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It is now 3:30 in the afternoon.  My current stress/distress began last midnight.  I assure myself that the troubles I face are fully of my own making.  So what?

I live at around 5,000 feet in the high American southwest desert.  I does get cold here, but last night was one of the worst.  We’ve had this cold spell for days now.  I’ve lived up north all of my life.  I know there are times when inside faucets have to be left running to prevent pipes from freezing.  This is even more true down here where most houses have no insulation, truest when temperatures drop below 15 degrees, which certainly happened last night.

A main line into the house is frozen.  There is no water moving anywhere.  I have no idea where the freezing in the lines is.  The sun is warming the west side of my house right now, but only for a little more time.  Nothing has thawed yet.  I dragged my blue 100′ extension cord out the door (which means I can’t shut my doors, which means I am losing heat in here).  I have my hair dryer running on high aimed at the main water line in the nasty dirty shallow crawl space under the house.  I dragged a fan out there which is also aimed to blow under the house.  Not a drip is stirring.

Of course I can’t control the weather, but I could have done things differently starting with going online last evening to see what temperatures were expected.  Usually I head to bed at 10 p.m. and turn on a kitchen faucet then.  Last night I was so engrossed in my work on the 8th book going into line for publishing I lost track of time.  I came up for air at midnight, was readying for bed, went to turn on the faucet to drip — and not a drop.  Too late.

I spent so many hours last night focusing so hard on my work I did not flush the toilet for hours.  I did not turn on any faucets.  I just worked — and there was a price to pay — a price still be determined.

If nothing thaws today — I hate to think what’s going to happen in the cold of tonight.  I can’t imagine a single water line in this house that isn’t going to freeze solid.  True, this is a rental — but there’s a limit to ‘what Linda can get away with’.  This is all my fault.

Is this an accident?

Is this a mistake?

No, I did not intentionally let my water lines freeze — but so what?  Frozen they most definitely ARE!

Why – last night on a record low temperature night did I HAPPEN to run the course of time the way that I did?  Never do I go that many hours in a row without using some water — somewhere!

Just chalk this up to more of the cost of doing business on these books.  But I cannot blame the weather.  Dare I blame myself?

More importantly, do I dare NOT TO BLAME MYSELF?

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Well, I drove up to our local office supply store today with my handful of old pictures I found this week to have them scanned.  I have no way to divide these apart from one another — so here I go with another sketch job!!

Sorry for all the blank white space, nothing I can do about that right now!  First picture – the tall woman with the glasses was my mother’s friend.  I believe her name was Natalie.  She’s gripping my brother, John.  Next comes sister Cindy who was turning 2.  Mother is pregnant with my sister Sharon, so this had to be 1955.  I am under the grip of my grandmother.  I was 3 nearly 4, John was 4 nearly 5. 

This is one of those pictures that lets me know once we children were outside of the prison we were little WILD THINGS!!!

In the lower picture I would have been 4 nearly 5, Cindy 2 nearly 3.  We don’t look like happy campers.

Oh, my angel brother John.  13 1/2 months older than I was – he saved my life!!!!  Such love he had for me, so protective, so watchful, my guardian angel!

I LOVE this lower one!  That is the ME that MADE IT!  I am 4, not quite 5.  With my two sisters.  I bet if she could have my abusive mother would have KILLED me to get rid of that spunk I had!!!  But – she managed over time to beat it nearly out of me.  But NOT!  I wish I had a poster of this!  This week is the first I’ve seen any of these photographs.

Then moving up – me trapped holding a not happy baby – HELP!!!

And the top one – oh the dynamics in THAT picture!!!!  My grandmother on the left of the picture – 2-year-old me who is LEAVING — Mother Mildred with that LOOK!  Holding sister Cindy – and look at the expression of my protective brother, John!  Not missing a thing!  Sister in NEED!   By the way, that should have read 1953 beside that picture, not 1955!

This is the ONLY picture I have ever seen that even begins to catch a glimmer of what the OTHER mean Mildred could look like.  There I am!  Right square in that little body being ME!!!

In a normal world this picture of my pregnant mother (with Cindy) and me would be precious and priceless.  Maybe in some ways it was.  The dynamics so changed when Cindy was born and BPD Mildred then had her split-world God’s child.  I can see that in the top right picture of Mother and Cindy – that interaction, that dyad, that expression in Mother’s being with her loved baby — I NEVER felt that from her.  Not once in my entire childhood.

My father holding me when I was one month old – BPD Mildred had to work on that man to turn him against me – but she did it.  He lost himself to HER — and I lost my father once that had happened. 

The top left is Mother holding me. 

Such mental illness in that woman — and NOBODY noticed!!!!  So much horrific abuse — I am quite certain, as a friend of mine pointed out, that the moving from house to house my parents did before we moved to Alaska before my 5th birthday had to do with neighbors hearing what happened to me in one house — asking questions — and on mother moved.  There are three different houses in these pictures….  And there was nothing wrong with ANY of these houses.

