Thursday, January 26, 2023

For your own good (A lesson in Psychotherapy)

“I NEED YOUR HELP.” THE CALLER, Stan Walker, was an attorney for the Public Guardian’s office in Cook County, Illinois. I had completed my training in child psychiatry and was now an assistant professor at the University of Chicago, still working at the clinic and running my lab. It was 1990.
“I just inherited a case scheduled to go to trial next week,” he told me, explaining that it was a homicide. A three-year-old girl named Sandy had witnessed the murder of her own mother. Now, almost a year later, the prosecution wanted her to testify about it.
“I’m concerned that this might be pretty overwhelming for her,”
Stan went on, asking if I might be able to help prepare her for court.
“Pretty overwhelming?” I thought sarcastically to myself, “You think so?”
Stan was a Guardian-ad-litem, an attorney appointed by the court to represent children in the legal system. In Cook County (where Chicago is located), the Public Guardian’s Office has a full- time staff to represent children in the Child Protective Services (CPS) system. In almost all other communities this role is played by an appointed attorney who may or may not have experience and training in child law. Cook County had created the full-time positions in the noble hope that if the attorneys worked their cases full time, they could develop experience with children, learn about maltreatment, and thus better serve those they represent.
(Unfortunately, like all other components of the child protective system, the volume of cases was overwhelming and the office was underfunded.) “Who is her therapist?” I asked, thinking that someone familiar to the child would be much better suited to help her prepare.
“She doesn’t have one,” he said. This was disturbing news.
“No therapist? Where is she living?” I asked.
“We don’t really know. She is in foster care but the prosecutor and the Department of Child and Family Services are keeping her location undisclosed because there have been threats against her life. She knew the suspect and identified him for the police. He is in a gang and there is a contract out on her.” This was sounding worse and worse.
“She gave a credible ID at age three?” I asked. I knew that eyewitness testimony is easily challenged in court because of the properties of narrative memory we noted earlier, especially its gaps and the way it tends to “fill in” the “expected.” And from a four-year- old about an event that occurred when she was three? If the prosecutors didn’t have some help, a good defense attorney would easily make Sandy’s testimony appear completely unreliable.
“Well, she knew him,” Stan explained. “She both spontaneously said he did it and later identified him from a photo array.”
I asked if there was any additional evidence, thinking that maybe the little girl’s testimony wouldn’t even be necessary. If there was enough other evidence, perhaps I could help him convince the prosecutor that testifying posed too great a risk of further traumatizing the child.
Stan explained that there was indeed other evidence. In fact, numerous types of physical evidence placed the perpetrator at the scene. Investigators had found the girl’s mother’s blood all over his clothes. Despite having fled the country after committing the crime, the man still had blood on his shoes when he was arrested.
“So why does Sandy have to testify?” I asked. I was already starting to feel pulled to help this child.
“That is part of what we are trying to figure out. We are hoping to have the case postponed until we can either get her testimony by closed-circuit TV or make sure she is ready to testify in court.”
He went on to describe the details of the murder, the girl’s hospitalization due to injuries she’d received during the crime, and her subsequent foster care placements.
As I listened, I debated whether or not to get involved. As usual I was overextended and extremely busy. Plus, I’m uncomfortable in court and I hate lawyers. But the more Stan talked, the more I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The people who were supposed to help this girl—from the Department of Children and Family Services (DCFS) to the justice system—seemed clueless about the effects of trauma on children. I began to feel that she deserved to have at least one person in her life who might not be.
“So, let me go over this again,” I said, “A three-year-old girl witnesses her mother being raped and murdered. She has her own throat cut, twice, and is left for dead. She is alone with her dead mother’s body for eleven hours in their apartment. Then, she’s taken to the hospital and has the wounds on her neck treated. In the hospital, the physicians recommend ongoing mental health evaluation and treatment. But after she’s released, she’s placed in a foster home as a ward of the state. Her CPS caseworker doesn’t think she needs to see a mental health professional. So, despite the doctors’ recommendations, he doesn’t get her any help. For nine months, this child is moved from foster home to foster home with no counseling or psychiatric care whatsoever. And the details of the child’s experiences are never shared with the foster families because she is in hiding. Right?”
