tells us of the mother-child relationship. Its primary cause is the sense in the feeder that the baby is not feeding properly.  [ME:  OR it is a consequence of a mentally ill and/or abusive parent’s treatment of their child!!]

This perception may be mistaken and reflect the unrealistic expectations of a young, inexperienced mother. Alternatively, if a good attachment has not formed between mother and baby, tolerance of the infant may be low and any slight ‘misdemeanour’ by the baby provokes irritation. The tolerance level may also be reduced if the mother is depressed or unhappy. Sometimes the source of the trouble is not the mother but the fact that many people are feeding the baby, who is sensitive to an atmosphere of inconsistency or disorder.”

BLOG POST:  “Anyone out there feel like they’re force feeding their baby???”

WEST AFRICA: Babies force-fed to free time for fields

Failure to Thrive – Should I force feed?

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It seems to me that I made an important decision for myself without knowing I did it.  Looking back at this past month in my book-writing process — or rather at my non-writing process — I am coming to the conclusion tonight that I am done with my first rough draft of my first book.  This comes as a surprise to me.  I was evidently done a month ago and didn’t know it.  Tonight I know it.

I understand what the ‘stopping’ I wrote about in recent posts was about.  That is what happens when the end of a book is reached.  The story stops.  It stops wherever it stops.  “Duh, Linda!”

So, this book ends where I quit writing.  I have tried to inch my way forward over these past weeks, but that is ALL I have accomplished — a few more inches.  The book almost stops when I was 10 and was forced by my mother’s intensified abuse to run away from her.  The book actually stops a few hours after I ran away and was forced to go back home.  I had nowhere else to go.

Certainly the whole story of my life at home being abused by Mother lasted another eight years without reprieve, but I realize now that my first book truly is about my childhood — about my life as a child.  After the age of ten, as I pass my eleventh birthday and begin to move into prepuberty, then into puberty, and then into my teenage years I was no longer a child.

Those later transitions belong to another book.

Even stopping here at age 10 I now have a massive editing process to go through.  But I can understand that.  I can work with that.  What has become very clear to me is that I cannot move forward into the later time I spent being abused by Mother without first going back and making a book out of what I have discovered about my life during the first decade I lived in this body on this planet being Linda.

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There are very few trauma memories from my abusive childhood that I can return to and think about freely.  I wouldn’t freely choose to return to them AT ALL if I didn’t believe there is healing in this process of book writing through which I am finally, at age 60, working to tell the whole story in order of the first 18 years of my life — for the first time ever.  I have written most of the ‘stories’ as vignettes of separate memory on this blog at ++MY CHILDHOOD STORIES with the bigger context for these stories at +DEVIL’S CHILD – My Childhood.

I am mentioning this today because I have finally copied from my stories this one — *Age 9 – BLOODY NOSE – so I could drop it into its ‘slot’ among my book writing history where it belongs.  It has taken me MONTHS just to be able to face going to the blog to find this account so I could move it into the main story I am writing.  I will NOT read it today, nor am I ready to go into the memory again to write it anew for the book – which might need to happen further down the road when the book begins its editing process.

In other words, being able to tolerate REMEMBERING – or re-membering – ourselves in our own childhoods of abuse is most often an extremely difficult piece of work for us to do.  I am a firm believer that each soul is created with a craving to seek love.  That we are destined to search for the love of God and to give it in return back to God and to all life around us – including to ourselves – means that even as an infant and a child I was NATURALLY doing this seeking whether I knew it or not.

Naturally an infant-child seeks attachment to its parents from birth.  When love is nowhere to be found, what happens inside the little one?  When direct HARM exists as evil in direct opposition to what God and nature intends, does the soul of a little one KNOW great injustice is being done to it?

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This post follows yesterday’s +IN MY ESSENCE, in which I posted this link:  *THE 1ST 21 HIDDEN WORDS.  In light of the very difficult memory I could barely tolerate retrieving today to place in its slot in my childhood story, I am pulling out two of the Hidden Words at this link I mention here in reference to what I believe my soul knew from the instant God created it at the instant of my physical body’s conception:

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“2:  O SON OF SPIRIT! The best beloved of all things in My sight is Justice; turn not away therefrom if thou desirest (p.4) Me, and neglect it not that I may confide in thee. By its aid thou shalt see with thine own eyes and not through the eyes of others, and shalt know of thine own knowledge and not through the knowledge of thy neighbor. Ponder this in thy heart; how it behooveth thee to be. Verily justice is My gift to thee and the sign of My loving-kindness. Set it then before thine eyes.”