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This post won’t be much more than a sketch of a collection of thoughts that are swirling around in the shadows of my mind this morning.  I will capture a few of them here, but most of them will have to be patient and wait until I am more ready to take them out and put them together into the structure of a more formal writing.

I have been deeply involved for weeks now in sorting through the messy collection of my family’s photographic history.  I don’t have the savvy or the computer power to scan and work with digitalizing this collection, which is most frustrating to me.  I am finding the pictures that correspond to the text of 8 books as I go, but there are other pictures that I know will belong in books that have yet to be written and that don’t even begin to have a structure or a title at this point in time.

Among those pictures are ones of myself before the age of five that also include pictures of my siblings who were also very young at the time those photographs were snapped in California before our family moved to Alaska to begin our homesteading saga.  These pictures tell stories all by themselves!

Back in the 1950s there was great expense in processing films.  Pictures of children were most often taken on some kind of picture taking event like a birthday, Easter or Christmas.  In some of these holiday pictures Mother and Grandmother are literally hanging onto we children to keep us still long enough for a picture to be taken.  Behind the body language in these pictures I envision WILD CHILDREN being captured momentarily, grabbed by the wrist, as adults tried to freeze the energy in our body as we were so awkwardly frozen in time to be framed in a picture.

I can see myself — the INSIDE of myself — bursting through over 50 years of time as if I only stop being who I was then, who I can see, only when I LOOK at these pictures.  The rest of the time little me — being only a fraction of inches tall as I romp around within the space those little pictures hold me within — is trapped waiting to be remembered.

I end up thinking this morning about myself as a severely abused child — and about my siblings who witnessed that abuse — as we could not HELP at those young ages being ourself with our full expression of emotion, feeling, attitude — in action.

As time goes on children begin to learn to make conscious choices, the best that they can (as I imagine the scenarios) to PLEASE the adults upon whom they owe their survival AND when abuse is present to try to avoid harm.

Little people cannot possibly be adept at doing either of these things.  When emotion and reaction live in little children’s bodies they cannot be selected at will to present an ‘acceptable’ version of who they are to either gain praise or avoid retribution.  Little children are ALIVE.  They feel and they begin to think at a very, very young age.

When who the child is is not acceptable to the grownups in their life, where does the free-flowing energy of childhood go to?  Where CAN it go?

In families where the essence of the small child as a person is not tolerated, when any free thought or natural expression of emotion is not allowed, and then when – in cases such as mine was – the person of the child is deemed to be essentially evil and bad no matter WHAT the child does — what happens to the development of the self of the child?

When a child is raised in a healthy family socially acceptable parameters for behaviors — which include the appropriate and healthy expression of the full range of emotions — are gradually introduced as these behaviors are gradually modulated by healthy adults who understand that their little charge was BORN as an individual person.  Abuse and violation of the person of the child is NOT part of the picture.

Because my history involves a mother who most likely suffered from Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) with a definite psychosis, my perspective is biased.  Things go wrong in all kinds of families in which BPD is not present.  I cannot sort out how much of what I detect of what went wrong in my family as it was run and run over by BPD Mother could possibly apply to other kinds of families in trouble.  All I know is that Mother lacked empathy and did not actually know what a person even was.

To Mother her children were puppets, props, dolls, toys — NOT human beings.  We were in her mind things that could be manipulated, arranged, controlled.  There are some early photographs of Mildred’s children that were taken as little ones were enjoying doing what children do.  At those times we were only accidentally doing something right and approved of in Mildred’s world.

In other pictures we were supposed to be doing something else other than being our own little person.  It is at those times and in photographs of those times that the dynamics appear in body language and expressions that show the contrast between (especially for me) what I was SUPPOSED to look, behave, act and feel and how I truly DID experience myself in my life.

I cannot yet add the photographs into my writing.  There is a whole long process to get to that stage.  What I am writing here in words is simply a kind of narration of an invisible play because the pictures to be submitted as evidence are still being processed.  In the meantime I am processing ideas related to what good use I can put some of these pictures to in my future writing. 

I am wondering where the self of a child GOES when that self is not allowed to grow up even existing within its own body in its own life.  It’s not like a child has a choice to change itself in for a different self that can manage (somehow) to make all the right choices so that conflict with its mother-parent can be avoided.  Nor can a suffering child trade in its caregiver for a better one, either.

The only thing I can think of that might be useful is that somehow conveying stories means that we can convey information that can be thought about, talked about, learned from — somehow.  I wish I had more answers than I have questions.

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I began my independent research in 2004 after my last child of three entered the Air Force and left home.  I needed to understand where the depths of my sadness came from and why I could not ease it or make it go away.  I could find no other way to begin to meet my needs that to tackle my problems on my own.

The first book I read was about a man imprisoned in the 1950s by Communist Chinese who exerted every effort over years to control their prisoner’s mind.  As I read this man’s survival account I instantly recognized that this man could not be broken because he had  strength within his inner core-self that had been put there through loving interactions he experienced with others – especially with his mother – from the beginning of his life.  At the same time I this fact I understood that I had never been given the gift that this man had.  I also understood that not only did this man not recognize the source of his survival but also that very few if any others reading his account would recognize this fact, either.  (Unfortunately I do not remember the name of this man or of his book.)