“Yeah, I guess all of that is true,” he said, hearing the unmistakable frustration in my voice and how terrible it all sounded when I described the situation so bluntly.
“And now, ten days before a murder trial is scheduled to start, you become aware of the situation?”
“Right,” he admitted, sheepish now.
“When did your office get notified about this girl?” I demanded.
“Actually we opened the case right after this happened.”
“No one in your office thought to ensure that she had some mental health support?”
“We tend to review cases when they come up for their hearings.
We have hundreds of cases apiece.” I wasn’t surprised. The public systems working with high-risk families and children are overwhelmed. Oddly enough, during my years of clinical training in child mental health I had little introduction to the child protective system or to the special education and juvenile justice systems, despite the fact that more than 30 percent of the children coming to our clinics were in one or more of these systems. The compartmentalization of services, training, and points of view was staggering. And, I was learning, very destructive for children.
“When and where can I see her?” I asked. I couldn’t help myself.
I agreed to meet Sandy in an office at the court the next day.
I was somewhat surprised that Stan had called me for help.
Earlier that year he had sent me a “cease and desist” letter. In four long paragraphs I was told that I must immediately provide justification for the use of a medication called clonidine to “control” children at a residential treatment center where I consulted. I provided the psychiatric services for the children at the center. The letter said that if I could not explain what I was up to, I must immediately stop this “experimental” treatment. It was signed by Stan Walker in his official capacity as attorney with the Public Guardian.
After receiving Stan’s letter, I contacted him to explain why I was using this medication and why I believed it would be a mistake to stop. The children at this residential center were among the state’s most difficult cases. More than one hundred boys had been placed in this program after “failing” in foster homes due to severe behavioral and psychiatric problems. Although the facility accepted boys from seven to seventeen, the average child in the facility was a ten-year-old who had lived in ten prior “homes,” meaning that for most of them no fewer than ten parent substitutes had found them unmanageable. Easy to stir up and overwhelm but very difficult to calm down, these children had been a problem for every caregiver, therapist, and teacher they had encountered. Ultimately, they’d get kicked out of foster homes, child care settings, schools, and sometimes even therapy. The final stop was this center.

AFTER REVIEWING THE RECORDS of some 200 boys who were then living at the center or who had been there in the past, I found that every single one of these boys—without exception—had experienced severe trauma or abuse. The vast majority had had at least six major traumatic experiences. All of these children had been born into and raised with chaos, threat, and trauma. They were incubated in terror.
All of them had been evaluated multiple times both prior to and during their stay at the center. Each had been given dozens of different DSM diagnostic labels, primarily attention deficit/hyperactivity disorder, oppositional-defiant disorder, and conduct disorder—just like Tina. But shockingly, very few of these children were viewed as “traumatized” or “stressed;” their trauma wasn’t deemed relevant to diagnosis, much like in Tina’s case.
Despite lengthy histories of domestic violence, repeatedly interrupted familial relationships often including the loss of parents to violent death or disease, physical abuse, sexual abuse, and other overwhelmingly distressing events, few had been diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). PTSD did not even make it into the “differential diagnosis,” a list included in the case report of possible alternative diagnoses with similar symptoms that each clinician considers, then rules out.
Post-traumatic stress disorder was a relatively new concept at the time, having been introduced into the DSM diagnostic system in 1980 to describe a syndrome found in Vietnam veterans who, upon returning from their tours of duty, often experienced anxiety, sleep problems, and intrusive and disturbing “flashback” memories of events that took place during the war. They were frequently jumpy and some responded aggressively to even the most minor signals of threat. Many had terrifying nightmares and reacted to loud noises as though they were gunshots and they were still back in the jungles of Southeast Asia.

During my general psychiatry training, I had worked with vets who suffered from PTSD. Many psychiatrists were, even then, beginning to recognize its prevalence in adults who’d suffered other kinds of traumatic experiences like rape and natural disasters. What struck me especially was that, although the experiences that had scarred adults with PTSD were often relatively brief (usually lasting for a few hours at most), their impact could still be seen in their behavior years—even decades—later. It reminded me of what Seymour Levine had found in those rat pups, where a few minutes of stress could change the brain for life. How much more powerful, I thought, must the impact of a genuinely traumatic experience be for a child! Later, as a general resident in psychiatry, I studied aspects of the stress response systems in vets with PTSD. I and other researchers found that these veterans’ stress response systems were overreactive, what scientists call “sensitized.” This meant that when they were exposed to minor stressors their systems reacted as though they were facing great threat. In some cases the brain systems associated with the stress response had become so active that they eventually “burnt out” and lost their ability to regulate the other functions they would normally mediate. As a result the brain’s capacity to regulate mood, social interactions, and abstract cognition was also compromised.