“4:  O SON OF JUSTICE! Whither can a lover go but to the land of his beloved? and what seeker findeth rest away from his heart’s desire? To the true lover reunion is life, and separation is death. His breast is void of patience and his heart hath no peace. A myriad lives he would forsake to hasten to the abode of his beloved.”

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In these quotes the reference is to the ultimate return to the love of God.  In the reality of my childhood the environment I existed in was full past the brim with the opposite of love.  That doesn’t mean my soul wasn’t SEEKING love in the physical world I was living in.  This is what my ‘Nosebleed’ memory is fundamentally about.  Not only was I naturally and rightly seeking love from the PEOPLE in my life – from my parents and siblings – I was seeking the FEELING of what it FELT like to be loved.

During my ‘Nosebleed’ experience I DID experience the FEELING of what it FELT like to be loved by my family and as a part of my family.  The story is terribly tragic, yet the glistening perfection IN MY OWN HEART, IN MY OWN SOUL shines out clearly to me down the corridor of the intervening 50+ years that have passed in earth time since this experience happened to me.

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During this experience, as evident in the memory itself, I for the first time in my life felt what I FELT to be loved just for a few moments without the evil black lightless enveloping cloud of hatred for me as a child being present!!  For the first time in my life the SUNSHINE of LOVE shone on me!!  What a MIRACLE this felt like to me!!  No matter what the actual facts of the experience were, this MIRACLE of LOVE was real – absolutely REAL – because it is WHAT I FELT!!

This is why I have kept this memory.  It shines through the inky sucking dark corridor of my childhood, and I think I remember it because my SOUL chose to keep this piece of information about myself in my life available to me – for GOOD reason.  In the midst of the sickness that generated, maintained and expressed great pervasive evil of terrible hatred, abuse and trauma – I was NOT a part to ANY OF IT!

As I now retrace my steps to look at my spiritual history of being a soul with a body and an earth (ego) self I can see that MY story, what I remember of myself in my childhood, is ALL GOOD.  I also am beginning to see that I did NOT dissociate spiritually from myself in the midst of those 18 years of trauma.  My SOUL simply was NOT attached to negative emotion.  I did not PERSONALLY accumulate the negative within my environment THAT DID NOT BELONG TO ME.

My soul felt and kept the shining light of justice.  I never consciously thought about, questioned, wondered about, or felt anything related to — “Why is this happening to me?” or “Why am I being treated like this while my siblings are not?” or “Gee, my life is so hard and I feel so sorry for myself” or “Gee I hate Mother” or “I am so MAD about what is being done to me.”

I have always thought I did not because I could not because I had been deprived of any outside input of ideas that would have let me know what was happening to me was wrong.

Today my thinking is shifting.  I am beginning to suspect there was something about myself as a SOUL that ALWAYS knew what was happening to me was wrong because my soul had been created with that knowledge of what God tells souls about justice.  I knew INNATELY the reality of my experience.  I had absolutely no need to question or complain.  My soul ALWAYS knew that what Mother did to me and what Father allowed her to do to me was not only wrong – BUT IN REALITY HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH ME WHATSOEVER!!!

In other words, my soul knew the TRUTH.  I, as a human child, STILL searched for love.  I did not, however, despise my world for not providing it to me.  In this ‘Nosebleed’ memory I simply EXPERIENCED, as I say, the FEELING of what if FELT like as a human being to FINALLY FEEL LOVED by the whole-of-my-family.  I needed to know what that feeling was, and except for whatever contact I had with my remote Grandmother, and the love of my baby brother who was 13 ½ months old when I was born, I had no other clue about what love was in the physical human world.

That I ALSO never forgot what my soul knew of what if felt like to be loved by God — who created my soul out of His love for me in the first place — was not something I consciously knew as a child.  I am only now in these present days beginning to recognize this level of everlasting love.

So in essence I think I slid right on through the 18 years of terrible abuse and trauma of my childhood with my soul essentially untouched by it just like a home-run baseball hitter does, sliding safely to the plate untouched by a human hand holding a ball.  “SAFE” the umpire shouts as the crowd goes wild with celebration and glee.  “SAFE!”  Thank God, that runner is me.