I found the exact same pattern present in the writings of Dave J. Pelzer in his book A Child Called “It”: One Child’s Courage to Survive (1995).  Pelzer (and I suggest, also his readers) seemed to be oblivious to the power that his relationship with his mother before her horrific treatment of him began when he as nearing school age had to form the foundation within his body-brain that allowed him to endure and to survive all that came upon him later.  The movie, Buck, about the child-abused horse whisperer also completely misses this same critically important point.  In his narration for this movie Buck Brannaman states clearly more than once what a wonderful, loving mother his was before she died when he was in his middle childhood, at which he was left with his brother in the care of his severely abusive drunk of a father.  (Why had the mother remained with this man when she knew he was abusing her boys?  Nobody addresses this point in that movie.)

I was only a little ways behind the curve when I found in 2004 a book that began to profoundly change my thinking that had been published in 2001 (there is a new edition out now):  The Developing Mind: How Relationships and the Brain Interact to Shape Who We Are by  Daniel J. Siegel M.D.

I carefully sifted my way word by word through this book, and then discovered my next stairway to truth in this 2001 book:  Traumatic Relationships and Serious Mental Disorders by Dr. Jon G. Allen.  There was no stopping me then, and on I moved into additional serious readings of Dr. Allan Schore and other developmental neuroscientists.  The 2007 book by Dr. Bruce Perry and Maia Szalavitz, The Boy Who Was Raised as a Dog: And Other Stories from a Child Psychiatrist’s Notebook–What Traumatized Children Can Teach Us About Loss, Love, and Healing, gave me the first opportunity to see this critically important information about what happens to ‘Babies Under Fire’ © translated into lay language those of us in the grass-root trenches can understand.

While there are many books and many theories about how to supposedly heal trauma in personal lives, I have learned that for those of us who were indeed one of the ‘Babies Under Fire’ there is not really going to be a single useful piece of information for us to be found in any so-called healing approaches that do NOT clearly, truthfully and accurately give us the knowledge we need about how the lack of safety and security in our earliest attachment relationships — primarily with our mother — permanently altered the way our body-brain developed during the most ‘Critical Windows’ of formative growth in our lifetime.

While ‘Babies Under Fire’ does not give us a pleasant image to hold in our minds, it does give us an accurate place to begin to look for the origin of the widest array of difficulties humans face when we don’t get MOTHERING right.

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My epiphany this morning is that contrary to what I have so far been believing to be the factor that is stopping us in our society/culture from recognizing that great harm is being done to infants and children at the hands of their mothers is NOT our taboos against infant abuse.  It is our cultural taboo against recognizing that WOMEN – within the mythical sanctity of the mythical perfect home – are not only capable of committing crimes against helpless, dependent, innocent little ones, they ARE committing these crimes. 

If these crimes remain hidden not only from our sight but also from the sight of our clear thinking, we are responsible for allowing these crimes to continue.

I am understanding that what is stopping us from changing what most needs to be changed in order to improve everyone’s quality of life is GENDER BIAS.  (Isn’t this the reason why in recent memory wives were property who could not own property, nor could women vote?)

The ‘European’ belief as it has been passed to America from ‘old times’ is that women are pure and INNOCENT children.  That myth tells us as it perpetrates itself throughout the fabric of our culture on every level that WOMEN NEVER GROW UP!  Because we never grow up we are no more accountable for our actions than children are.

What a deadly two-edged sword this is!  If we believe that women are (1) innocent children that never grow up and therefore, (2) are not accountable for our actions, then (3) it must mean that women ‘really’ never commit crimes because (4) we refuse to see them!

This is cultural MADNESS!!!

WOMEN!  Put on your prettiest petticoat-dress-hat-gloves, grab a frilly parasol, don your dainty shoes and delicately trip down the sidewalk with your handy-dandy macho male on your arm as he walks along the outside near the curb to catch the mucky wet splashes of horse dung flung from those carriages passing you by!!

And on warm and sunny afternoons you can take your little ones with you as you perambulate around a perfect park with your frilly-bonneted baby in its pram.  Don’t forget your parasol!!!!

And in the home you prepare yourself, your children, and a meal (if you have no servants) so that when your macho hero man comes home at night after his long day’s work you can pamper and spoil him with this perfect home life he so richly deserves — and you so perfectly offer to him!

 Times have changed, you say?

Need I mention at the very least Medea, the ancient Greek tragedy written by Euripides that was based upon the myth of Jason and Medea and first produced in 431 BC.?  Beautiful charming Mother Medea was perfectly capable of slaughtering her helpless children with a butcher knife while EVERYONE stood by and let her.  Times have NOT changed in the ways that matter most.

(More accurately, in this play Medea told ‘everyone’ exactly what she was going to do.  She enters the four walls of a house with the butcher knife.  ‘Everyone’ outside the house hears her chasing down her screaming children as she slaughters them one by one.  Because the crime took place hidden inside the walls of the house — it didn’t happen?)