At the time I was working with the boys at the center, I was continuing to study the development of the stress-related neurotransmitter systems in the lab. I was looking not only at adrenaline and noradrenaline now, but exploring other related systems as well: those using serotonin, dopamine, and the endogenous opioids, which are known as enkephalins and endorphins. Serotonin is probably best known as the site of action for antidepressant medications like Prozac and Zoloft; dopamine is known as a chemical involved with pleasure and motivation involved in the “high” from drugs like cocaine and amphetamine; endogenous opioids are the brain’s natural painkillers and are affected by heroin, morphine, and similar drugs. All of these chemicals play important roles in the response to stress, with adrenaline and noradrenaline preparing the body for fight or flight, and dopamine providing a sense of competence and power to achieve one’s goals. Serotonin’s actions are less easy to characterize, but the opioids are known to soothe, relax, and reduce any pain that may be involved in responding to stress and threat.
After I’d recognized that Tina’s attention and impulsivity-related symptoms were linked to a hyperaroused stress system, I had begun to think that medications that calmed the stress system might help others like her. Clonidine, an old and generally safe medication, had long been used to treat people whose blood pressure was usually normal, but skyrocketed into hypertension when they were under stress. Clonidine helped “quiet” this reactivity down. A preliminary study using this medication had shown that it also helped decrease PTSD-related hyperarousal symptoms in adult combat veterans. Knowing that the physical symptoms many of the boys at the residential treatment center exhibited were consistent with an overactive and overly reactive stress system, I’d decided to try clonidine on them with their guardian’s permission.
And for many, it worked. Within a few weeks of beginning to take the medication, the boys’ resting heart rates had normalized and their sleep improved. Their attention became more focused and their impulsivity was reduced. Even better, the boys’ grades began to improve, as did their social interactions with each other.
To me, of course, this was no surprise. By reducing the overactivity in their stress systems, the medication enabled the boys to be less distracted by signals of threat. This helped them become more attentive to both academic material and ordinary social cues, allowing them to improve their schoolwork and interpersonal skills (see Figure 3, Appendix, for additional details).
I’d explained all of this to Stan Walker after I’d gotten his letter.
To my surprise, he withdrew his objections and asked me to send him some more information about trauma and children.
Unfortunately, as I informed him, there was not much written on the topic at the time. I sent him some of these early reports and some writing I had done myself. Until this call I had not heard back from him.
THE NEXT DAY, AS I PREPARED to meet Sandy, I tried to imagine the crime she’d witnessed from her perspective. Nine months earlier she had been found covered in blood, lying over her murdered mother’s naked body, whimpering incoherently. At the time she was not yet four. How could she go on, day after day, with those images in her mind? How could I possibly prepare her for testimony, and the confrontation of cross-examination, a threatening experience even for adults? What would she be like? I also wondered how she had survived psychologically. How could her mind protect her from these traumatic experiences? And, how could any reasonable person, let alone someone trained to deal with troubled children, not realize that she needed help after what she’d been through? Unfortunately, the prevailing view of children and trauma at the time—one that persists to a large degree to this day—is that “children are resilient.” I recall visiting the scene of a murder around this time with a colleague who had started a trauma response team to help first responders to crime and accident scenes. Police, paramedics and fire fighters often see terrible panoramas of death, mutilation and devastation, and this, of course, can take an awful toll. My colleague was justifiably proud of the services he had put into place to help these professionals.
As we walked through the house where the victim’s blood still soaked the couch and splattered the walls, I saw three young children standing like zombies in the corner.
“What about the children?” I asked, as I nodded my head toward the three blood-speckled witnesses. He glanced at them, thought for a moment, and replied, “Children are resilient. They will be fine.” Still young and respectful of my elders, I nodded my head as if to acknowledge his wisdom, but inside I was screaming.