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NOTE:  I am still engaged in a study about what my soul felt during all that abuse.  Did my soul know sorrow?  Or was the sorrow only a ‘surface body-based feeling’ that was very rightly triggered by severe painful harm?

MEANWHILE!!  Listen here —  Music for my soul

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I was conceived in and born into this storm reflected in a dream my severely abusive mentally ill (probably Borderline Personality Disorder) Mother recorded in her diary on March 29, 1960 (when I was nine years old) —

“The whole family was out walking and suddenly we looked up to see a dark rainbow appear – then it got bright and behind it a skyline appeared outlining massive dormed buildings such as I’ve never seen and skyscraper buildings– then it all disappeared and a big wind came.

We realized it was a hurricane. We could hardly stand up against the wind. We saw big apartment buildings on the sides of the streets but the entrances faced another street and we were on the wrong side.  The wind grew stronger – finally a door appeared and we went in the building and the person asked us what was wrong? We told her of the great wind but as we pointed outside – all was silent and the wind was gone … and I awoke.”

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What did I understand about my life in this storm?  Certainly as a newborn I ‘logically’ understood nothing.  Mother’s abuse of me was so persistent and comprehensive that I was left without any other frame of reference to think about myself in my life but hers.  As I work now to write the whole connected story of my childhood, can I look back and see that there was EVER a point in the 18 years and one month I lived being abused by Mother that I actually had any more information about the reality of my life than the one I was born with?

Nope!  Mother and HER reality ruled and only on one occasion did I have one important sentence appear in my thoughts to counteract all the abuse Mother did to me from the time I was born.

I’ve written about it on the blog before – and will write about it again when I get to the age in my story I was when this single sentence appeared.  Without presenting any other details, I will tell you what that sentence said:  “Linda, it is not humanly possible for anyone to be as bad as your mother says you are.”  I know this piece of information saved me (I have not yet tracked in my book-writing my exact age when I heard this statement but I was somewhere between age 11 and 15).

Up until that moment I had never been given a conscious clue that I was even human.  People who have been following this blog know that my mother suffered a psychotic break in delivering breech me, believing ever after that I was not human, that I was the devil’s child sent to kill her while I was being born, and that because we both survived I was sent as “a curse upon” her life.  By the time I was 17 and a senior in high school I know for a fact that in my conscious mind (such as it was) I completely believed my mother.  She had spent my entire infancy and childhood making sure I did.

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But RIGHT NOW in my book writing process I no longer give a single solitary HOOT about ANY of that abuse that violently happened to me FROM THE OUTSIDE OF WHO I WAS/am from the moment I was born (and in Mother’s thoughts even AS I was being born).  I want to know what was happening for me on the inside of who I was/am.

Who among us can remember what we knew at the moment of our conception?  That is how far back I am having to travel as I retrace my own story of existence to find out what I indeed ALWAYS knew in my soul — because that information was outside the range of what crazy mean Mother could touch.

I am looking for what my SOUL knew.  I will not write any further in my story than I already have as I crossed my 11th birthday without first retracing my existence to find this out.

In the most profound way possible I am beginning to suspect that the MASSIVE abuse I suffered was at the same time my greatest blessing.  Never in my childhood was I betrayed as my mother was in her childhood.  Nobody ever told me they loved me.  Nobody pretended to love me and then tortured me with withholding that so-called love from me.  I just plain never had human love, and that fact probably saved me.

I did NOT become confused as my mother did.  Her story is not my story to tell although I have a great deal of information about what happened to her, as I write about elsewhere.  At this point, it is MY story and my story only that concerns me.  Because I was not allowed to exist as a person in my own right, I never got myself mixed up in the affairs of the world — and as strange as that statement sounds, this fact matters most.

I am leaving here a link to what I believe are God’s words about the conception and creation of every human soul.  These words describe our only relationship that truly matters to our soul.  I had this relationship with God from the instant I was conceived — and I did not lose it by becoming entangled in my own affairs as a child.  I was created innocent and I stayed that way.

True, I was beaten black and blue, verbally abused nearly continuously, exiled from my grandmother, my father, my siblings and nearly all other people.  But Mother could not exile my soul from God.

I did not exile myself from God, either.  I did not feel anger at Mother.  I did not covet what my siblings had that I did not have.  I resented no one.  I felt no self pity.  I asked no questions nor did I wonder about what happened to me or why it happened.