Because of the cultural taboo against believing that women ever grow up — let alone ever grow up to commit heinous crimes through ignorance, neglect and abuse against their own children in their mythical perfect home — let alone that anyone SEE these crimes and hold the women accountable while they intervene to SAVE THE CHILDREN — the entire grimmest of plays plays itself out over and over again right under our very proverbial noses.

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 I know this because it happened to me.  I recently heard the report back from my friend who read all 7 of the volumes (being published in the Mildred’s Mountain series) of my severely abusive severely mentally ill (Borderline Personality Disorder with abusive psychosis) mother.  My friend said that not only can none of the abuse be detected in my mother’s 500,000 words — but that the mental illness does not appear either!!

No, Mother Mildred was entirely capable of hiding her abuse, her mental illness and her psychosis from view — even all these years after her 2003 death as people read her words — because NOBODY wants to know the truth about women!

Women ARE not blithering blathering gorgeous little helpless innocent toys!!  We ARE not innocents!  We do commit crimes against our children because in most cases we CAN!  My mother committed her crimes against me because her madness made her do it, nobody recognized any part of the truth about what was going on, and she was allowed to continue down her merry path.  Did her madness and its corresponding horrific abuse of me NOT exist?

Not exist — why?  Because nobody wanted to break the cultural taboo that continues to tell us that women are PERFECT in the sphere we must still believe is their perfect kingdom – their home?

We better start asking some different kinds of questions or we are not going to solve these invisible, deadly crimes mothers can and do commit from the start of their offspring’s life.  It is those crimes that create MADMEN and MADWOMEN.  I know this as fact.  (Interesting.  WordPress blog’s spellcheck accepts MADMEN and does not accept MADWOMEN.  That tells me a LOT right there!)

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I awoke this morning with a renewed resolve to improve my ability to articulate what I know — which is the same as what I believe — about the subject of how violence and lack of well-being is transmitted not only down the generations but also sideways into the society in which we all reside.

My inability to articulate what I feel is so important will stop troubling me either when I die — or when I figure out how to exactly communicate what I believe is so important.  Being able to articulate what is so important to me means that somehow an interested audience must also be found that is willing to take a look at what I have to say.

The words of ROBIN KARR-MORSE AND DAVID LAWRENCE Jr. speak to me only partially of the truth.  I feel so frustrated with myself that so far I do not have the gift of articulation to present truths such as they did as I presented them in my previous post, +AN IMPORTANT ARTICLE: “Violence and the brain in early childhood development”

They are missing an extremely important point — if not THE most important point!

When they use the term “MADMAN” they neglected to mention that it is just as likely that a “MADWOMAN” will arise in consequence of the early insecure and unsafe relationship conditions that create a “MADMAN.”

It is not likely that a “MADWOMAN” is going to pick up guns to attack innocents in public.  That does not mean that a “MADWOMAN” is not going to create great harm!

In fact, it is some degree of “MADWOMAN” who causes the kind of early relationship harm that these authors so articulately describe.  That they mention the harm without mentioning the cause when it comes to exactly who it is that is responsible for the kind of harmful brain changes in infants that they DO describe — how is it that they are missing this most important part of the story?

What is the societal ignorance that contributes to our refusal to accept the fact that the changes in an infant’s physiological development described by these authors begins with WOMEN?  I happen to know personally what it was like to be raised by a MADWOMAN who was exactly the female version of the MADMAN.

Male physiology, as I mentioned in my comment to my last post, is designed differently (DUH!) from females’.  An ‘evolutionarily altered’ male will attack the wider world because that is what their body is designed by nature to do in worst-case scenarios.

An ‘evolutionarily altered’ female is going to attack within her home and will most harm her own offspring.  That is what the dictates of HER physiology will tell her to do.

Just because we as a society are not willing to look behind the closed doors of what happens within the home does not mean that this is EXACTLY where we are supposed to look.

What is going on in the minds of such articulate, knowledgeable and motivated-for-good writers that they neglect to mention what happens to the FEMALE of our species when early attachment relationship interactions completely FAIL?

These women will perpetrate crimes within their homes against their family.

Because these crimes are ‘hidden’ — and hidden only because we refuse to LOOK for or at them — means that we are STILL missing the truth of ‘the story’ these authors are telling.  We are refusing to admit that women can be criminals within their own home?  We are refusing to admit that when the essential attachment-brain-building experiences an infant needs to not grow up to be a MADWOMAN or a MADMAN a crime has been committed by a MOTHER — who ‘just happens to be’ a woman?

Nobody can solve a mathematical equation if they refuse to look at and consider what lies on the other side of the equal sign.  Equality between men and women means that we must accept ‘the dirt’ as it exists within each half of our species right along with accepting what we WANT to accept.

While I am disappointed in my own lack of ability to smoothly convey in lay terms the complexity of physiological changes that happen to infants raised in the deprivation of malevolent early environments versus the positive development of infants who DO receive what they need within a benevolent environment to live a life of well-being, at least I am willing to think through the entire equation!

Blaming MALES for violence is not right and it’s not fair.