If anything, children are more vulnerable to trauma than adults; I knew this from Seymour Levine’s work and the work of dozens of others by then. Resilient children are made, not born. The developing brain is most malleable and most sensitive to experience—both good and bad—early in life. (This is why we so easily and rapidly learn language, social nuance, motor skills, and dozens of other things in childhood, and why we speak of “formative” experiences.) Children become resilient as a result of the patterns of stress and of nurturing that they experience early on in life, as we shall see in greater detail later in this book.
Consequently, we are also rapidly and easily transformed by trauma when we are young. Though its effects may not always be visible to the untrained eye, when you know what trauma can do to children, sadly, you begin to see its aftermath everywhere.
At that time my laboratory was studying neurobiological mechanisms, which I knew were related to resilience and vulnerability to stress. We were examining a curious but very important effect of drugs that stimulate the systems I’d been studying in the brain. These effects are called sensitization and tolerance, and they have profound implications for understanding the human mind and its reaction to trauma.
In sensitization, a pattern of stimulus leads to increased sensitivity to future similar stimulus. This is what is seen in the Vietnam veterans and the rats that were genetically oversensitive to stress or became that way because of early exposure to it.
When the brain becomes sensitized, even small stressors can provoke large responses. Tolerance, on the contrary, mutes one’s response to an experience over time. Both factors are important for the functioning of memory: if we didn’t get tolerant to familiar experiences, they would always appear new and potentially overwhelming. The brain would probably run out of storage capacity, like an old computer. Similarly, if we didn’t become increasingly sensitive to certain things, we would not be able to improve how we respond to them.
Curiously, both effects can be achieved with the same amount of the same drug, but you get completely opposite results if the pattern of drug use is different. For example, if a rat, or a human, is given small, frequent doses of drugs like cocaine or heroin that act on the dopamine and opioid systems, the drugs lose their “strength.” This is part of what happens during addiction: the addict becomes tolerant, and so more of the drug is needed to achieve the same “high.” In contrast, if you give an animal the exact same daily quantity of drug, but in large, infrequent doses, the drug actually “gains” strength. In two weeks a dose that caused a mild reaction on day one can actually cause a profound and prolonged overreaction on day fourteen. Sensitization to a drug, in some cases, can lead to seizures and even death, a phenomenon that may be responsible for some otherwise inexplicable drug overdoses. Sadly for people with addiction, their drug craving tends to produce patterns of use that cause tolerance, not sensitization to the “high” that they desire, while simultaneously producing sensitization to certain undesirable effects, like the paranoia associated with cocaine use.
More importantly, for our purposes, resilience or vulnerability to stress depend upon a person’s neural system’s tolerance or sensitization following earlier experience. These effects can also help further explain the difference between stress and trauma, which is important to understand as we consider children like Tina and Sandy. For example, “use it or lose it” is something we hear at the gym with good reason. Inactive muscle gets weak, while active muscle gets stronger. This principle is referred to as “use- dependence.” Similarly, the more a system in the brain is activated, the more that system will build—or maintain—synaptic connections.
The changes—memory of sorts—in muscle occur because patterned, repetitive activity sends a signal to muscle cells that “you will be working at this level” so they make the molecular changes required to do that work easily. In order to change the muscle, however, the repetitions must be patterned. Curling twenty-five pounds thirty times in three closely timed sets of ten curls leads to stronger muscle. If you curl twenty-five pounds thirty times at random intervals during the day, however, the signal to the muscle is inconsistent, chaotic and insufficient to cause the muscle cells to become stronger. Without the pattern the very same repetitions and very same total weight will produce a far less effective result. To create an effective “memory” and increase strength, experience has to be patterned and repetitive.
And so it is with the neurons, neural systems and the brain.
Patterns of experience matter. On a cell-by-cell basis, no other tissue is more suited to change in response to patterned repetitive signals. Indeed, neurons are designed to do just that. It is this molecular gift that allows memory. It produces the synaptic connections that allow us to eat, type, make love, play basketball and do everything else a human being is capable of doing. It is these intricate webs of interconnection that make the brain work.