I endured with the patience born of soul, and I did it without contaminating who I am with darkness.

Did my soul CHOOSE to remain pure and unsullied by the tortures inflicted on me, or was this process outside the range of my control?  Did I have some kind of spiritual protection that kept me from being contaminated by the massive sickness and horrors directed at me by my mother and allowed by my father?

I lived the first 9 months unharmed in Mother’s womb.  That was all I had before my suffering began.  What was my true experience of enduring the next 18 years of terrible abuse?  I don’t have the answers I want right now.   I did, however, find the very clear words recorded at this link — *THE 1ST 21 HIDDEN WORDS posted today on this page — GOD LOVE to guide me as I retrace my steps of searching back to what I knew from the moment I was created as a soul with this body.

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Just want to highlight a link in my previous post — Bonding and Attachment in Maltreated Children: Consequences of Emotional Neglect in Childhood

By Bruce D. Perry MD, PhD

Introduction

The most important property of humankind is the capacity to form and maintain relationships. These relationships are absolutely necessary for any of us to survive, learn, work, love, and procreate. Human relationships take many forms but the most intense, most pleasurable and most painful are those relationships with family, friends and loved ones. Within this inner circle of intimate relationships, we are bonded to each other with “emotional glue” – bonded with love.

Each individual’s ability to form and maintain relationships using this “emotional glue” is different. Some people seem “naturally” capable of loving. They form numerous intimate and caring relationships and, in doing so, get pleasure. Others are not so lucky. They feel no “pull” to form intimate relationships, find little pleasure in being with or close to others. They have few, if any, friends, and more distant, less emotional glue with family. In extreme cases an individual may have no intact emotional bond to any other person. They are self-absorbed, aloof, or may even present with classic neuropsychiatric signs of being schizoid or autistic [and VERY often is related to the range of personality disorders such as Borderline].

The capacity and desire to form emotional relationships is related to the organization and functioning of specific parts of the human brain. Just as the brain allows us to see, smell, taste, think, talk, and move, it is the organ that allows us to love – or not. The systems in the human brain that allow us to form and maintain emotional relationships develop during infancy and the first years of life. Experiences during this early vulnerable period of life are critical to shaping the capacity to form intimate and emotionally healthy relationships. Empathy, caring, sharing, inhibition of aggression, capacity to love, and a host of other characteristics of a healthy, happy, and productive person are related to the core attachment capabilities which are formed in infancy and early childhood. [I added the bold type for emphasis]

Read the rest of this article by clicking on its title — Bonding and Attachment in Maltreated Children: Consequences of Emotional Neglect in Childhood

The more stressed mothers become, the less likely the right kind of bonding and attachment is going to happen.  The individual, society and the planet suffer as a result.

Please also take a look at what the longterm consequences of early neglect and abuse are according to Center for Disease Control research – THE PYRAMID

We need to know these FACTS!!

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For all of the scholarly articles ‘out there’ on the subject of insecure attachment disorders, tonight I turn to what might be the simplest baseline description that can be found online about how early attachment patterns are observed and ‘diagnosed’.  Wikipedia has a page titled Attachment in children. 

Although the basics about attachment are informative and interesting, it is this I post below in italics that matters most to me in the Wikipedia article — (I added the bold type and left in the reference numbers.):

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Disorganized attachment

“A fourth category termed disorganized attachment (Main & Solomon, 1990) was subsequently identified and empiricized when a sizeable number of infants defied classification in terms of Ainsworth’s original tripartite classification scheme.^[9] It can be conceptualized as the lack of a coherent ‘organized’ behavioral strategy for dealing with the stresses (i.e., the strange room, the stranger, and the comings and goings of the caregiver) of the Strange Situation Procedure.

Evidence from Main et al. has suggested that children with disorganized attachment may experience their caregivers as either frightening or frightened. A frightened caregiver is alarming to the child, who uses social referencing techniques such as checking the adult’s facial expression to ascertain whether a situation is safe.

 A frightening caregiver is usually so via aggressive behaviors towards the child (either mild or direct physical/sexual behaviors) [and/or VERBAL] and puts the child in a dilemma which Main and colleagues have called ‘fear without solution.’

In other words, the caregiver is both the source of the child’s alarm as well as the [supposed-to-be] child’s haven of safety.

