+WHAT IS LONELY? FEELING SO ALONE ALONE

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My topic is loneliness.  It is that life-long recurring state of isolation and aloneness that has never left me for long.  I live with it now nearly constantly.  I want to learn more about my aloneness because I have no more hope that it is ever truly going to leave me in this lifetime.  At times my aloneness attacks me, gripping me in a death lock and does not let go.

I  returned this weekend to an event that happened to me 23 years ago when I was nearly 36 years old that I suspect holds a key to something I need to learn about myself.  At this age I had been gone from home nearly 18 years, the same length of time I had lived in my mother’s abusive home.  Eighteen years seemed like a long, long time.

I read my age 34 journal, and have transcribed much of my age 35 journal.  I was looking for the date that this event I wonder about happened.  I found the date, but I wrote nothing about the event itself, so just now had to recall it from memory.

This event can be singled out as an important one for me that I have never understood, but it belongs to the story of my life.  In the story of my life I found myself for over 30 years being attracted to Native American teachings.  In the journal I transcribed today I pulled out the dates that came to be related to my first introduction into Native American ceremony.  I have not attended any kind of ceremony for the past 15 years, and do not anticipate ever attending one again — but that is a whole different story.

Yet as I read what I wrote at 34 and 35, I was again reminded of those years of being a recently divorced single mother of three children in the far north country of northern Minnesota, on welfare, in poverty, struggling to find a way to find myself in spite of every choice I had ever made that created the situation I was living in.  I obviously knew by then about the seriousness of the infant-child abuse I had experienced — but I had no idea how to connect what had happened to me with who I was, or what any of it really meant.

I could not recognize that so much of what I struggled with was due to very real brain-mind difficulties that were a consequence of an entire infant-childhood of severe abuse.  Those difficulties are still with me, but at least now I recognize them for what they are and realize that most of them have always been permanent.

NOTE:  Of the $336 our family received in AFDC grant per month, the state received $290 per month in child support from my ex-husband for his two daughters.  The state paid the difference of $46.  He paid his support faithfully, and as a result we also received an additional $50 check from the state every month as ‘incentive pay’.  In the nearly 25 years since my son was born his father still owes the bulk of his child support, none of which was paid during the years I raised his son alone.  We also received medical coverage and around $100 per month in food stamps.  In time the county allotted me five hours a week of paid respite day-care for my extremely active baby.  I doubt I could have kept the family together without this help.

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These two links travel to this part of my story.

A slice of my life for the year between my youngest son’s 1st and 2nd birthday:

*Age 34-35 (August 1986 – August 1987) First Sweat Ceremony

The story of one July night:

*Age 35 – Bear Butte and the circle around me (1987)

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+IN THE ABSENCE OF LAUGHTER

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My guess is that if we could count up all the people in our culture on a given day that mention the interpretation of dreams, we could then divide that number by five and get a good idea about the number of differing theories about dream interpretation.  Ten thousand people?  Two thousand versions.  A hundred thousand people?  Twenty thousand interpretations.

I have often wondered if aging changes how people dream.  When I reached the age of about 45, my dreaming seemed to stop completely as if I had suddenly become a different person.  Gone were the vivid Technicolor scenes of flowing activity.  Gone were the presentations of insight in fairy tale formats.  Gone were my dreams.

Last night the wind came.  It tore around the house, picking up anything not tied or nailed down and throwing them against the walls of the house, battering my mind in sleep with its roaring.  Rain pounded on the tin roof above my bed, an ever welcome sound in this high desert, but strange in its silence as both the water pouring out of the sky and its sister wind stopped together as soon as the first faint light of dawn began to creep over our world from the eastern horizon.

It is so silent now it almost feels like the world on the other side of the walls of my house has disappeared.  It is this same kind of silence that greets me when I rise from my bed in the morning, leaving behind me the rattling noise of my sleep.  I woke many times last night because of the storm, and each time I did a part of me thought, “Oh, darn it!  I am not dreaming, I’m thinking!”

There were even times when my eyes opened into the darkness that I found myself in the middle of writing while I was sleeping.  Whole paragraphs of words greeted me just at that threshold between sleep and waking.  One time I knew the topic of my epistle that had been taking place behind the veil was profoundly sociological.   Patterns of human thought, instantly collapsed into a single awareness as I opened my eyes, seemed to contain the wishes for wisdom that follow human generations for thousands and thousands of years.

I gave up on sleeping at 4:30 this morning, and wandered into my kitchen to fix myself some coffee.  At that time the storm was still surrounding my house.  Now it has gone as if it had never existed, just like the words of my dreams.

What has changed in my brain that now I am forced to sleep with a mind full of words instead of images?  Where are the living, breathing connections within me?  They have been replaced with this dry, sterile flat landscape of words.  I resent this.  I miss my dreams.

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As a member of the select group of people who today might wake up wondering about a dream they had last night (even though I doubt I officially even had one), I can join in the medley of dream interpretations by offering what was taught to me about ‘working with dreams’ when I was in art therapy graduate school.

“Dreams are images,” by long white-bearded professor would chant in front of the class.  “They are no different than the images painted on canvas or drawn with pencil on pages of white paper.  Stick with the image,” he would repeat time after time.  “Stick with the image.  It will always tell you what it wants you to know if you simply learn how to let it.”

Besides these sparse words there is one other point I can remember now twenty years later.  “Look for the places in the image where something is changing.  It is in those places that the life force within the image is moving.”

We were taught to find within an image exactly what was there.  Nothing more.  Nothing less.  Within a dream’s verbal telling the change points will always appear in such words as “suddenly” and “but” and “but then” and “if.”  At these points a new perspective appears.  Something different happens.  One thing turns into another.  We were taught to understand that no matter how convoluted and complex dreams might appear, they can always be understood in their essence by the movement of their changes.

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The morning’s slow shift from pitch blackness to daylight doesn’t seem to be captured correctly in the word ‘dawn’ to me like the evening shift can be transcribed into ‘twilight’.  There is just as much mystery to me in this gradual shift happening outside of my windows right now as I wait for what’s missing – the sound of today’s first bird call.  Where are the birds?  Are they frightened, soaked and in hiding?

“Call to me, little ones.  Let me know you are out there.  The sound of your voices will comfort me.  You let me know every day I wake up into the same world I was in last night when I tried to sleep, restlessly, dreamlessly and verbal.  This silent dray world is eerie and everything seems out of place.”

I wait for this half-light transition to complete itself.  Transitions, the stuff all life is made out of.

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I did not intend to write about dreaming this morning.  I intended to write about laughter.  What has happened is that I am stuck in between these two topics at the point where they are connected.  That point is about transitions and insight.  (I am glad.  I hear a small bird’s first chirping outside my kitchen window.  I am home now.  I am awake as the world outside wakes along with me.)

I tried earlier to find a book on my shelves I could read this morning to carry me in time across that great divide between darkness and daylight, but several pages of several books left me feeling the same.  Too many harsh words with edges that left grit between my teeth.  Too few words in each sentence so that as I tried to move my eyes across lines on the page I kept being hit in the face with period after period.  “Just let me read,” my word-dream tired brain bellowed at me.  “I just want to flow with a thought, not be pulled up short each time I barely get going!”

So I ended up simply back again with Dr. Dacher Keltner’s 2009 book, Born to Be Good: The Science of a Meaningful Life, picking up where I left off in my reading several days ago, before I got sidetracked by my sadness and minor sickness.

I found this morning that Keltner headed the next section of his chapter on laughter “The Cooperation Switch.”  After reading this section, my mind wants to rename it “The Transition-Insight Switch.”  He describes how researchers have discovered that every time we laugh our nervous system responds by relaxing itself.  Keltner describes how as this pause in our ongoing experience happens, we benefit from an instant of opportunity for discovering something new and different about any situation we might be contending with.

Laugher, as the prosocial specialized sound mix it is, in between the ranges in our vocal chords that we use for talking, connects us not only to others around us, but also to our own self.  Laughter represents a loosening of our grip on what we consider to be our usual reality, and makes room for explorations into ‘something different’.

Keltner describes how an infant-child’s capacity for laugher is integrated with the capacity for developing speech and thought.  He writes about the stages of young childhood a child passes through as it pretends one thing is something else.  A bathtub filled with water IS an ocean.  A teaspoon IS a magic wand.  A child bobbing up and down wildly on a bed IS flying.  Children learn about themselves as they transition into the larger world by using pretense in play.

This critical play stage of infant-child development is supposed to involve laugher.  I have written previously about how I don’t believe my mother ever transitioned successfully through this process.  The patterns of human development that Keltner describes are supposed to happen in the same way those nighttime transitions turn into day.

Long before the first rays of the sun outlined the high edges of the clouds to differentiate them from the mountaintops I could then see outside my kitchen window, I knew the daylight was coming because of the chirping of the birds.  When laugher and happiness are missing for a child during this critical developmental stage of development, it is possible that the borderline between night and day in a child’s developing mind is never crossed completely.  The presence of infant-child laugher is as sure a signal of transition as is the chirping of a morning’s first bird.

Laughter does not make a child grow up any more than a chirping bird makes the sun come up.  Yet while it would take a drastic force beyond my imagination to change the natural patterns of a daybreak, I can imagine forces that change a young child’s world so much that laughter ceases to be a part of it.  Such was the early world of my mother.

Keltner writes about childhood laugher, play and the individual evolution of the human mind as he describes a transitional process across the ‘border land’ of development my mother never completed successfully:

“These forms of pretense emerge in systematic fashion at around eighteen months of age.  They are all systematically accompanied by laughter.  And they lead the child to develop the ability to use words to refer to multiple objects.  As children free themselves from one-to-one relations between words and objects, they learn that words have multiple meanings.  They also learn that objects can be many things – a banana can be a banana, a phone, an ogre’s nose, or a boy’s penis (when the parents aren’t’ around).

“In the freedom of pretend play, children learn that there are multiple p0erspectives upon objects, actions, and identities.  The child moves out of the egocentrism of his or her own mind and learns that the beliefs and representations of other minds most certainly differ from one’s own.  And it is laughter that transports children to this platform of understanding and epistemological insight.