By forcing either your muscles or your brain to work, however, you do “stress” them. Biological systems exist in balance. In order to function they have to stay within a certain limited range appropriate to their current activity, and it is the brain that is charged with maintaining this essential equilibrium. The actual experience is a stressor; the impact on the system is stress. And so, if you get dehydrated during exercise, for example, that stress will make you thirsty because your brain is trying to drive you to replace the needed fluids. Similarly, when a child learns a new vocabulary word, there is a tiny stress applied to the cortex, which requires repetitive stimulation to create accurate recall. Without the stress, the system wouldn’t know there is something new to attend to. In other words, stress is not always bad.
Indeed, if moderate, predictable and patterned, it is stress that makes a system stronger and more functionally capable. Hence, the stronger muscle in the present is the one that has endured moderate stress in the past. And the same is true for the brain’s stress response systems. Through moderate, predictable challenges our stress response systems are activated moderately.
This makes for a resilient, flexible stress response capacity. The stronger stress response system in the present is the one that has had moderate, patterned stress in the past.
However, that is not the whole story. If you try to bench press 200 pounds on your first trip to the gym, if you do manage to lift the weight at all, you’re not likely to build muscle, but tear it and hurt yourself. The pattern and intensity of experience matter. If a system is overloaded—worked beyond capacity—the result can be profound deterioration, disorganization, and dysfunction whether you are overworking your back muscles at the gym or your brain’s stress networks when confronted with traumatic stress.
This also means that as a result of the strengthening effect of previous moderate and patterned experience, what may be traumatically stressful for one person may be trivial for another.
Just as a body builder can carry weights that untrained people cannot even move, so too can some brains deal with traumatic events that would cripple others. The context, timing and response of others matters profoundly. The death of a parent is far more traumatic for the two-year-old child of a single mother than it is for a fifty-year-old married man with children of his own. In Tina’s case and that of the boys at the center, their experience of stress was far beyond their young systems’ capacities to carry it. Rather than moderate, predictable and strengthening activation of their stress systems, they had suffered unpredictable, prolonged and extreme experiences that had marked their young lives profoundly. I couldn’t see any way that this would not be true for Sandy as well.
BEFORE I MET HER I TRIED TO GET as much background and history on Sandy as I could. I talked with her current foster family, her new caseworker and, ultimately, with members of her extended family. I learned that she had profound sleep problems and was pervasively anxious. I was told that she had an increased startle response. Just like the traumatized Vietnam vets I’d worked with, she would jump at the slightest unexpected noise. She also had episodic periods of daydreaming, during which it was extremely difficult to get her to “snap out of it.” A doctor who saw her without knowing her history might have diagnosed her with the “absence” or “petit mal” form of epilepsy: she was that hard to reach during these episodes.
I also learned that Sandy sometimes had aggressive, tantrum- like outbursts. Her foster family couldn’t find any pattern to these behaviors, couldn’t pinpoint what set them off. But they did report another set of “odd” behaviors: Sandy didn’t want to use silverware. Unsurprisingly, she was especially afraid of knives; but she also refused to drink milk, or even look at milk bottles. When the doorbell rang, she would hide like a skittish cat, sometimes so effectively that it took twenty minutes for her foster parents to find her. She could also be found, on occasion, hiding underneath a bed, behind a couch, in a cabinet under the kitchen sink, rockingand crying.
So much for resilience. Sandy’s startle reaction alone told me that her stress response systems had become sensitized.
Testifying would immerse her in painful reminders of that terrible night. I had to get some sense of whether or not she could tolerate it. Though I didn’t want to, at some point in my initial visit I was going to have to probe her memory a little to see how she would react. But I comforted myself with the knowledge that a little pain now could help protect her from a lot of pain later, and might even help her begin the healing process.
I FIRST MET SANDY IN A SMALL room housed in a typical, sterile government building. It had been set up to be “child-friendly” with some child-size furniture, toys, crayons, coloring books, and paper.
A few cartoon figures had been painted on the walls, but “system” still screamed out from the tile floors and cinder-block construction.
When I walked in, Sandy was sitting on the floor with some dolls around her. She was coloring. What first struck me, as it had when I first met Tina, was how small she was. I guessed she stood a bit less than four feet tall. She had huge, liquid brown eyes and long, thick, curly brown hair. On her neck were visible scars on both sides, from her ears to the middle of her throat. But they were much less noticeable than I had imagined they might be; the plastic surgeons had done a good job. As I walked in with Stan she stopped everything and stared at me, frozen.