Through parental behaviors that are frightening, the caregiver puts the child in an irresolvable paradox of approach-avoidance.

This paradox, in fact, may be one explanation for some of the ‘stilling’ and ‘freezing’ behaviors observed in children judged to be disorganized.

Human interactions are experienced as erratic, thus children cannot form a coherent, organized interactive template.

If the child uses the caregiver as a mirror to understand the self, the disorganized child is looking into a mirror broken into a thousand pieces.

It is more severe than learned helplessness as it is the model of the self rather than of a situation.

There is a growing body of research on the links between abnormal parenting, disorganized attachment and risks for later psychopathologies.^[10] Abuse is associated with disorganized attachment.^[11][12] The disorganized style is a risk factor for a range of psychological disorders although it is not in itself considered an attachment disorder under the current classification.^[13][14]”

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I absolutely believe that disorganized-disoriented IS an attachment disorder.  I would have to distract myself by running around the www for some info to back myself up – However, I have other things I need to be doing right now…..

“Model of the self rather than of a situation” — I personally find this terminology useless in a discussion of severe early abuse survivorship with its corresponding attachment disorders.  As an adult survivor of 18 years of severe abuse from birth I know more from within myself about what this topic is about than any non-abuse so-called expert will EVER know.  Every time parental abuse disorganizes-disorients the experience of an infant-child, pathways and circuits are created in the brain-nervous system-body accordingly.  This has NOTHING to do with SELF in the beginning!  These patterns DISTORT the victim’s ability to form a self in the first place.  When a little one is forced to remain in a traumatic environment without end the ‘situation’ all but becomes ‘the self’.

Making any distinction between situation/environment and ‘self’ during the most critical brain developmental stages before age one – that FORM the social-emotional brain and the pathways and circuitry that regulate (or dysregulate) social and emotional experiences for a lifetime – cannot be done.  Only when a little one is safe and secure ENOUGH to begin to develop a self that is something OTHER than a ‘survival machine’ can we think about the luxury of the formation of a self.

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I sat to write this post because I wanted to TRAP into a text two words that have been periodically appearing in my thoughts over this past week:  FRANTIC PANIC.

As I track ‘anxiety’ in my body I usually do not let myself follow it far enough to its source, which was (and is on some level today at age 60) exactly this state of feeling/being:  FRANTIC PANIC.

I recognize that this feeling state was forced upon me by a TERRIFYING, brutal Mother who did not hesitate to attack me from the time I was born.  Mother attacked me for the following 18 years – and I know especially before the age of 9 or 10, FRANTIC PANIC was my response.

Mother’s attacks usually came at me out of the blue.  She was psychotic.  What she saw either did not happen at all, or did not happen the way Mother said that it did.  I was unable to predict anything about what she did to me, when she did it, or why she did it.

From my child point of view, her attacks DISORGANIZED AND DISORIENTED me.  I believe the disorganizing and disorienting experiences of repeated traumas built dissociation into my body-brain – and just like there is electricity inherent in a bolt of lightning, there was FRANTIC PANIC in my responses to Mother’s attacks.

FRANTIC PANIC is not “fear without resolution” in my thinking, it is a natural, physiological TERROR response to an attack for which a young child has no possible resolution abilities – hence, very often dissociation is the result – not AS attacks happen but BETWEEN the attacks.

Anyone who doesn’t know what this feeling state is like, just think of a giant bigger than your house attacking you right this moment out of the blue – violently, terrifying you, startling you, crashing your world – and you have NO defense, no escape, no understanding of ANYTHING that is happening to you.  There I was, over and over again more times than I could now count, being a little person – and suddenly out of nowhere BOOOMMMM!!!

My FIRST response?  FRANTIC PANIC.  What do the ‘professionals’ want to call that feeling left in the body of infant-child abuse survivors?  Anxiety:  What a paltry, pasty, pathetic, completely inadequate word!

SEE ALSO:

*Attachment Simplified – Disorganized Insecure Attachment – Disorganized-Disoriented

Bonding and Attachment in Maltreated Children:  Consequences of Emotional Neglect in Childhood — By Bruce D. Perry, M.D., Ph.D.