Women commit violence in their homes — against their own children.  Even though we might wish to magically think that women remain the romanticized version of ‘innocents’ in our society so that they cannot be seen as vicious and violent offenders, that thinking belongs in storybooks only.  It is extremely harmful thinking.

Even when a mother ‘innocently’ harms her infant in the ways the above authors describe, her actions might be done out of ignorance but they are still criminal actions.  They have great power to destroy the quality of lives.  Mothers’ actions and inactions toward infants do create the MADMAN just as they create the MADWOMAN.  What is it about our society that we blind ourselves to this fact?

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This article is posted on The Miami Herald website – and copied here for educational purposes only.

Violence and the brain in early childhood development

BY ROBIN KARR-MORSE AND DAVID LAWRENCE Jr. dlawrence@childreadiness.org

Robin Karr-Morse is a therapist in Portland, Ore. and author of “Scared Sick: The Role of Childhood Trauma in Adult Disease” and “Ghosts from the Nursery: Tracing the Roots of Violence.” David Lawrence Jr. is president of The Early Childhood Initiative Foundation and education and community leadership scholar at the University of Miami School of Education and Human Development.

“Though Americans have lived through more than 30 school shootings since Columbine in 1999, few have received extensive coverage in the media.  Until the tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary School, when most Americans thought about violence, they might well have turned to the frequent tragedies of Afghanistan and Iraq.

Understandably, the Newtown massacre of 6- and 7-year-olds generated almost unprecedented anxiety about threats to our own children.  We cannot remember such a level of anxiety and fear in schools and communities and country.If we cannot protect our children — the most vulnerable among us — who are we?

The confluence of madmen and guns is disastrous.  Following each of the major school shootings across the nation, the conversation about firearms and mental instability has filled the media to the point that strangers passing in a grocery store exchange informal remarks on gun control as if they had all just exited a lecture on the topic.  Harder to talk about is the madmen side of the equation.  But this is where the real conversation needs to take place.  Clearly gun control is a critical issue, and we must do all we can to employ adequate background checks and to keep firearms out of the hands of children and emotionally unstable adults.  The common denominator we too often overlook in these events is the pervasive question of “Why” and the central role of the human brain in the answer.

How and why can a baby develop into a vicious killer?  And what can we do about it?

Perhaps the person who answers this most succinctly is Dr. Bruce Perry, director of the Child Trauma Academy in Houston.  He tells us: “It’s not the finger that pulls the trigger; it’s the brain. It’s not the penis that rapes; it’s the brain.”  Violence begins in the brain, and the brain begins in the womb.

All behavior, pro-social or anti-social, is controlled by a physical organ — the brain. That brain is fundamentally built within relationships, beginning with the mother during gestation. Brains are built through stimulation.  Experiences of all kinds literally stimulate electrical connections among brain cells as well as build gray matter in the brain.

The stimulation a baby experiences before birth and in the first years of life shapes the type of brain the child develops.  Those years are simply for developing capacities.  An inadequate or traumatic caregiving relationship is deeply damaging, especially during those early years when the brain is forming chemically and structurally.  That part of the brain that allows the baby to feel connected with another person can be lost or greatly impaired.

A child can emerge lacking the ability to attach or to resonate in any profound way with others, rendering that child emotionally and significantly damaged.  This part of the brain, built primarily through a caregiving relationship, is central to a child’s ability to modulate fear and other emotions.  Absent adequate nurturing by an emotionally competent caregiver, the baby faces an unpredictable tide of unregulated emotions.

To build this critical part of human function requires time and a quality of care that we too often overlook in our culture.  But know that if a baby’s experiences are pathological and steeped in chronic fear early in development, the very capacities that mitigate against violent behavior (including empathy, the capacity for self -regulation of strong emotions and the emotional modulation essential for complex problem-solving) can be lost.

As these children grow into adolescence and adulthood, impulsive and aggressive behaviors are so often the outcomes.  Moreover, genetic proclivities toward mental illness also are exacerbated. Communities inevitably absorb the consequences.  We ignore the root of the problem at our peril.

While earliest development furnishes the greatest moments to do the most to prevent violence in our communities, there will always be children who slip through the cracks.  For children, like the young adult shooter in Newtown who was so clearly estranged and emotionally needy, the mental health system in our country is almost nonexistent.  Meanwhile, the parents of these children are most often left to fend for themselves in trying to get help.

We watched in horror as the Newtown, Conn. story unfolded.  Imagine.  Twenty first-graders massacred in an American school.  Thus, in addition to conversations about gun control and a mandate to renovate and expand mental health services, it is also time for another conversation — that of building healthy brains from the beginning of life, and nurturing and intervening to prevent developing madmen in our midst.  [My note:  Excuse me!  AND MADWOMEN!!!  See my comment at the end of this post.]

We are learning the hard way that mental and physical well-being are inseparable.  Children who are attached and empathic with other people, who can self-regulate strong negative emotions and can use their minds to focus on complex problem-solving won’t be attracted to aggression and violence, or to using guns to maim or massacre and murder other people.

It is time to make the connection.”

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My comment:

Because of the work I am currently engaged in as books of my mother’s writings and one of my own books are being prepared for publication, my eloquence has left me.