“Laughter is a portal to the world of pretense, play, and the imagination; it is an invitation to a nonliteral world where the truths of identities, objects, and relations are momentarily suspended, and alternatives are willingly entertained.  Those hours of pretend play – peek-a-boo games, monsters and princesses, the ogre under the bridge, astronauts – are the gateway to empathy and moral imagination.”  (pages 137-138)

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Keltner has developed a theory about laughter:

“In the observation that laugher accompanies the child’s capacity to pretend, to participate in alternatives to the realities referred to in sincere communication, we arrive at a hypothesis about laugher.  Let’s call this hypothesis the laughter as vacation hypothesis.

“The word “vacation” traces its linguistic history back to the Latin vacare, which means to be “empty, free, or at leisure” and is defined as a formal suspension of activity or duty.  The laugh, then, signals the suspension of formal, sincere meaning.  It points to a layer of interaction where alternatives to assumed truths are possible, where identities are lighthearted and nonserious.  When people laugh, they are taking a momentary vacation from the more sincere claims and implications of their actions.

“A special realm of sound is reserved for laughs, and it is an ancient one that predates language, represented in old regions of the nervous system – the brain stem – which also regulates breathing.  This acoustic space reserved for laughs triggers laughter and pleasure in others [through the actions of our mirror neurons], and designates, like the confines of a circus or theater, a social realm for acts of pretense and imagination.  In the pretend play of young children, laugher enables playful routines that allow them to have alternative perspectives on the world they are facing.  Laugher is a ticket to the world of pretense, it is a two- to three-second vacation from the encumbrances, burdens, and gravity of the world of literal truths and sincere commitments.”  (pages 138-139)

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Steps to the making of a regular day happen without human influence.  Not so the making of a human being.  The book, Ghosts from the Nursery: Tracing the Roots of Violence by Robin Karr-Morse, Meredith S. Wiley, and Dr. T. Berry Brazelton, applies to my mother.  Playing alone and isolated with her delicately painted china dolls, my mother became a ghost of a child.  As my sister puts it, our mother became a Toymaster, not a mother, not a whole person.  My mother’s mind never transitioned out of the imaginary world of her early childhood.

Everyone in my mother’s world, including her, was a pretend doll playing a pretend part in a pretend drama on a pretend stage.  Everything she ever did was a pretense and she never even knew it.  She was a ghostly shadow of the woman she could have become because she never completed the transition across that borderline between what is real and what is not.

What was missing at the beginning of my mother’s life – the prosocial genuine experience of laughter – was also absent in the middle and at the end.  My mother lived a nightmare she never woke up from until the day she died.  It was on the darkest side of her twilight borderline, where she never fully consciously woke up out of her own abused and neglected child mind, that I shared the misery of my childhood with her.

In my mother’s nightmare the darkness could never transform  itself into the light of day.

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+NOT INVITING IN THE FURIES

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What I did to myself by writing yesterday’s post was not kind, or gentle, or wise.  Of course I didn’t know at the time that I was putting myself through the clear paces that the part of May Sarton’s poem I posted the other day describes.  Yesterday I innocently invited in The Furies and it has taken 24 hours for the angels, who are also “never far away” to help me reestablish some kind of inner balance.

I am fortunate today that yesterday’s nasty storm seems to have abated.  Today I have what May Sarton mentioned in her poem:

“It is the light that matters,
The light of understanding.
Who has ever reached it
Who has not met the furies again and again:
Who has reached it without
Those sudden acts of grace?

-From “The Angels And The Furies”

I have received comments over time about my writing from several people whose opinions I highly value and appreciate.  They have told me that most of the time my writing is too intellectual, too detached, distant, remote and objective, too sparse of emotion and personal detail.  Well, I can promise you now that “the light that matters, the light of understanding” that I had to suffer through yesterday to GET now clearly tells me that this is just the way I am going to write – because it is all I can afford.

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I might have just as well stood on the thick ice of a raging frozen river yesterday with a lit stick of dynamite in my hands that I used to blow a whole in that ice so that I could crash through it and get swept down that river, under the ice, unable to escape.

I became overwhelmed by sorrow and sadness and spent the rest of my day and night fighting to overcome it.  I did that to myself, and it was not pretty.  I had dumped myself back into a survival mode where I was fighting, absolutely alone, for my life.  My “light of understanding” commitment to myself today is that I don’t care what anyone else says, wants or needs, I will never do that to myself again.  I cannot afford to.

Only those who suffered from the worst-case kinds of terrible infant-child abuse, particularly by their mother from birth can ever begin to understand the devastating power such a FURY has to obliterate a tiny developing self.  Every single possible avenue we could find to survive – because there was no possible way to escape – became a part of the very body-brain we live with.  Yesterday, without realizing it, I violated my own self-protective measures and caused myself the experience of remembering a part of my overwhelming pain.  I will not do that again – Duh!

There is no place within myself that I can return safely to any part of my childhood other than to my experiences with the mountain land of Alaska itself.  Every single other part of my infant-childhood is connected to absolute, fundamental misery.  I learned yesterday that I have needs in the present in order to ever begin to write about the emotions of my experience that I DO NOT HAVE around me in my life today.

First of all, I am sick.  I have a nasty cold, the likes of which I have not suffered for well over 20 years.  My body is the single continuous fortitude of protection I have counted on to carry me through my life from the moment I was born.  I am – quite obviously – at my weakest when my immune system reacts to a physical sickness attack.

Secondly, I am thousands of miles away from my family and my closest friends.  I do not have a therapist.  I cannot afford one and I couldn’t find one competent or capable enough to help me now, anyway.  I choose not to take psychotropic medications, which is usually OK unless I take stupid steps that overwhelm the systems I have in place within myself to keep me in a place of reasonable balance.

I do not have a support system close to me.  I do not have a safety net.  When I took my own steps yesterday to invite The Furies in I did so with good intentions, but I made a big mistake.  By the time I figured this out yesterday, I had crashed through the ice and was gone.  The simplest piece of information I now have as a result of my miserable experience yesterday is that next time I am writing and the words “going where Angels fear to tread” I am going to turn around and run as fast as I possibly can in the other direction!  I received that warning yesterday, and I kept on going.

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Several hours after I posted yesterday I knew exactly the point in my writing yesterday where my lit stick of dynamite exploded and little dissociated me flew to pieces and disappeared into the ice-covered raging river.  I am taking a risk even at this moment by going back and retrieving the phrase that shows where the “perfect storm” was born.  I hear the angels’ warning.  I tell them, “Only these few words.  I hear you.  I am being extra careful.”  I am determined to prove my own point.  Some of readers might have noticed this, anyway.

This was the fulcrum point.  It came in my description of how those that love me loved me during my experience with cancer:

Until I felt what I did last Friday I had no idea how the people who loved me felt as they all traveled thousands of miles, one after the other, to support me and to care for me and to love me as I went through the grueling chemotherapy and eventual surgery that would allow me to remain in their lives.”

I clearly did not think and therefore did not say that these loved ones helped me to REMAIN IN MY OWN LIFE.  I said they helped me to remain in theirs.

Enough said.  You get my point.  I don’t want to invite some giant auger to fall out of the sky on top of my head today to take me down, down, down, down…..

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I am wiser today, even though my cold still has my body in its grip.  I am back up here on the surface of the world where I belong.  I will do things today like rest when I need to, clean the kitchen table off, maybe wash my kitchen floor until it shines in the infrequent moments the sun breaks through the high clouds.

I have “the light of understanding” that I can fully give myself permission to write what I can write the way I can write it.  Yesterday I put myself into the problem of my childhood, not the solution.  I most want to work at understanding what happened to my mother that made her into the monster she was.  I want to understand how the millions of separate, individual terrorizingly brutal encounters I had with her changed me in my development.  I want to make informed connections about the conditions of infant-children that lead to either their increased or decreased well-being throughout their life spans.

If there are in the future people who want to be close with me to support me with their love so that I can enter a space safely and securely in order to ‘go back’ to the emotion and details of my childhood (any more than I already have), it is only THEN that a different level of my writing can appear on this blog.

In the meantime, I am going to let the angels surround me up, down, side to side.  I will take precautions to keep myself in the present and not travel into that dangerous fog as I did yesterday.  Hell is too short, brief, simple and inadequate of a word to even begin to describe the conditions of a severely abused infant-child’s experience is like.  There truly are no words to express or to explain that kind of trauma.  Trying to put those experiences into words can be an extremely dangerous occupation, one that I am not willingly going to participate in again.

Please refer to my previous writings about the dangers of DISCLOSURE.  I need to heed my own words.  Nobody else can do it for me.  I am still fragile today, raw and shaky.  I will go now and do what needs to be done:  BE GOOD TO ME.

As Sarton wrote:

“Able to bless and forgive
Ourselves.
This is what is asked of us.”

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+EMOTIONAL BLINDNESS – WONDERING WHAT LOVE IS

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I am trying to think about an emotional experience I had the other day so that I can write about it.  At the same time I realize I cannot think about it separately from writing about it.  If my words don’t follow themselves across a page they disappear like lemmings over a cliff into oblivion.  Partly this is true because I am in an inner battle with ambiguity.  If I write this piece most of the ambiguity will vanish.  But because of the 18 years of abuse I suffered from my severe Borderline mother, her brain patterns were built into me, and it’s a known fact that Borderlines DO NOT LIKE ambiguity as A. J. Mahari describes:

Borderlines have not learned how to relate in healthy ways. Borderlines have not experienced the world as loving, fair or trustworthy place. Borderline ambiguity is born from the two-faced damage of the betrayal of a parent, both parents and or one’s primary care-givers.

What I experienced the other day that I MAYBE want to understand has to do with the fact that not once in the 18 years of my childhood did I ever feel loved by either my mother or by my father.  I have written before that one of the main reasons I believe I did not turn out just like my mother is that nobody ever betrayed me the way my child-mother was betrayed.

Nobody ever loved me.  Nobody pretended to love me.  I was not exposed to what were the devastating effects of the conditional love my grandparents used to manipulate my mother and destroy her brain-mind.  I was just plain hated without hope of reprieve.  Yet at the same time the underlying lack of awareness of what it feels like not to be truly loved affects me just as it affected my mother.  The love circuitry from safe and secure attachment with early caregivers was not built correctly into either my mother’s or my own early forming body-brain-mind-self – or later forming one, either.

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My inner battle with ambiguity today is about whether or not I want to face some of what this means to and for me.  Am I better off not knowing what an examination of my last week’s experience can show me about who and how I am in the world?  Is it helpful for me to follow my own thoughts in my writing to some more unambiguous place where I will be out of this thick enveloping fog of not knowing what this experience has to teach me?