THE EFFECTS OF EARLY RELATIONAL TRAUMA ON RIGHT BRAIN By Dr. Allan Schore

+LINK TO IMPORTANT ARTICLE ON EFFECTS OF CHILDHOOD SEXUAL ABUSE

+BRAIN INSIGHTS THE EASY WAY – GREAT WEBSITE!

+DISORGANIZED-DISORIENTED INSECURE ATTACHMENT – 2 ARTICLE LINKS

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Two words suddenly popped into my mind while I was washing my dishes this morning.  POP!  There they were:  TENSILE STRENGTH.

TENSILE by itself concerns 1: capable of tension 2: of, relating to, or involving tension, and is a word most often used as a metallurgy term, such as the tensile strength of steel cable.

Looking at this definition at Webster’s online I also found:  TENSILE STRENGTH: the greatest longitudinal stress a substance can bear without tearing apart and ULTIMATE TENSIL STRENGTH, which has no definition of its own other than “tensile strength” itself – being a combination of words, I guess, that appears blatantly obvious in meaning!

So, how about infant and child abuse survivors (and survivors of other severe traumas)?  This is what WE have always had – one degree or another (depending on the degree of stress/distress we were/are under) of tensile strength and of ultimate tensile strength when needed!  But there has been a price for most of us to pay to continue down the road of living.  Given way too much trauma/stress/distress/tension/pressure to bear often from the time we were very tiny, adjustments had to be made inside our body-brain as it developed.  I refer to this as the experience of Trauma Altered Development (TAD).

Here are some posts on this blog on TAD:

+TRAUMA ALTERED DEVELOPMENT (TAD) – A NEW DESCRIPTIVE CONCEPT

+Dr. Teicher’s ARTICLE ON TRAUMA ALTERED DEVELOPMENT

+THE GOOD-BAD INFO ABOUT TRAUMA ALTERED DEVELOPMENT FROM CHILD ABUSE TRAUMA

+A LIFE COMPLICATED BY TRAUMA-ALTERED DEVELOPMENT (CHILD ABUSE RELATED)

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Many of the physiological changes that happen inside the body-brain of a traumatized infant-child, most often through early attachment caregiver relationships that are unsafe and insecure, take place at the weakest points, the most vulnerable ones, where the traumas have created too much pressure on the ‘system’ of the little one.

There is another branch of information on the TAD tree of knowledge:  Allostatic Load.

Here are some links to posts on this blog that illumine what allostatic load is and how it is related to RESLIENCY FACTORS and to RISK FACTORS that influence how trauma survivors endure:

*Allostasis and Allostatic Load

*Chapter 4b – Risk – allostatic load

RELATED ARTICLES:

Allostasis and Allostatic Load: Implications for Neuropsychopharmacology

Bruce S. McEwen, Ph.D.

(Click on his name for most current info on his work – he is a brain researcher who heads a neuroendocrinology lab at New York’s Rockefeller University)

Among the useful concepts I found as I began to study about allostasis and allostatic load a few years ago was Dr. Bruce S. McEwen’s discussion of a human continuum variation in terms of our basic constitution that has some of us on one end with a body McEwen refers to as “DOVE-like” on one end and those who are more “HAWK-like on the other end – with an entire range in the middle.”  Doves are naturally more sensitive (most simply put) and hawks are more aggressive (read article HERE).

Much of our DOVE or HAWK nature is genetic, but it is important to understand that even in the womb the mother’s stress level is communicating to her unborn the conditions of the environment which in turn can alter how DOVE- or HAWK-like genes manifest in the body being formed.  Vasopressin and oxytocin are both involved.  See also:   The End of Stress As We Know It by Bruce S. McEwen (Oct 16, 2002)

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The new thoughts that are beginning to filter into my writing-learning process have to do with widening my perception of ‘all things related to surviving traumas’ to include consequences of surviving early infant-child abuse trauma not only on the physiological level and the psychological level, but also how severe trauma affects the relationship between a child and its soul.

In order for a human soul to be able to fully express the wonders of its full potential in this world it needs to be able to work with a HEALTHY human body.  When early trauma causes Trauma Altered Development as a consequence of too high of an allostatic load on the developing infant-child, very often sickness invades the body in one way or another.   Consequences of a sick body that blocked the expression of my mother’s soul in her lifetime so that what we call ‘evil’ erupted from her is, to me, but one small example.

(This blog post is simply meant to present some information for further investigation to those readers who find the topic helpful.)

Research on Allostatic Load HERE

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