Stan introduced me. “Sandy, this is the doctor I told you about.
He is going to talk with you, OK?” he asked anxiously. She didn’t move, not one millimeter. There was no change in her wary expression. In response Stan looked at me and back at her, gave a big smile and said in his best cheerful, kindergarten-teacher voice,
“OK. Good. Well, I will leave you two together.” As he walked out I looked at him like he was nuts, surprised by how he’d dismissed Sandy’s lack of response to his question. When I looked back at Sandy her face wore the same expression that mine did. I shook my head, shrugged my shoulders, and gave a little smile. As if in a mirror, Sandy did the same.
Aha! A connection! This was a good start, I thought. Don’t let it slip away. I knew if I walked toward this tiny girl—I’m pretty big— her sensitized alarm response would go crazy. Her surroundings were already unfamiliar enough—new adults, new place, new situation—I needed her to stay as calm as possible.
“I want to color some too.” I said without looking at her. I wanted to be as predictable as possible and let her know what I was going to do step by step. No sudden moves. Make yourself smaller, I thought, get on the floor. Don’t look at her, don’t face her, use slow deliberate movements as you color. I sat down on the floor, a few feet away. I tried to make my voice as soothing and calm as possible.
“I really like red. This should be a red car,” I said, pointing at a picture in my coloring book.
Sandy studied my face, my hands, and my slow movements.
She was only partly attentive to my words. This little girl was justifiably suspicious. For a long time I colored alone, chattering about my choices of colors, being as casual and friendly as possible without being overly “bright” as Stan had been when he tried to mask his anxiety. Eventually, Sandy broke the rhythm by moving a bit closer toward me and silently directing me to use a specific color. I complied. Once she came over to me, I stopped talking. For many minutes more we colored together in silence.
I had yet to ask her about what had happened, but I could sense that she knew that was why I was there—and that she knew that I knew she knew. All of the adults in her “new” life had sooner or later, in some way, returned her to that night.
“What happened to your neck?” I asked, pointing to her two scars. She acted as if she did not hear me. She did not change her expression. She did not change the pace of her coloring.
I repeated the question. Now, she froze. Coloring stopped. Her eyes stared off into space, unblinking. I asked again. She took her crayon and scribbled over her well-formed, disciplined picture but gave no response.
Again, I asked. I hated this. I knew I was pushing her toward her painful memories.
Sandy stood up, grabbed a stuffed rabbit, held it by the ears and slashed at the neck of the animal with the crayon. As she slashed, she repeated, “It’s for your own good, dude.” Over and over—a stuck recording. She threw the animal to the floor, ran to the radiator, and climbed up and jumped off again and again. She did not respond to my warnings to be careful. Worried that she would hurt herself, I rose and caught her on one of her jumps. She melted into my arms. We sat together for a few more minutes. Her frenzied breathing slowed and then almost stopped.
And then, in a slow, robotic monotone she told me about that night.
An acquaintance of her mother had come to their apartment. He had rung the doorbell and her mother had let him in. “Mama was yelling, the bad guy was hurting her,” she said. “I should have killed him.”
“When I came out of my room and Mama was asleep, then he cut me,” she continued, “He said, ‘It’s for your own good, dude.’”
The assailant had cut her throat—twice. Sandy immediately collapsed. Later, she regained consciousness and attempted to “wake up” her mother. She took milk from the refrigerator and gagged when she tried to drink some. It oozed through the slit in her throat. She tried to give some to her mother, but “she was not thirsty,” Sandy told me. Sandy wandered that apartment for eleven hours before anyone came. A relative, worried that Sandy’s mother had not answered the phone, had dropped by and discovered the horrifying crime scene.
BY THE END OF THAT INTERVIEW I was certain that testifying would be devastating for Sandy. She needed help and, if she did have to testify, more time to prepare. Stan would work successfully, as it turned out, to postpone the trial. “Could you do the therapy?” he asked me. Of course. I couldn’t say no.