I will simply point out that the kinds of unsafe and insecure early attachment circumstances that lead to developmental brain changes affect also all aspects of an infant’s physiological development, including the way their genetic material manifests.

I believe that due to the inherent differences between boys and girls (men and women) the kinds of changes early traumas create find their way into the adult mainstream in differing ways.

Males are predisposed to take their troubles out into the bigger societal sphere while females are geared to wreck havoc on their own children and in the familial environment.

As I have highlighted on this blog many times in the past, it is imperative that we consider such facts as are presented at these blog links:

+Dr. Teicher’s ARTICLE ON TRAUMA ALTERED DEVELOPMENT

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*Notes on Teicher

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Early traumatic attachment histories create what Teicher calls “evolutionarily altered” individuals who have been designed within early malevolent environments to survive in that same kind of environment — for the rest of their life.

When primarily males cause violence that catches mainstream attention, it is exactly to the facts this article and these links present that we MUST look if we wish to consider the troubles that face us realistically.

That these troubles begin in the infant-mother relationship should surprise no one.  That these troubles pass down the generations — and impact wider society should also offer to surprise to anyone, either.

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I want to be on the other side.  I want to be among those whose early beginnings did not punish them for being alive, did not punish them through abuse and trauma for being a child, for things that had nothing to do with them.

I want to be among those whose lives travel backwards through time in a flowing way so that who they are is directly connected to what made sense to them from the time of their beginnings.  Not that every childhood is perfect.  Perfection is not what a person needs to get a ‘good enough’ shot at life so that their very body does not have to remember severe trauma every nearly time a person turns around.

Fortunately for me throughout most of my adulthood I did not really know the truth.  I watched other people.  I figured that anyone could live a life OK if they just did what seemed to be ‘the right thing’ to do.  I didn’t understand anxiety.  I didn’t understand dissociation.  I didn’t understand depression.  I didn’t know that how unsafe and insecure my early beginnings were directly impacted not only the choices I made — but the choices I COULD make.

I want to be on the other side, the side of those who look like winners to me.  Those whose thoughts do not disappear out of their heads when some unforeseen threat tips their ongoing experience of self in their life right over.  When the boat tips.  When it lurches, when it falls apart, when it can’t seem to get righted again.

When there’s something missing and it seems to not have a name.  When every time we try to name it ourself or hear someone else try, we know that something is still missing.  But what?

I think about the early times of my personal research that began in 2004 as I knew that what I suffered from did not HAVE a name.  I studied the complexities of developmental neuroscience.  I studied ‘attachment’ research.  I have not had the luxury of looking the other way, of hopping on a 12-step band wagon and fleeing off into a joint ‘recovery’ future with people who all agree what their problem is — and its solution.

How nice that would be.

And how difficult it is to live life within a body that the experts now know was directly altered in its physiological development through early abuse and trauma.  We have no words for this, no right words.  “Evolutionarily altered” is the best that the best of the scientific experts have to say about what ails us right now.  Live with it.

But I don’t WANT to be this way.  I want to shake it all off.  I want a different body-brain, the kind I would have had should I have ever been anyone’s ‘darling child’ as my five siblings were to my parents.  Take the damage and run with it?  Take the damage and carve out the best life I can?  I’ve done that.  I do that.  But I WANT to be on the other side — to walk away from this kind of a wound-changed body from the inside out, from the top down, that so few understand.

And heaven forbid I ever hear myself complain about myself in my life.  How dare I wish I were different than I am.  And I am not talking about a kind of difference that I have any power to change.  That’s the really hard part.  The ways severe early trauma changed me are profound and permanent.  That’s the legacy of surviving severe child abuse – the legacy nobody wants to hear about.

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Scientists Discover Children’s Cells Living in Mothers’ Brains  – The connection between mother and child is ever deeper than thought

By Robert Martone

Published on the Scientific American website

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Sometimes it seems to me that the future waits for us.  I see this no differently from the fact that when we come into this world as tiny babies a future waits for us – waits until we grow enough to move into that future.  When I see scientific research such as that presented in this article I feel excited for that future of our species.  I believe there are wondrous new things in store for us there.  Personally if it were up to me I would spend all available resources to figure out how to get to that fantastic future ASAP.

Alas, very little is up to me.

My daughter forwarded the link to this article to me this morning.  How amazing!!!!

The following is added to this blog post for educational purposes.  Please click on the above article link to read the original:

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“The link between a mother and child is profound, and new research suggests a physical connection even deeper than anyone thought. The profound psychological and physical bonds shared by the mother and her child begin during gestation when the mother is everything for the developing fetus, supplying warmth and sustenance, while her heartbeat provides a soothing constant rhythm.

 

The physical connection between mother and fetus is provided by the placenta, an organ, built of cells from both the mother and fetus, which serves as a conduit for the exchange of nutrients, gasses, and wastes. Cells may migrate through the placenta between the mother and the fetus, taking up residence in many organs of the body including the lung, thyroid muscle, liver, heart, kidney and skin. These may have a broad range of impacts, from tissue repair and cancer prevention to sparking immune disorders.