I both want to know at the same time I don’t want to know.  Do I stay right here in this murky ambiguous place or do I choose to take a step in my next thoughts toward the light of clarity?  At the same time I ask myself this question I understand that right here is a place where I can differentiate my own self from my mother.  I can make this choice.  My mother could not.

This does not mean that taking this step toward differentiation from my mother’s brain-mind as she formed herself into mine is easy.  This does not mean that stepping toward the light of conscious reflection and illumination, toward understanding of the truth is easy.  It just means that for me, unlike for my mother, taking this step is possible.

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Unlike what Leigh Eric Schmidt, the Charles Warren Professor of the History of Religion in America at Harvard Divinity School might say, I do not believe it is possible for humans to have any experience of themselves in the world that does not directly involve their brain’s processing of information.  The 18 years of severe abuse I suffered from my mother built the brain I now have to use to try to understand all of my experiences of myself in my life.  Today’s excursion into exploring my last week’s experience is no exception.

Nearly all of the associational processes that went on behind the closed doors of my mother’s mind happened completely outside the range of her consciousness attention.  My mother was a dangerous, violently explosive madwoman.  Growing up, I knew about her violence but I did not know about her madness.  How could I?  It had greeted me with the first breath I ever took in this world and it continued unabated throughout all my developmental stages until I was 18.

As a result of the free rein (and free reign) my mother had in her home to do anything she wanted to, there was always only one single pattern for me.  She erupted, hurt me, and I suffered.  All that suffering built me as it built itself into me, and it was never accompanied by any experience of love.

As a young infant-child grows into its body-brain-mind-self, it is supposed to be helped to differentiate experience.  It is supposed to learn that it exists as a separate entity, and it is supposed to form not only its own stable self, but also a clear stable connection to this self.  All of this process is negotiated through the experience of emotion.  Emotions have to become ever more clearly differentiated from one another so that the self can have access to its own information about being in the world.

I did not go through ANY of these differentiation stages of development normally.  My mother overwhelmed me from the moment I was born.  Because my mother did not succeed at physically killing me, she did not succeed at completely obliterating me.  But she did very successfully limit my options of experience down to one.  She made me suffer.

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My mother overwhelmed me with the scourge of her hatred of who she imagined me to be at every step of my infant-childhood that she possibly could.  I see the image of someone continually trying to dump a thousand gallons of gasoline into a tiny little perfume bottle.  My mother effectively did this to me for 18 long years.  I did not escape unscathed.

There were dire consequences of my survival, most of which I will never know.  However, the experience I had last week dropped into the middle of one of them.  I was blindsided by my own emotional blindness.  Can I grab the lantern of my best intentions and spark within it the blazing light of my willingness to learn? Am I willing to go back into the depths of that enveloping fog of sorrow (in my body and in my brain) and take some part of myself back out into clarity?  Is there some new in-sight here for me that is mine and that I really can’t do without?

Yes.  To all these questions I choose to answer “Yes.”  I will walk past these grasping, numbing shadows of doubt.  I will shed this burden of “Shame on you, Linda, for not being a better woman than you are.”  I will not be afraid of my tears.  I will not be afraid that what I will say here or what I will find here will make those who love me, love me any less.

It is not my fault that my mother cut my wings off so that I cannot ever fly in the prosocial world that most others seem to me to take so for granted. “So take your scrawny little bird legs and hop on with this, Linda.  You can do it.  I know that you can.  Go where the angles might fear to tread and know that as you go, they will go with you.”

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Last August I was given the gift of being able to reconnect with one of our closest Alaskan homesteading neighbors in my childhood.  I haven’t heard her voice.  I haven’t seen her.  We correspond via email.

Against all rational logic, I love her.  Our connection means a great, great deal to me.  This woman, now 83, lives well over a thousand miles away from me.  I do not have her telephone number.  While I know she is very busy taking care of herself, her husband, her household and preparing to leave their home to move into an addition her son is building on his house for her, when I hadn’t received an email from her from last Monday to last Friday, I felt like a bomb went off inside of me.

It’s easy to say that given what I know about my unsafe and insecure attachment patterns in my body-brain that of course I would be upset.  Yet ‘of course’ doesn’t give me enough information to understand what I felt.  I became terrified that she was either gravely ill or had died.  I believed on some level of my being that she had been called home through the veil to help the 100,000 Haitian earthquake victims cross over to the next world.  Nothing I could find to tell myself would sooth the depths of my growing sorrow.

I have been much blessed in my lifetime that none of my three children have been threatened by sickness or harm.  My siblings are all safe and well.  Even though I continue to grieve for the loss of the man I am in love with from my life, never before last Friday did I feel the depths of that kind of sorrow and fear that someone I loved was in trouble and there was nothing I could do about it.

Most fortunately I had the telephone number of my friend’s son in Alaska.  Through him I was finally able to find out that his mother was just fine.  Never before, either, had I felt that powerful sense of gratitude and relief at hearing this good news.

Now, I suspect that if I had a normally-formed prosocial body and brain I would have been able to take all of this in stride and gone on with my life.  But thanks to the consequences of my mother’s abuse this didn’t happen.  This experience touched the depths of my attachment woundedness in ways I could not understand.  I had felt something new in a way I had never felt it before.

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Most of the normal prosocial emotional differentiation circuits and their corresponding connection to people I care about in my life are missing in my brain.  This experience I am describing opened up a circuit for me that I don’t believe ever existed before.  The mystery of my experience with these emotions led me to ask my daughter two days later after I had expressed to her how I had felt, “Is that something like all of you felt when you found out I had cancer?”

My daughter paused, and answered, “Yes, mother.  That’s how we felt.”

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What can I say through my tears as I write now that can help me understand what this means to me?  First, I feel terribly sad for my children and for others who love me that it is so nearly impossible for me to comprehend, let alone feel on an emotional level, what it feels like to be loved.  I have to absolve myself of any responsibility for this fact.  It is not my intention to hurt anyone by depriving them of the fullness of the experience of sharing their love for me.  At the same time I am grateful that they both love me, and can experience the fullest spectrum of attachment feelings toward me.

That I cannot participate equally with them in the depths of these life-love experiences is not my fault.  Until I felt what I did last Friday I had no idea how the people who loved me felt as they all traveled thousands of miles, one after the other, to support me and to care for me and to love me as I went through the grueling chemotherapy and eventual surgery that would allow me to remain in their lives.  I know they all love me.  They show me they all love me.  I believe they mean what they say.  But it is nearly impossible for me to FEEL their love inside my own body-brain-mind-self because those circuits were never built inside of me during the first 18 years of my life from the time of my birth.

At the same time I realize that I am now perhaps a fraction of an inch closer to knowing what it FEELS like to be loved, at age 58 I also realize that my emotional blindness is not likely to ever be completely removed from me in my lifetime.  I also understand that part of the pattern of attachment I feel to this homesteading neighbor comes from body memories I have of interactions with her in my childhood that were positive, and were among the very few truly kind and genuine, warm adult interactions I ever had in those miserable 18 years.

Yet I cannot consciously remember this woman.  She has generously sent me photographs of her and her husband from those long-past years, and they help me a great deal as I try to connect the unconscious memories of my childhood to the present day facts of what a wonderful woman this homesteading neighbor truly is.

At the same time I realize I will always struggle with allowing myself to form deep affectionate bonds with other people.  To love is to risk.  I believe that although my mother was able to steal from me the physiological foundations of what it feels like to BE LOVED, she did not remove from me my own ability to deeply love others.  The powers to give love seem to me to operate differently than do the powers of being able to feel love from others.

Of course I don’t know this to be true and I probably never will know for sure.  I imagine my brain to be similar in some ways to the autistic brain given the severe conditions of harm and deprivation in my infant-childhood that interfered with my emotional-social brain’s development.  There is on one in my life who truly loves me that does not also know about my childhood.  They do not have to question their love for me.  They do not have to wonder or guess or doubt.  And they don’t love me any less because I do.

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  • +HEALING, HELPING WORDS….

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    I just received these words from a school mate from my childhood that I just found on Facebook — she and they touched my heart so much I wanted to share them with you.

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    “… as I was perusing thru my “A Grateful Heart” book that my darling grand daughter gave me for X-mas I came across this beautiful poem by May Sarton.  I was moved by the last 2 verses & something,  (someone?) told me you’d appreciate them.”
    …. so here’s an excerpt:

    3
    The angels, the furies
    Are never far away
    While we dance, we dance,
    Trying to keep a balance,
    To be perfectly human
    (Not perfect, never perfect,
    Never an end to growth and peril),
    Able to bless and forgive
    Ourselves.
    This is what is asked of us.
    4
    It is the light that matters,
    The light of understanding.
    Who has ever reached it
    Who has not met the furies again and again:
    Who has reached it without
    Those sudden acts of grace?

    -From “The Angels And The Furies”

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    +IT WASN’T FUNNY: THE BUZZARD THAT ATE MY MOTHER

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    Shared laughter might just be the ultimate in human-to-human cooperative communication.  It has long been my suspicion that when researchers say that severe infant-child deprivation and trauma can create an ‘evolutionarily altered brain’ that is designed for life in a malevolent rather than a benevolent world that they are actually describing two different kinds of brain-body-mind self development.

    Either we grow into our early body-brain information about plenty of available, necessary resources that allows cooperation to be fruitful or we grow into our early body-brain information that there are so few vital resources that cooperation is not going to really solve anything.  In this latter malevolent world environment ‘survival of the fittest’ and ‘kill or be killed’ can rule supreme.  This connection to human past evolutionary conditions means that at such times in our evolutionary past existence, when the world was an impossible place for very many to survive in, individual development may well have been pushed into the direction of non-cooperation at the same time it was pushed toward competition.

    When I look at all the aspects I know about my mother, it is now easy for me to say she was formed in an unfit early environment that changed her in through her earliest development to be an unfit mother.  The unfitness of her early world was retained within her body-brain and communicated to me, and to her entire family by her actions.  These actions included what she DID do as well as what she DID NOT do in regard to her children.

    She did try to annihilate me.  She did not express genuine smiles or laughter.  The absence of these high profile prosocial signals communicated ‘reproductive unfitness’ in a malevolent world as powerfully as did her complete dysregulated emotional states, her impulsive actions including rage and violence, her twisted view of reality, her overall dissatisfaction with her life and her total unhappiness.

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    The more I learn about how early caregiver interactions between an infant-child and its earliest caregivers directly communicate either safety and security of the world or its opposite to a little one’s developing body-brain, the less puzzling and mysterious my mother’s insanely abusive treatment of me becomes.  Early human development is designed to prepare an individual for life in a ‘good’ or a ‘bad’ world, and the resulting person they become simply reflects the degrees of plenty or of deprivation that their earliest world contained.

    Input early on becomes output later on.  Early infant-child input from safe and secure attachment with caregivers gives the developing body-brain information about a good enough world.  The little one knows they are not alone, that they are connected within a species-wide social fabric that tells their body-brain that cooperation can exist because it does exist.  The infant does not receive signals that it is not only completely alone, but that the environment is dangerous, toxic, deprived, malevolent, overwhelming and without adequate resources.  A safely and securely attached infant-child receives information about the opposite kind of this kind of world and its entire development happens along the cooperative end of the prosocial human continuum.

    In order for an infant to grow and develop a prosocial body-brain, it has particular needs throughout the critical-window stages of its growth.  A prosocial human must first have its attachment needs met so that it can move forward in its development successfully.  Safe and secure attachment interactions include the presence of adequate and appropriate caregiving.  Building a prosocial human requires that more than an infant-child’s basic physical needs must be met.

    A prosocially-built human has to experience repeated, consistent patterns of appropriate prosocial interactions with its caregivers from birth as its body-brain grows.  Secure attachment builds a prosocial, regulated emotional-social brain so that the infant is prepared to enter its next exploratory stage of development.  After that stage has been successfully completed, the infant-child continues to grow its own prosocial connection to its self along with its prosocial connection to others.  It moves into the caregiving stages that allow the infant to use empathy skills and to consider the existence of others as it builds its Theory of Mind.

    From its earliest experiences an infant has received patterns of cooperative and/or competitive signals based on the quality and nature of its early caregiver interactions that have – I say again – both built the young body-brain and built themselves into it.  There is no magic here, no errors, no mistakes.  Nature has determined that the ability to flexibly adapt one’s earliest development to the conditions of the external environment is the most pro-life thing to do.

    If one’s early world was both pro-life and prosocial, BINGO.  A balanced, positively cooperative-competitive person will come out the other end of childhood.  If one’s early world was in actuality malevolent and anti-life, well, we can all imagine the end result of this.  It is easy to see that the opposite end of prosocial is antisocial – and here we have a description of what happened to my mother.

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    An young infant-child is a ‘show me’ kind of critter.  Human interactions directly communicate conditions of a safe and secure prosocial benevolent cooperative world to a tiny one as these patterns build its body-brain.  Its basic physical needs must be met along with its basic social ones.  Most importantly, safety and security happen are communicated socially by direct mirroring interactions between an infant-child and its caregivers.

    For a prosocial person to grow out of early experiences, these interactions have to happen in a safe and secure early environment that allows for and includes smiles and laughter through playful interactions from birth.  Degrees of deprivation and trauma will be directly communicated to a developing little one by the absence of these interactions just as they equally would be communicated by the actual direct presence of violence and abuse.

    It seems logical to conclude that in an abusive home the presence of trauma is coupled equally with the absence of smiling, laughter and play (those prosocial interactions that communicate safe and secure attachment in a safe and secure world).  I accept this to be a true fact, BUT in cases such as my mother’s was, I suspect a third extremely important influence.

    If the one wing of a devouring buzzard is trauma, and the other wing of this devouring buzzard is the absence of happiness, the third negative influence for my mother was the deprivation caused by outright neglect.  Here we have the tail of the buzzard that devoured my mother’s chances for having a good life of well-being.  While my mother came out of her childhood grown into an adult body, the truth of the matter was that she was actually road kill.  Nothing was left for her but to wait for the buzzard of a malevolent infant-childhood to gradually devour her carcass.

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    Yes, that assessment of my mother’s state and condition is extremely dark and grim, but believe me, there was nothing prosocial about my mother.  While obviously her most basic physical needs were met from birth that allowed her shell of a body to keep on living, what she needed to be given to grow into a cooperative prosocial human being was not.  I can see that gigantic buzzard that overshadowed her life.  It had one wing of trauma, one wing of anti-happiness, and long destabilizing tail feathers of the early neglect of nothing-at-all.

    Even if an infant-child’s earliest world cooperates enough with the little one to provide for its basic physical needs, if it does not cooperate enough to provide for its basic emotional and social needs, such an infant will not grow a prosocial cooperation-built body or brain.  I have spent a lot of time thinking about factors that influenced my development versus those that might have influenced my mother that made me into a different kind of person than my mother was.

    While I know some things as fact about my mother’s early life, there is much I will never know.  But if I look at how she turned out – full of unresolved trauma and without prosocial abilities – I can make some pretty educated (and I believe correct) important guesses.

    My mother’s family had money.  They lived in what I would consider to be a pretty affluent gargantuan house.  I have it in my grandmother’s own written word that after five years of marriage without the arrival of desired children, by the time my grandmother became pregnant her husband had decided he did not want to be bothered.  My mother’s brother was born first.  I suspect that any possible joy at the prospect of parenting that the combined force of my grandfather and grandmother could muster was used up giving minimal attention to their son.

    Two years later when my mother was born in 1925, I seriously doubt there was much left of parental affection left in my grandparents’ home.  I absolutely intuitively know that my mother was placed in some remote area of this huge house and tended by a maid-nanny.  I knew about my mother being cared for by a nanny before the facts recently came to light from my nephew’s search of the Mormon genealogical database that included from the 1929 census not only that the nanny-maid was in the house, but also what her name was.

    Because my mother could be bottle fed, leaving her alone for extended periods of time in her little crib was not much of a problem.  I have no doubt that the outright neglect of her fundamental emotional and social developmental needs led to a large degree to her disabled prosocial body-brain.  Coupled with whatever other erroneous and cruelly stupid remnants of Victorian-age parenting practices that tormented and terrorized my mother, her earliest history of being left absolutely alone harmed her beyond repair.

    My mother was left to build a body-brain-mind-self that included not the knowledge of resource plenty within a prosocial cooperative environment, but rather knowledge of how to endure and survive within a competitive environment that did not include adequate resources.  There was no ‘sharing’ in my mother’s world.  Prosocial neurological circuits and pathways did not build themselves into her body-brain.  Antisocial ones did.

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    I consider the continual presence of my loving 14-month-old brother during the earliest months of my life to be the single most important influence on the direction my development took differently than my mother’s.  I do not believe that my mother’s two-year-old brother offered to her the saving interactions that my brother offered to me.  My brother’s loving, positive contact with me allowed those prosocial interactions to find their way into my physiological development.  I do not believe my mother had such a most important ally.

    I had the chance to mutually smile, to mutually laugh and to mutually play with my little brother.  Because my mother’s psychosis of competitive hatred of me did not happen with her (and my father’s) most cherished first born son, my brother had been given what he needed from the time of his birth to safely and securely attach to baby me.  My mother thought my brother’s love for me was cute.  She considered it acceptable and entertaining not because it benefited me, but because it was related to her positive feelings for him.  (My intuitions about this pattern were clearly confirmed when I found my mother’s written description of my brother as she ‘pretended’ to write about my six-week infant checkup.)

    As I grew into my older toddler months, my mother did intervene and increasingly isolated me from interacting with my brother.  But the good had been done and nothing my mother could ever do to me afterwards could alter those prosocial patterns my brother’s interaction with me had built into me.  I had cooperated with my brother in a mutually shared environment of positive interaction and those interactions broke the back of the buzzard that would have followed me all the days of my life as surely as it followed my mother.

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    All these words that I have just written came to me today because I wanted to talk about what comes next in Dr. Dacher Keltner’s 2009 book, Born to Be Good: The Science of a Meaningful Life about laughter as a prosocial exchange of cooperative intent between humans.  I had one of those light-bulb moments of “Ah Ha!” illumination today when I read Keltner’s words that follow.  The words literally jumped off of the page and emblazoned themselves within my body-brain-mind-self the way truth can do when you find it.  I will share these words with you.  Be prepared.  They have the power to change everything you know about yourself in the world.  I know that, because they changed me.

    Keltner wrote:

    Recent neuroscience evidence suggests that when we hear others laugh, mirror neurons represent that expressive behavior and quickly activate action tendencies and experiences that simulate the original laugh in the listener’s brain.  Specifically, laughter triggers activation in a region of the motor cortex in the listener, the supplementary motor area (SMA).  Bundles of neurons leaving the SMA go to the insula and the amygdala, thus triggering the experience of mirth and amusement in the perceiver of the laugh.  When we hear others laugh, this system of mirror neurons acts as if the listener is laughing.”  (page 134)

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    There is a universe of information in this paragraph.  I already know that patterns of infant-caregiver mirroring interactions (or their absence) create the foundation of our brain from the time we are born.  The light went on for me when I read these words particularly in regard to my mother’s complete inability to participate in exchanges of genuine laughter.  Her body-brain-mind-self could never magically recreate what was never built into her in the first place.  At the same time I instantly KNEW this I saw the buzzard I described above.

    I leave you with a few Google search results that you can explore in order to begin to understand how profoundly the absence of a safe and secure early environment of mirroring prosocial interactions involving smiles, laughter and play changed your own abusive early caregiver into a ‘monster’.  Believe me, the information on the other end of these links is only the beginning tip of a very big iceberg that tells me more about the terrible abuse my mother did to me than will any self-help book I can ever find to read

    Empower yourself – take a look at these:

    child abuse brain development mirror neurons

    child abuse brain development laughter

    child neglect brain development smiles

    child abuse brain development amygdala

    child abuse brain development insula

    child abuse brain development borderline

    child neglect brain development borderline

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    +A CRITICAL FACT I JUST LEARNED ABOUT MY ABUSIVE BORDERLINE MOTHER

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    Never did I know about my psychotically abusive Borderline mother what I learned today.  My mother could do what she did to me because she lacked the normal human capacity to experience authentic embarrassment.

    Evidently my own forensic autobiographical writing had to wait for very specific research to be done that could give me what I need to complete my journey.  And, yes, I am finding extremely important —  and surprising — clues in the book I mentioned in yesterday’s post, Born to Be Good: The Science of a Meaningful Life (2009) by Dr. Dacher Keltner.