 

It is remarkable that it is so common for cells from one individual to integrate into the tissues of another distinct person. We are accustomed to thinking of ourselves as singular autonomous individuals, and these foreign cells seem to belie that notion, and suggest that most people carry remnants of other individuals. As remarkable as this may be, stunning results from a new studyshow that cells from other individuals are also found in the brain. In this study, male cells were found in the brains of women and had been living there, in some cases, for several decades. What impact they may have had is now only a guess, but this study revealed that these cells were less common in the brains of women who had Alzheimer’s disease, suggesting they may be related to the health of the brain.

 

We all consider our bodies to be our own unique being, so the notion that we may harbor cells from other people in our bodies seems strange. Even stranger is the thought that, although we certainly consider our actions and decisions as originating in the activity of our own individual brains, cells from other individuals are living and functioning in that complex structure. However, the mixing of cells from genetically distinct individuals is not at all uncommon. This condition is called chimerism after the fire-breathing Chimera from Greek mythology, a creature that was part serpent part lion and part goat. Naturally occurring chimeras are far less ominous though, and include such creatures as the slime mold and corals.

 

 Microchimerism is the persistent presence of a few genetically distinct cells in an organism. This was first noticed in humans many years ago when cells containing the male “Y” chromosome were found circulating in the blood of women after pregnancy. Since these cells are genetically male, they could not have been the women’s own, but most likely came from their babies during gestation.

 

In this new study, scientists observed that microchimeric cells are not only found circulating in the blood, they are also embedded in the brain. They examined the brains of deceased women for the presence of cells containing the male “Y” chromosome. They found such cells in more than 60 percent of the brains and in multiple brain regions. Since Alzheimer’s disease is more common in women who have had multiple pregnancies, they suspected that the number of fetal cells would be greater in women with AD compared to those who had no evidence for neurological disease. The results were precisely the opposite: there were fewer fetal-derived cells in women with Alzheimer’s. The reasons are unclear.

 

Microchimerism most commonly results from the exchange of cells across the placenta during pregnancy, however there is also evidence that cells may be transferred from mother to infant through nursing. In addition to exchange between mother and fetus, there may be exchange of cells between twins in utero, and there is also the possibility that cells from an older sibling residing in the mother may find their way back across the placenta to a younger sibling during the latter’s gestation. Women may have microchimeric cells both from their mother as well as from their own pregnancies, and there is even evidence for competition between cells from grandmother and infant within the mother.

 

What it is that fetal microchimeric cells do in the mother’s body is unclear, although there are some intriguing possibilities. For example, fetal microchimeric cells are similar to stem cells in that they are able to become a variety of different tissues and may aid in tissue repair. One research group investigating this possibility followed the activity of fetal microchimeric cells in a mother rat after the maternal heart was injured: they discovered that the fetal cells migrated to the maternal heart and differentiated into heart cells helping to repair the damage. In animal studies, microchimeric cells were found in maternal brains where they became nerve cells, suggesting they might be functionally integrated in the brain. It is possible that the same may true of such cells in the human brain.

 

These microchimeric cells may also influence the immune system. A fetal microchimeric cell from a pregnancy is recognized by the mother’s immune system partly as belonging to the mother, since the fetus is genetically half identical to the mother, but partly foreign, due to the father’s genetic contribution. This may “prime” the immune system to be alert for cells that are similar to the self, but with some genetic differences. Cancer cells which arise due to genetic mutations are just such cells, and there are studies which suggest that microchimeric cells may stimulate the immune system to stem the growth of tumors. Many more microchimeric cells are found in the blood of healthy women compared to those with breast cancer, for example, suggesting that microchimeric cells can somehow prevent tumor formation. In other circumstances, the immune system turns against the self, causing significant damage. Microchimerism is more common in patients suffering from Multiple Sclerosis than in their healthy siblings, suggesting chimeric cells may have a detrimental role in this disease, perhaps by setting off an autoimmune attack.

 

This is a burgeoning new field of inquiry with tremendous potential for novel findings as well as for practical applications. But it is also a reminder of our interconnectedness.”

 

 

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Now that I have cleared my mental desktop with the writing of my two previous posts this morning I am going to write the one I WANT to write.  For background I refer to a few earlier writings on this blog –

+NEEDY PEOPLE AND BUMPY CONVERSATIONS (GRICE’S MAXIMS, AGAIN!)

+ENCOURAGING A READ OF THE ADULT ATTACHMENT ASSESSMENT INTERVIEW (protocol link here)

*Attachment Simplified – Organized Secure Attachment – Earned Secure

*Attachment Simplified – Disorganized Insecure Attachment – Cannot Classify

+SIEGEL – ANTICIPATION, TIME AND COHERENCE OF MIND

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I also draw from my simple understanding of the work of Dr. Stephen W. Porges (search for his name with polyvagal theory online for articles) – his recent and upcoming books:

The Polyvagal Theory: Neurophysiological Foundations of Emotions, Attachment, Communication, and Self-regulation (2011)

Clinical Insights from the Polyvagal Theory (Norton Series on Interpersonal Neurobiology) [Kindle Edition] (2014)

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I also refer at a minimum to the writings of Dr. Allan N. Schore as briefly mentioned in this post –

+BEING A PHYSICAL BEING IN AN IMPERFECT WORLD

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Now, talking in context of the critically important work of ‘developmental neuroscientists’ my thinking this morning seems to be taking a slightly different line of approach to what it is that can so powerfully communicate to a newborn and very young infant what the conditions of the world are like as those conditions are communicated to it directly through the interactions the infant has primarily and firstly with its mother.