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    Keltner has carved himself a memorable niche in research on human emotion with his landmark discovery of the 2 to 3 second biologically hard wired human emotional display of embarrassment.  I had to read to page 74 of his book before I came to his description of what embarrassment is all about.

    What Keltner has found in his continued study of this biological display of human emotion is directly connected to how my mother could treat me the way that she did from birth until I left home at 18.  Something was wrong with how the orbitofrontal region of her brain formed and operated.  My mother could not feel appropriate embarrassment, and did not have an appropriate social conscience.

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    In the first pages of his book Keltner describes the history of the study of emotion from Charles Darwin forward.  He explains how researchers meticulously and accurately created a map of how all the muscles of the human face move and interact to express emotion.  Some of the combinations can be faked.  The most important expressions of prosocial human emotions, including embarrassment, cannot.  (Exceptions can occur with gifted actors.)

    I am going to present to you here today excerpts from Keltner’s writing on embarrassment because I believe his thoughts are of central importance to those of us who suffered from severe infant-child abuse.  At the same time that I see how his work applies to my mother, I can also see how they apply to me.

    Embarrassment takes place in the orbitofrontal cortex that has not matured enough before the age of 18 months to allow a human to experience it.  When I think about my mother and myself, I consider that the earliest forming right, limbic, emotional brain, built from birth to age one (at which point an infant CAN experience shame), I understand that when early caregiver interactions did not form this emotional brain foundation well, the future development of the orbitofrontal cortex will also be changed.

    Unlike subjects in research studies who have damage done to JUST the orbitofrontal cortex region of their brain, severe infant-child abuse survivors are likely to have an entire combination of a series of ‘cascading’ brain changes that began at birth (or before).

    Keltner is not talking about how infant-child abuse affects the developing foundation of the early brain.  Yet the more I read what he says about embarrassment the more I realized that he is talking about something that went fundamentally wrong with my mother.  He is also talking about something that went fundamentally wrong with me because my mother’s abuse of me formed my brain, though fortunately I did not end up with the exact same problems that she had.

    For those of you who suffered from severe infant-child abuse, keep your abuser in mind as you consider the excerpts from Keltner’s book I present here below (I encourage you to read his book for the fuller, important context for all that follows).

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    “What does embarrassment have to do with incivility, remoteness, and murder?  I trained my eye in the frame-by-frame view of human social life….  I slowed down the blur of two-second snippets of embarrassment and studied its fleeting elements – gaze shifts, head movements down, coy, compressed smiles, neck exposures, and glancing touches of the face.  At the time I began my research, the display of embarrassment was thought to be a sign of confusion and thwarted intention.  My research told a different story, about how these elements of embarrassment are the visible signals of an evolved force that brings people together during conflict and after breeches of the social contract, when relations are adrift, and aggressive inclinations perilously on the rise.  This subtle display is a sign of our respect for others, our appreciation of their view of things, and our commitment to the moral and social order.  I found that facial displays of embarrassment are evolved signals whose rudiments are observed in other species, and that the study of this seemingly inconsequential emotion offers a porthole onto the ethical brain….”  (page 76)

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    I did not understand when I first read these words the full implications of what Keltner was saying.  Looking back on them now I can see here a description of what was so wrong with my mother.  My bet is if you read the second half of this paragraph again you will clearly see your abuser.  My mother had no “evolved force that brings people together during conflict and after breeches of the social contract.”  She had no ability to perceive when relations were adrift and “and aggressive inclinations [were] perilously on the rise.”  She certainly did not seem to have the ability to care that she continually and perpetually caused them.

    She had no “respect for others” and had no “appreciation of their view of things.”  And she sure didn’t have any “commitment to the moral and social order.”  She lacked “this subtle display” of embarrassment, which was both the cause of her problems and a sign of their existence.  Something was terribly wrong with my mother’s “ethical brain.”

    In my situation, it would be the study of the LACK “of this seemingly inconsequential emotion” in my mother that can show me “a porthole onto the ethical brain” whose development can go so terribly, terribly wrong through harmful and insufficient early brain-forming caregiver experiences.

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    Keltner was doing research on the magnitude of subject’s 250-millisecond (a quarter of a second) startle response when he made his amazing discovery of the patterned embarrassment response.  He found something that no other researcher had ever paid attention to before and had completely ignored.

    People who participated in his research were left alone to relax in an observation room.  Their startle response to an unanticipated loud “BAM!” was filmed.  Keltner describes what he found as he later examined the films frame-by-frame.

    “And then I noticed something unexpected.  In the first frame after the startle response, people look purified, cleansed, as if their body and mind had been shut down for a second and then turned on – the orienting function of the startle.  And then in the next frame their gaze shifted to the side.  A knowing, abashed look washed over their faces.  People looked as if they had been goosed, or whispered to of something lewd.  And then a flicker of a nonverbal display that Darwin had actually missed.  Participants averted their gaze downwards, they turned their head and body away, they showed an awkward, self-conscious smile.  Some blushed.  Some touched their cheeks or noses with a finger or two.”  (page 80)

    He was able to accurately show that young children under the age of 18 months did not show the embarrassment response.  Keltner then went on to devise experiments that were increasingly designed to embarrass people in settings where their facial reactions could be specifically filmed.  Subjects went through a regiment of having to make a specific (and difficult to accomplish) ‘weird’ face that had to be held for 10 long seconds.  At the end of this time, subjects were filmed in their ensuing embarrassment response.  Keltner then charted his frame-by-frame filmed observations in 20-millisecond (rate of 50 per second) segments that allowed him to map the patterns of the embarrassment response.

    Keltner states:

    “What I charted in the elements of the embarrassment display was a fleeting but highly coordinated two- to three-second signal.  First the participant’s eyes shot down within .75 seconds after finishing the pose of the awkward face.  Then the individual turned his head to the side, typically leftward, and down with the next .5 seconds, exposing the neck.  Contained within this head motion down and to the left was a smile, which typically lasted about two seconds.  At the onset and offset of this smile, like bookends, were other facial actions in the mouth, smile controls:  lip sucks, lip presses, lip puckers.  And while the person’s head was down and to the left a few curious actions:  the person looked up two to three times with furtive glances, and the person often touched his or her face.  This three-second snippet of behavior was not some bedlam of confused actions; it had the timing, patterning, and contour of an evolved signal, coordinated, brief, and smooth in its onset and offset.”  (pages 83-84)

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    I want to mention here a profound connection between the findings of research on human emotion and the permanent, long-term consequences of severe early relational infant-child deprivation and trauma.  As you can see by Keltner’s research, this entire embarrassment display happens very fast.  From start to finish it takes two to three seconds.

    Researchers have to use sophisticated photographic techniques in order to break this display down into its visual components.  The human emotional-social brain has built into it the capacity to send, receive, respond and act according to these nonverbal signals of communication.  Or it is SUPPOSED to.  If early deprivation and trauma interrupts the optimal formation of the brain circuitry and regions that accomplish these amazing feats of communication, all hell can literally break lose.

    Most severe early abuse survivors, my mother and me included, did not have what we needed during our early brain developmental critical windows of growth so that these patterns of signaling could happen ‘normally’.  While my mother’s brain development and operation went off into a different direction than mine did, I still suffer very disturbing consequences from her abusive treatment of me from birth.

    Here is a connection to aspects of the social difficulties autistic spectrum people face with their different emotional-social brain.  We do not and cannot ‘run the race’ of ‘normal’ human nonverbal communication equally with those whose early brains formed in the usual fashion.  While we CAN hopefully train ourselves to recognize what we are lacking so that we can compensate somewhat, we will always be at an emotional-social disadvantage in emotional-social interactions.  We do not read these cues or respond to them ‘normally’.

    While Keltner does not address this fact, what he says about emotional display-cue expressions applies to what severe early abuse survivors need to consciously learn.  Keltner says about his work with embarrassment observation:

    “…with careful frame-by-frame analysis a different picture emerged, and one in line with Darwin-inspired analysis of emotional displays as involuntary, truthful signs of our commitments to particular courses of actions.  Our facial expression of anger, for example, signals to others likely aggressive actions, and prompts actions in others that prevent costly aggressive encounters.  Within this school of thought, emotional displays are highly coordinated, stereotyped patterns of behavior, honed by thousands of generations of evolution and the beneficial effects displays have on social interactions.  Evolved displays unfold briefly, typically between two and three seconds.  The brevity of emotional displays is, in part, due to limits on the time that certain facial muscles can fire.  Emotional displays are brief, as well, because of the pressing needs facial expressions are attuned to – the approaching predator, the child catapulting toward danger, the flickering signs of interest shown by a potential mate amid many suitors.”  (pages 82-83)

    Those of us who did not get to develop optimal early-forming (through interactions with our mothering caregiver) emotional-social brains will always be at a disadvantage in regard to the normal signaling Keltner is describing.  They WORK for humans because they are not voluntary.  They are automatic, very fast, authentic and cannot be mimicked.  They work because they are honest and truthful expressions of our intent to take action – one way or the other.  They are evolutionarily designed patterns of instantaneous communication that make twittering look like something out of the stone age.

    My mother’s violence and abuse of me from birth stole these abilities from me, just as someone stole them from her.  This is NOT a minor or insignificant loss!

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    Keltner continues:

    “When I reviewed forty studies of appeasement and reconciliation processes across species, from blue-footed boobies to 4,500-pound elephant seals, the evolutionary origins of embarrassment became apparent:  It is a display that reconciles, that brings people together in contexts of distance and likely aggression.”  (page 86)

    Keltner breaks down the individual segments of the embarrassment display according to what the behaviors are signaling:

    “Gaze aversion is a cut-off behavior.  Extended eye contact signals continue what you’re doing; gaze aversion acts like a red light, terminating what has been happening.  Our embarrassed participants, by quickly averting their gaze, were exiting the previous situation.  They were signaling an end to the situation for obvious reasons:  embarrassment follows actions…that sully our reputations and jeopardize our social standing.

    “What about those head turns and head movements down?  Various species, including pits, rabbits, pigeons, doves, Japanese quail, loons, and salamanders, resort to head movements down, head turns, head bobs, and constricted posture to appease.  These actions shrink the size of the organism, and expose areas of vulnerability (the neck and jugular vein, in the case of human embarrassment).  These actions signal weakness….  At the heart of the embarrassment display, as in other species’ appeasement behaviors, is weakness, humility and modesty.

    “The embarrassed smile has a simple story with a subtle twist.  The smile originates in the fear grimace of bared-teeth grin of nonhuman primates….the embarrassed smile is more than just a smile; it has accompanying muscle actions in the mouth that alter the appearance of the smile.  The most frequent one is the lip press, a sign of inhibition….  Just as common are lip puckers, a faint kiss gracing the embarrassed smile as it unfolds during its two- to three-second attempt to make peace….

    “The face touch may be the most mysterious element of embarrassment.  Several primates cover their faces when appeasing.  Even the rabbit rubs its nose with its paws when appeasing.  Face touching in humans has many functions….  Certain face touches seem to act like the curtains on a stage, closing up one act of the social drama and ushering in the next.  A psychoanalyst has even argued that we face-touch to remind ourselves that we exist, in the midst of social exchanges where our sense of self feels to be drifting away….

    “In turning to other species’ appeasement displays, the social forces that have shaped this display during the tens of millions of years of primate evolution were there to see.  This simple display brought together signals of inhibition, weakness, modesty, sexual allure, and defense all woven together in a two- or three-second display.  The mission of the display is to make peace, to prevent conflict and costly aggression, and to bring people closer together, to reestablish cooperative bonds.  We may feel alienated, flawed, alone, and exposed when embarrassed, but our experience and display of this complex emotion is a wellspring of forgiveness and reconciliation.  The complement would also prove to be true.  The absence of embarrassment is a sign of abandoning the social contract.”  (pages 86-88)

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    Now, HERE I begin to see the direct connection between Keltner’s work and my mother:  “The absence of embarrassment is a sign of abandoning the social contract.”  Someone ignored and abandoned any appropriate ‘social contract’ in the early treatment of my mother.  The ‘social contract’ was formed into my mother’s early brain in some strange and distorted manner that did not include what she needed to mother her own children – or even to allow her to interact appropriately with any other human in her lifetime.

    Most fortunately, even though my brain formed differently from normal, I CAN feel embarrassment.  I do have a ‘social contract’.  My ability to experience how it operates is not ‘normal’, but I do have one.  My mother had one, too, in some ways – but when it came to her repeated explosions of violence and her chronic malicious intent toward me, she had none.  There was nothing prosocial about her relationship with me.

    Infant-child abuse happens outside of “the social contract.”

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    Keltner’s next description of his continued research brought my mother’s condition into even more clear focus.  He introduced a test, “designed to produce some failure in all children,” to groups of well-adjusted boys and compared their responses to groups of boys known to be prone to violence.  He states about his findings:

    “I chose to study the other end of the continuum – people prone to violence.  My thesis was simple:  To the extent that embarrassment displays reflect respect for others and a commitment to the moral order, the relative absence of embarrassment should be accompanied by the tendency to act in antisocial ways, the most extreme being violence…..  Consistent with my moral commitment hypothesis, the well-adjusted boys showed the most embarrassment, and in fact this was their dominant response to the test.  They in effect were displaying concern over their performance, and perhaps a deeper respect for the institution of education.  The externalizing [violent, acting out] boys, in contrast, showed little or no embarrassment.  Instead, these boys erupted with occasional facial displays of anger (one boy gave the finger to the camera when the experimenter momentarily had to leave the testing room).  The fleeting, subtle embarrassment display is a strong index of our commitment to the social-moral order and the greater good.

    “Neuroscientist James Blair has followed up on this work on embarrassment and violence by studying “acquired sociopathy,” that is, antisocial tendencies brought on by brain trauma….”  (pages 89-90)

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    That is exactly what early relational deprivation and trauma does to an infant-child’s growing brain.  If ‘brings on’ changes in the developing emotional-social brain that end up creating very similar patterns – like in my mother – that is demonstrated in this “acquired sociopathy” research.  (Keltner describes some of this research in his writing here).

    This research shows that damage to the orbitofrontal cortex brain region can lead to complete incompetence in experiencing embarrassment or in attributing the experience to others.  These people also show great difficulty in identifying anger and disgust expressions, “the kinds of expressions that often signal disapproval and trigger our embarrassment.”  Keltner observes about the findings related to deficits of orbitofrontal cortex damage that these people “are not wired to respond to the judgments of others.”  (page 91)

    OK, Mommy – gotcha!  “Not wired to respond to the judgments of others.”  I can see in the hundreds of my mother’s letters that I have transcribed that my mother DID certainly respond by judging others herself, which certainly brutally and fundamentally included her judgment of me (which always triggered rage-attack)!!  But she seemed to be strangely and distortedly immune to others’ judgments of her.  As I can see in her letters, if she ever detected what she perceived as a judgment against her, she reacted with rage-attack.  Something was wrong with my mother’s orbitofrontal cortex.  (See search results for Borderline and orbitofrontal cortex HERE – lots to read)

    Keltner’s descriptions of people who have suffered damage to the orbitofrontal cortex region of their brain from falls, blows, etc. can be summarized in this assessment of such a man:

    “This damage had left J.S.’s reasoning processes intact, but it had short-circuited his capacity for embarrassment.  In actuality, he had lost something much larger:  his ability to appease, reconcile, forgive, and participate in the social-moral-order.”  (pages 91-91)

    I would also make a note here that when brain developmental changes happen through the consequences of deprivation, trauma and child abuse, not even the “reasoning processes” develop normally, either.  When someone ends up like my mother did, MANY changes have happened in the developing early brain.  But this clear-cut link between my mother’s inabilities and Keltner’s research are irrefutable.

    Keltner continues with this chilling observation about the findings from research on survivors of orbitofrontal cortex damage.  My mother eerily fit the profile these findings present:

    “They have lost the ability to appease, to reconcile, and signal their concern for others…..  in judging the emotions of others, our orbitofrontal patients were inept at identifying embarrassment from photos, although they were quite skilled at judging other facial expressions, for example those of happiness, amusement, or surprise.  They resembled psychopaths, who prove to be unresponsive to the signs of suffering in others.

    “Embarrassment warns us of immoral acts and prevents us from mistakes that unsettle social harmony.  It signals our sense of wrong-doing and our respect for the judgments of others.  It provokes ordinary acts of forgiveness and reconciliation, without which it would be a dog-eat-dog world.  Orbitofrontal patients, fully capable in the realm of reason, have lost this art of embarrassment.  They have lost the subtle ethic of modesty.”  (pages 93-94)

    [my note:  again, not my mother’s brain did not develop normal reasoning abilities, either – See:  child abuse, brain development, reasoning ]

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    Keltner completes his chapter on embarrassment by saying:

    “Embarrassment is like an ocean wave:  It throws you and those near you into the earth, but you come up embracing and laughing.

    The simple elements of the embarrassment display I have documented and traced back to other species’ appeasement and reconciliation processes – the gaze aversion, head movements down, awkward smiles, and face touches – are a language of cooperation; they are the unspoken ethic of modesty.  With these fleeting displays of deference, we preempt conflicts.  We navigate conflict-laden situations (watch how regularly people display embarrassment when in close physical spaces, when negotiating the turn-taking of everyday conversations, or when sharing good).  We express gratitude and appreciation.  We quickly extricate embarrassed souls from their momentary predicaments with deflections of attention or face-saving parodies of the mishap.

    “Embarrassment is the foundation of an ethic of modesty….”  (page 95)

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    Keltner is not talking about Victorian displays of prudish concerns.  My Boston-raised mother was an expert at these.  He is talking about ancient and authentic, automatic and essential patterns of negotiating ourselves as members of a socially-bonded species.  My mother could mimic ‘voluntary’ displays that parodied embarrassment, but she lacked the authentic, supposed-to-be hard wired neurological ability to respond normally regarding embarrassment.

    It intrigues me that nowhere in Keltner’s writing have I seen the world ‘conscience’ appear.  He is not describing some philosophical, abstract process.  He is talking about a body-based, evolutionarily programmed, physiological response that my mother seemed to be entirely missing.

    Keltner included small pictures in his text of a carved face of the Buddha, a picture of Gandhi and one of the Dalai Lama (page 90) that clearly show the embarrassment-spectrum facial expressions that I find so beautiful to look at.  Now that I have found this new information that lets me think about my abusive mother in a new way, I can realize that I NEVER saw my mother’s face take on any semblance of the expression of authentic, genuine embarrassment.  My mother was tragically missing this key component to being human.  She could never make this statement that Keltner describes:

    “….the elements of the embarrassment are fleeting statements the individual makes about his or her respect for the judgment of others.  Embarrassment reveals how much the individual cares about the rules that bind us to one another.  Gaze aversion, head turns to the side and down, the coy smile, and the occasional face touch are perhaps the most potent nonverbal clues we have to an individual’s commitment to the moral order.  These nonverbal cues, in the words of sociologist Erving Goffman, are “acts of devotion…in which an actor celebrates and confirms his relation to a recipient.””  (page 89)

    Keltner concludes that embarrassment offers transformation through reconciliation and forgiveness.  “It is in these in-the-moment acts of deference that we honor others, and in so doing, become strong.  It is often when tender and weak that we are alive….” and most closely connected to the fullest experience of living a meaningful life.

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    Did something change inside of my mother when she was little that disallowed her from ever being able to tolerate the feeling of weakness — and thus vulnerability — that Keltner is describing?

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    +GREAT BOOK ABOUT THE BEST IN HUMANS

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    My book Born to Be Good: The Science of a Meaningful Life – Paperback (Oct 5, 2009) by Dacher Keltner has arrived.  I am eagerly embarking on its study about what’s best about humans.  My insanely abusive Borderline mother sure didn’t teach me anything about THAT!

    Keltner resides in the camp of study about positive human emotions.  Interestingly, researchers could not really study what has always been termed ‘happiness’ equally with the survival emotions such as fear and rage until technology invented photographic equipment that operates as fast as our face moves when we express emotion.

    The more survival-based emergency related emotions happen in bigger ways so that we can watch them happen more easily than we can (could) watch expressions related to happiness and well-being.  Just as we needed really FAST photography to accurately be able to watch the visual information transmitted and received between infants and mothers (that build our earliest fundamental brain regions), we also needed it to see what happens when we treat one another well and with kindness.