I understand that an infant is used to the feel of its mother’s motion, the sound of her voice, from birth the continued and ever more clearly defined sound of her, the prosody (music) of her voice, the smell of her, and hopefully even the taste of her.  I understand as Porges certainly specifies that it is the highly evolved ability of humans to communicate through eye-to-eye, face-to-face interactions (as Schore details in his work) that especially builds the rapid-growing infant brain (primarily the right social-emotional regulatory right limbic brain region) in the first months of life.

But today I am thinking about what a mother communicates to her infant through her HANDS.

Porges does a very good job in describing how our polyvagal system connects everything our BODY knows to our brain.  I am thinking this morning about what a massive amount of information the feel of a mother’s hands communicates to her infant.

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There is another stream of related information on this blog I need to refer to here –

+HOOKED ON ‘D’ SMILES – THE HAPPINESS CENTER

I am thinking that just as researchers have discovered that REAL smiles and REAL laughter cannot be faked (DUH!), love, safety and security transmitted to an infant’s body through the hands of its mother (and other caregivers) cannot possibly be faked, either.

Nobody has to TEACH a human being to be able to read the genuineness of a smile or of a laugh, nobody has to teach an infant about the truth of the feel of itself in its mother’s hands.  In fact, nobody HAS to teach these things because it is not POSSIBLE to teach these things.  We know.  We know a great deal, and we know this from at least the instant we are born.

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Now, in my thinking this morning as it is also connected to my earlier post today about being carriers of stories that is intimately combined with our urge to transmit these stories, that how researchers can assess adult degrees of secure/insecure attachment patterns through the specific telling of our life narrative story (according to how coherent or incoherent our telling is) has to do with HANDS in a very direct/indirect way.

If you poke around in those links at the start of this post that have to do with attachment, narrative and Grice’s Maxims of polite conversation you will be able to follow what I am going to say next. 

Because I know that the Adult Attachment Interview (AAI) is the tool designed to assess adult attachment patterns, I know that it is a breach of ‘communication etiquette’ that signifies a person’s life story narrative is broken – in other words, is in need of repair (healing).

So I did my perfunctory online definition scan this morning to look at what ‘polite’ might mean.  When I found that this word did not appear in modern English until the 15^th century I decided to search further.  In following my own train of thought I browsed next through ‘civil’ only to discover that this word has only belonged to the language I speak since the 14^th century.  Not good enough.

So I traveled next in the direction of ‘manners’.  Oh, I LIKE this one!!! 

Some might say it is ‘bad manners’ to say something ‘bad’ about someone else.  Some might say that ‘dirty linen must not be aired in public’ and that ‘skeletons belong hidden in closets’.  Some might say that to tell a story that involves horrific instances of harm, trauma, neglect and abuse is ‘bad manners’, too.

Yet when people cannot tell the true whole story they carry – if there IS trauma in that story its absence in the narration of the story will create a broken story.  These broken story narratives are directly linked to the presence of unsafe and insecure attachment patterns (disorders) in adults.

What fascinates me about using the word MANNERS in relation to Grice’s Maxims is that this word came into English before the 12^th century.  For lay scholars like myself we can’t travel back any further to find what my art therapy professor referred to as ‘the animal image in the word’.

And what IS the animal image in this word, manners?  Look at its origins:  Middle English manere, from Anglo-French, from Vulgar Latin *manuaria, from Latin, feminine of manuarius of the hand, from manus hand — more at manual .

Feminine – of the hand.

Where does civility, civilization, anything we might think of as ‘polite’ begin to be taught to a human being?  In the hands of mothers.  What manner of world is an infant told through the hands of its mother that it has been born into – and thus must adjust all levels of its physiological development to in order to survive?  A safe and secure world?  An unsafe and insecure world?  A world that is full of adequate resources?  A world of scarcity and deprivation?

Take a brief glance at the word ‘cognate’:  To be born, related to kinship.  ‘Cognition’:  To come to know, to become acquainted with.

Communication from its mother’s hands teaches the truth to an infant after it has been born about all it needs to know about the condition of the world.  The story told to her infant through her hands cannot lie.  And most importantly this earliest information transmitted to an infant directly through the hands of its mother travels exactly through the infant’s body to build the infant’s body in response to the message received. 

Safe and secure world = safe and secure attachment = one kind of body-brain is built for life in a benevolent world.  Unsafe and insecure world = unsafe and insecure attachment = a different kind of body-brain is built for life in a malevolent world.  Hands do not lie and a developing body cannot be fooled.

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