    (For an example of how the extremely rapid fraction-of-a-millisecond mother-infant communication takes place please scroll down to page 22 in Dr. Allan N. Schore’s paper, EFFECTS OF A SECURE ATTACHMENT RELATIONSHIP ON RIGHT BRAIN DEVELOPMENT, AFFECT REGULATION, AND INFANT MENTAL HEALTH)

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    Humans are born with the capacity to experience emotion.  We simply live them without thinking about what they are, what they mean, or what they are named.  In safe and secure infant-childhood environments we are helped by our caregivers to gradually learn about our emotions as we learn about our self and others in the world.  Eventually we learn what emotions are named and about how to ever more effectively regulate them.

    Because this ability to regulate and differentiate emotions happens within our earliest infant-child attachment relationship environment, the process is either assisted or interfered with by our caregivers.  In my own case, as I study Keltner’s book, I doubt I will be able to think about very many instances from my infant-childhood at all where I would have even been allowed to experience the positive emotional states.

    I find it interesting that even in the field of vastly expensive scientific research that the differentiation of ‘happiness’ and the study of this state had to wait until technology caught up with our desire and need to better understand the happiness aspect of who we are.

    Dr. Keltner is at the cutting-edge of this research.  His study happens because he can use the new lens of sophisticated super-stop action photography to see our human finely tuned happiness communications in the same way that evolution of the lens allowed us to see new aspects of our world through microscopes and telescopes.

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    Keltner states about the study of happiness in the first chapter of his book:

    “The canonical [orthodox] studies of human emotion, studies of the universality of facial expression, of how emotion is registered in the nervous system, how emotion shapes judgment and decision making, had never looked into these states.  The groundbreaking studies of emotion had only examined one state covered by the term “happiness.”  But research is often misled by “ordinary” language, the language we speak rather than the language of scientific theory.  Happiness is a diffuse term.  It masks important distinctions between emotions such as gratitude, awe, contentment, pride, love, compassion and desire – the focus of this book – as well as expressive behaviors such as teasing, touch, and laughter.  This narrow concentration on “happiness” has stunted our scientific understanding of the emotions that move people toward higher jen ratios.  By solely asking, “Am I happy?” we miss out on the many nuances of the meaningful life.

    My hope is to shift what goes into the numerator of you jen ration, to bring into sharper focus the millisecond manifestations of human goodness.  I hope that you will see human behavior in a new light, the subtle cues of embarrassment, playful vocalizations, the visceral feelings of compassion, the sense of gratitude in another’s touch to your shoulder, that have been shaped by the seven million years of hominid evolution and that bring the good in others to completion.  In our pursuit of happiness we have lost sight of these essential emotions.  Our everyday conversations about happiness are filled withy references to sensory pleasure – delicious Australian wines, comfortable hotel beds, body tone produced by our exercise regimens.  What is missing is the language and practice of emotions like compassion, gratitude, amusement, and wonder.  My hope is to tilt your jen ratio to what the poet Percy Shelley describes as the great secret of morals:  “the identification of ourselves with the beautiful which exists in thought, action, or person, not our own.”  The key to this quest resides in the study of emotions long ignored by affective science.”  (pages 14-15)

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    My mother was extremely short on jen, as are all people who outright neglect, abuse and maltreat people – infants and children most included.  My mother’s experiences in her own abusive childhood seemed to completely obliterate any ability she was born with to understand what ‘being good’ was all about.  Certainly it was my experience with her that she was never able to ‘be good’ to me and in fact she did not believe I even had the capacity to ‘be good’ myself.

    In fact, my mother projected her own ‘badness’ that she found intolerable inside herself out onto me and proceeded to spend the 18 years of my childhood ‘punishing’ me for being ‘that bad’.  This process was, I believe, entirely connected to abuse in her own childhood as she had been told her ‘badness’ made her unlovable, but if she could only be ‘good enough’ she would be lovable and loved again.  Something became permanently broken in my mother’s early ‘good-bad’ early forming brain, and it made her into a monster.

    Knowing this about my Borderline mother makes me very curious about Keltner’s book whose very title —  BORN TO BE GOOD — addresses the underlying conflicts my entire childhood was consumed with:  Evil versus Good versus Evil versus Good……..  Every interaction I had with my mother from the time I was born was in reality a communication from her to me about how essentially and fundamentally un-good and totally evil I was.

    The extremes of my mother’s psychosis were so severe that she literally believed I was satan’s child and was not even born as a human being.  I was condemned beyond salvation, though my mother believed through every word and deed she abused me with that she was doing her very super-human best to save me as she battled to accomplish the impossible task of turning me into ‘something good’.

    Keltner’s book is about the best in human social interactions.  I want to know more about this because I certainly have vast personal experience about what the worst in human social interactions can be like.  I want to improve my own ‘jen ratio’.  What might this mean?

    By first translating the broad term ‘happiness’ into the broader term ‘goodness’, Keltner then describes the kinds of minute human interactions that both communicate goodness and build it into self and others.  The term “jen ratio” is the kingpin of his writing    About jen itself Keltner states:

    “…Confucius taught a new way of finding the meaningful life through the cultivation of jen.  A person of jen, Confucius observes, “wishing to establish his own character, also establishes the character of others.”  A person of jen “brings the good things of others to completion and does not bring the bad things of others to completion.”  Jen is felt in that deeply satisfying moment when you bring out the goodness in others.

    Jen science is based on its own microscopic observations of things not closely examined before.  Most centrally, it is founded on the study of emotions such as compassion, gratitude, awe, embarrassment, and amusement, emotions that transpire between people, bringing the good in each other to completion.  Jen science has examined new human languages [My note:  New to scientific study, ancient to humans] under its microscope – movements of muscles in the face that signal devotion, patterns of touch that signal appreciation, playful tones of the voice that transforms conflicts.  It brings into focus new substances that we are made of, neurotransmitters as well as regions of our nervous system that promote trust, caring, devotion, forgiveness, and play.  It reveals a new way of thinking about the evolution of human goodness, which requires revision of longstanding assumptions that we are solely wired to maximize desire, to compete, and to be vigilant to what is bad.

    “The jen ratio is a lens onto the balance of good and bad in your life.  In the denominator of the jen ratio place recent actions in which someone has brought the bad in others to completion….  Above this, in the numerator of the ratio, tally up the actions that bring the good in others to completion….  As the value of your jen ratio rises, so too does the humanity of your world.

    “Think of the jen ratio as a lens through which you might take stock of your attempt at living a meaningful life.”  (pages 3-5)

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    I haven’t seen these two words in Keltner’s book yet, hope and enthusiasm, but this is how I feel as I enter into this new journey.  For all my awarenesses about the differences between how my body-brain-mind-self was formed in comparison to others who benefited from having a safe and secure attachment foundation rather than one formed in, by and for trauma, I enthusiastically hope that by understanding how we ALL have a jen ration operating in our lives I can begin to make my own ration better.

    I will keep you posted (literally!) about my experiences with the information contained within the pages of Keltner’s BORN TO BE GOOD book I was fortunate to discover!

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    +MAYBE TRAUMA IS THE RULE AND ‘SAFE AND SECURE’ IS THE EXCEPTION

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    Given that the United States and the United Kingdom sit at the bottom of the measurement continuum regarding the well-being of their children among the 21 richest nations on earth, I am beginning to seriously rethink my own thinking about the impact of deprivation and trauma on early infant-child development.  Maybe a safe and secure attachment to caregivers and to the world is NOT the norm, as Dr. Daniel Siegel and others suggest at the same time they note that safe and secure attachment seems to exist in roughly half of our nation’s population.

    What is life like for the other half who are not safely and securely attached?

    Maybe the best possible infant-child interactions with a best possible mother in a best possible benign and benevolent world is a goal the human race is striving toward and is not something we have yet to obtain.  As excited as I have been at discovering Dr. Martin Teicher’s work about how infant-child abuse, deprivation and trauma can create an ‘evolutionarily altered’ brain designed by, for and in a malevolent world, maybe I have to admit that he and his researchers are just plain WRONG.

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    What I read in the 2009 Child and Youth Well-Being Index (CWI) projections for 2010 for American children contributes to my revised thinking about the impact of deprivation and trauma on infant-child development.  These findings (below) clearly show us that what is acceptable and ‘normal’ and what is not is entirely subject to the perspective of experience.

    This Special Report shows that the impact of the current recession on children in America will be dramatic.

    • The percentage of children in poverty is expected to peak at 21 percent in 2010, comparable to that of previous economic recessions.

    • More than a quarter (27 percent) or 8 million children will have at least one parent not working full-time year-round in 2010.

    • For all families, median annual family income (in constant 2007 dollars) is expected to decline from $59,200 in 2007, to about $55,700 in 2010. For single female-headed households, median annual family income is expected to decline from $24,950 in 2007, to $23,000 in 2010. The steepest drop, however, will be among single male-headed households where median annual family income is expected to decline from $38,100 in 2007 to $33,300 in 2010.

    The significant decrease in the family economic well-being domain is projected to cause negative ripple effects across the other domains which the CWI measures.

    The Impact on Other CWI Domains

    The significant decrease in the family economic well-being domain is projected to cause negative ripple effects across the other domains which the CWI measures.

    While the overall impact of the recession on children’s well-being is expected to resemble similar impacts from recessions past, a few trends make this economic downturn unique.  Among them:

    Social relationships domain: The rate of residential mobility for children normally decreases during a recession. Due to the greater severity of the housing crisis accompanying the current economic recession, however, this decline in residential mobility will be counterbalanced by the increased mobility of low-income families that lose their housing and either move or become homeless. For those children, there will be substantial negative impacts on peer and other neighborhood social relationships.

    Health domain: Children’s overall health is expected to decline due to obesity. Though obesity has been on the rise for several years [already the highest of 21 rich nations], it is now likely to spike as the recession drives parents to rely more on low-cost fast food.

    While this obesity increase is expected to bring down the health domain, however, there is some positive news. The total number of children with health insurance is expected to remain at just under 90 percent in 2010, due to the fact that government health insurance policies will provide a public safety net for children who are likely to lose private coverage.

    Other projected impacts across the domains include:

    Community connectedness domain: The connection that children have to their surrounding communities is likely to be negatively impacted by declines in Pre-Kindergarten participation.

    Safety/behavioral domain: Children’s safety and behavior is expected to fare worse due to higher rates of violent crime where youth are both victims and perpetrators. This is based on historic recessionary trends of budget cuts for policing and juvenile crime prevention.

    Finally, the focus of the CWI and its Key Indicators is on national averages across the U.S. and across the population of all children and youths. However, it must be emphasized that there will be a diversity of impacts of the current economic downturn geographically across the nation and across racial/ethnic subpopulations and socioeconomic groups. Low-income African American and Latino children are generally more susceptible to the consequences of economic fluctuations.  When the economy is doing well, their well-being gains are more dramatic; when the economy slumps, they are harder hit than their white counterparts because more children of color live in poverty to begin with.

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    It is only in very recent history that life for members of our species on this planet could be said to be easy enough that our numbers are moving ever nearer to the double digit billions.  Yet while the shear masses of our numbers might indicate that we have, as a species, at last reached some suggested height of well-being as a whole, the lack of personal well-being for billions among us on this globe indicate otherwise – our nation’s children included.

    Any question of optimism versus pessimism becomes mute in the light of reality.  As a survivor of severe abuse from birth that lasted for the following 18 years of my childhood, it is probably truer that I share more in common with the majority of people on this planet than I do with the privileged, advantaged minority of people who were born into a safe and secure benevolent world.

    Taken from this global perspective, Dr. Teicher and others like him who suggest that adjustments in infant-childhood to deprivation and trauma make us into evolutionarily altered people are wrong.  Evolution moves forward.  Anyone who does NOT experience deprivation and trauma in their early life and is formed for a benign world rather than for a harsh and malevolent one might well be considered to be the evolutionary exception rather than the rule.

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    +ATTACHMENT: SMART AND STUPID RESEARCH

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    Personally I am tired of wandering around in the darkness wondering why I am not a particularly HAPPY person with some kind of an active, exciting, thrilling, fulfilling life full of social connections and emotional well-being.

    Sure, my childhood sucked.  But, so what?  “Too bad, so sad, be glad you are grown up now and can make any choice you want to make about yourself in your life.  Get over it!  Get on with it!  Quit feeling sorry for yourself!  Your life is what you make of it.  Still having problems?  You must have bad genes.”

    My response is, “Oh, yeah?  Says who?  What can ‘the research’ tell us?”

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    My sister sent me an interesting link the other day that presents information directly connected to what I wrote in my December 26, 2009 post where I mentioned that I suspect my social-emotional brain shares some characteristics with autism.  Take a look at this Yahoo news article about research coming from a study of school children:

    Texas study confirms lower autism rate in Hispanics

    For every 10 percent increase in Hispanic schoolchildren in a given district, the researchers found, the prevalence of autism decreased by 11 percent, while the prevalence of kids with intellectual disabilities or learning disabilities increased by 8 percent and 2 percent, respectively.

    The reverse was seen as the percentage of non-Hispanic white children in a district increased, with the prevalence of autism rising by 9 percent and the prevalence of intellectual and learning disabilities falling by 11 percent and 2 percent.

    The observed relationships remained for Hispanic children after the researchers accounted for key socioeconomic and health care provider factors, although “urbanicity” of a district, median household income, and number of health care professionals did explain the increased percentage of autism among districts with more non-Hispanic white kids — a finding the researchers call “curious.”

    Whether lower autism prevalence in Hispanics is attributable to other, still-unexamined socioeconomic, health care delivery or biological factors “remains a crucial area for further research,” Palmer and colleagues conclude.”

    SOURCE: American Journal of Public Health, December 2009.

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    Well, will you look at that.  All that time, effort and money spent on this research study and did they think to include a measurement of what matters most?  Did they include any kind of questions about size of immediate family, number of siblings, size of the dwelling, or amount of contact with extended family?

    I can’t access the full research article online, but here’s what its abstract says:

    Am J Public Health. 2009 Dec 17. [Epub ahead of print]

    Explaining Low Rates of Autism Among Hispanic Schoolchildren in Texas.

    Palmer RF, Walker T, Mandell D, Bayles B, Miller CS.

    University of Texas Health Science Center.

    In data from the Texas Educational Agency and the Health Resources and Services Administration, we found fewer autism diagnoses in school districts with higher percentages of Hispanic children. Our results are consistent with previous reports of autism rates 2 to 3 times as high among non-Hispanic Whites as among Hispanics. Socioeconomic factors failed to explain lower autism prevalence among Hispanic schoolchildren in Texas. These findings raise questions: Is autism underdiagnosed among Hispanics? Are there protective factors associated with Hispanic ethnicity?

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    Researchers are evidently content to conclude their research with such statements as “this is a curious finding,” while they continue to ask their unanswered questions like, “Are there protective factors associated with Hispanic ethnicity?”  There is no reason I can think of to expect that degrees of human attachment don’t affect genes for autism just like it does for schizophrenia, suicide, depression, PTSD and other ‘disorders’ of the body-brain.

    I have lived for the last ten years in a small town in southeastern Arizona on the Mexican-American border line.  The fence lies right behind my back yard.  99.9% of this town’s community is Hispanic.  Every family I know has a lot of children.  The children are cherished.  Every family has extended ties to extended family.  Their median income is low.  Many children often share a bedroom.  I have watched them as they grow from infanthood in the closest of interactions with one another within all age groups.  They are social and they are connected to one another.  Nobody is alone.

    Duh, researchers.  Do you think that MAYBE the research findings might have to do with safe and secure attachment that builds for these people an excellently formed early social-emotional brain so that autism is not as likely to appear among their culture?

    Is there some kind of STUPID gene operating among researchers that prevents them from bothering to consider collecting what is the most obvious information that would answer their questions?  Or is there some kind of implicit agreement among researchers to keep skipping the gathering of the most important attachment related information so they can keep on doing more and more stupid research without gaining any true understanding – because it gives them job security?

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    I know this pattern exists.  The same kind of researcher ‘stupid gene’ operated during the South African – Kenyan youth research project on the consequences of trauma.  Follow this link for a description of the kinds of information the researchers collected on the 2000 teenagers in their study.  Did they include any standardized, accurate and useful assessment of attachment relationships among their subjects?  Of course not!  How could they justify spending more and more money on research to answer the puzzling results they found?

    The most striking finding was the discrepancy in the rate of PTSD between South African and Kenyan adolescents in the context of equally high rates of trauma exposure (and even higher for specific types of trauma in the Kenyan sample).  The lower rate of PTSD in Kenya adolescents is difficult to explain.”  Seedat et al, 2004, p 173

    Note the “difficult to explain” statement.  Read for yourself, “Give me more money so I can use my stupid genes and do more research.  I want to keep my job.”

    These researchers noted at the conclusion of their massive project that for all the money spent and for all the extensive effort they put into their research, the were left unable to

    “…account for higher rates of PTSD in the South African students, despite higher rates of exposure in Kenyan youth to both sexual assault and physical assault by a family member, as these are traumas that are likely to be repeated.  Further, these traumas were most likely to e associated with a PTSD full-symptom diagnosis.  This discrepancy is one for which we do not have an adequate explanation.”  Seedat et al, 2004, p 174

    Obviously these Kenyan children were not necessarily safe and secure in their own home, so how might we consider that attachment information might help explain the difference in outcome between these two groups of extremely traumatized youth?

    No standardized or valid attachment assessment tool exists.  These researchers do not seem to be bothered by its absence.  Even though they did not use the word ‘attachment’ in their research conclusions, these researchers did ‘wonder’ if the patterns of differences they observed might be related to the long history of cultural disruption that South Africa has endured in contrast to the retained cultural integrity of Kenya.

    Can degrees of safe and secure versus unsafe and insecure attachment be related to degrees of cultural integrity?  The findings of both of these two research studies point in that direction.  Because neither study contained any (nonexistent) standardized collection of attachment information, both studies are left simply pointing in a “a direction for further research.”  Of course this doesn’t bother the researchers.  It guarantees their job security.

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    The hole in the bucket of both of these studies validates my thinking.  It is the degree of safe and secure attachment that an infant-child has in its beginning with its mothering caregiver that most influences how a person’s genes manifest themselves as the very young body-brain develops.  The protective factors against any so-called ‘mental illness’, be it depression, aspects of autism, or PTSD are activated very early in a person’s development.

    Looking at the end result of degrees of attachment security, even within school age children, tells researchers nothing about how their ‘subjects’ got to be the way they are.  I want to know, “How safe and securely attached were these children to their mothers and their other earliest caregivers from the time they were born – as their body-brain developed in interaction with the experiences the little one had in its environment?”

    In my thinking, cultural integrity protects mothers and therefore protects the infants who benefit in their earliest, fundamental development from safe and secure attachment.  As the early body-brain is forming, information from the environment has already told an individual’s genes how to respond and adapt.  Although safe and secure attachment is certainly not guaranteed to children like those in Kenya, not EVEN in their home, the underlying structure of their body-brain seems to have included residency factors that protect them from PTSD.

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    Without trying to explain the research today that describes the physiological impact that early stress has on development (notes for a lot of this research can be found HERE), I will simply present some links here today related to research that is showing how child abuse changes genetic expression:

    Child Abuse Causes Damage at Genetic Level

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    Child abuse ‘impacts stress gene’

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    Infant Abuse Linked To Early Experience, Not Genetics

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    Gene protects adults abused as children from depression

    Influence of child abuse on adult depression: moderation by the corticotropin-releasing hormone receptor gene.

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    The Neurobiology of Child Abuse and Neglect

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    Do Genetics and Childhood Environment Combine to Pose Risk for Adult PTSD?

    Association of FKBP5 polymorphisms and childhood abuse with risk of posttraumatic stress disorder symptoms in adults.

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    Selected Publications of the Members of the Attachment Parenting International Research Group

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    And also, the results of a Google search for child abuse brain development

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    Researchers need to come up with an accurate way to measure degrees of safe and secure versus unsafe and insecure attachment and add this measurement tool into the design of all research about the affects that trauma has on human beings throughout the lifespan.

    Every research study being done that does not include a measure of degrees of attachment is missing the critical piece of information about how attachment creates resiliency factors that protect humans from ongoing problems related to trauma experiences.

    All funding channels that support trauma-related research need to mandate that an assessment of the quality of human attachment be included.  Of course, this means that attachment patterns need to be taken most seriously as a primary factor that profoundly influences trauma research results.  Let’s do smart rather than stupid research!  Find a way to accurately measure degree and quality of human attachment – NOW!

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    Please note:  I will be taking a break from the blog until Wednesday, January 6, 2010.  Best wishes for a Happy New Year 2010!

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