THE IMAGES OF SANDY BURNED into my mind during that interview were staggering: a three-year-old child, her throat cut, weeping, trying to comfort and also seeking comfort from her naked mother’s hog-tied, bloody, and ultimately cold body. How helpless, confused, and terrified she must have felt! Her symptoms —her “absences,” her avoidant responses to my questions, her hiding, her specific fears—were defenses constructed by her brain to keep the trauma at bay. Understanding those defenses would be critical to helping her and other children like her. Even in utero and after birth, for every moment of every day, our brain is processing the nonstop set of incoming signals from our senses. Sight, sound, touch, smell, taste—all of the raw sensory data that will result in these sensations enter the lower parts of the brain and begin a multistage process of being categorized, compared to previously stored patterns, and ultimately, if necessary, acted upon.
In many cases the pattern of incoming signals is so repetitive, so familiar, so safe, and the memory template that this pattern matches is so deeply engrained, that your brain essentially ignores them. This is a form of tolerance called habituation.
We ignore familiar patterns in ordinary contexts, so much so that we forget large portions of our days, which are spent doing routine things like brushing our teeth or getting dressed.
We’ll remember if a familiar pattern occurs out of context, however. For example, you might be on a camping trip, brushing your teeth as the sun comes up. The beauty of the moment is so powerful that you will remember this one time as unique. Emotions are powerful markers of context. The pleasure and joy of the sunrise in this instance is unusual in the “brushing teeth” memory template, so it makes it more vivid and memorable.
Similarly, if you happen to be brushing your teeth when an earthquake destroys your home, those events may become forever connected in your mind and recalled together. Negative emotions often make things even more memorable than positive ones because recalling things that are threatening—and avoiding those situations in the future if possible—is often critical to survival. A mouse that didn’t learn to avoid the scent of cats after one bad experience, for example, would not be a mouse likely to produce many offspring. As a result, however, such associations can become the source of trauma-related symptoms. For an earthquake survivor who was brushing her teeth when the house collapsed around her, simply seeing a toothbrush might be enough to provoke a full-fledged fear response.
In Sandy’s case, milk, once associated with nurturing and nutrition, now became the stuff that spilled from her throat, that her mother “refused” as she lay dead. Silverware was now no longer something used to eat your food, but rather something that killed and maimed and horrified. And doorbells—well, that was what had started the whole thing: the ringing of the doorbell had announced the arrival of the killer.
For her these mundane and ordinary things had become evocative cues that kept her in a state of continual fear. This, of course, confused her foster parents and her teachers, who didn’t know the details of what had happened to her and therefore often couldn’t recognize what might be prompting her strange behavior.
They couldn’t understand why she would be so sweet one moment and then impulsive, defiant, and aggressive the next. The outbursts seemed disconnected from any event or interaction that the adults could identify. But both the seeming unpredictability and the nature of her behaviors made complete sense. Her brain was trying to protect her based upon what it had previously learned about the world.
The brain is always comparing current incoming patterns with previously stored templates and associations. This matching process takes place initially in the lowest, simplest parts of the brain, where, as you may recall, the neural systems involved in responding to threat originate. As the information moves upward from this first stage of processing, the brain has opportunities to take a second look at the data for more complex consideration and integration. But at first all it wants to know is: Does this incoming data potentially suggest danger? If the experience is familiar and known as safe, the brain’s stress system will not be activated. However, if the incoming information is initially unfamiliar, new, or strange, the brain instantly begins a stress response. How extensively these stress systems are activated is related to how threatening the situation appears.
It’s important to understand that our default is set at suspicion, not acceptance. At a minimum, when faced with a new and unknown pattern of activity, we become more alert. The brain’s goal at this point is to get more information, to examine the situation and determine just how dangerous it might be. Since humans have always been the deadliest animal encountered by other humans, we closely monitor nonverbal signals of human menace, such as tone of voice, facial expression, and body language.
Upon further evaluation, our brain may recognize that the new pattern of activation has been caused by something familiar, but out of context. For example, if you are in the library reading and someone drops a heavy book on a table, the loud noise will immediately make you stop reading. You will activate your arousal response, focus on the source of the noise, categorize it as a safe, familiar accident—perhaps annoying, but nothing to worry about. If, on the other hand, you hear a loud noise in the library, turn and discover that other people around you seem alarmed, then look up and see a man with a gun, your brain would move from arousal to alarm and probably then into full-blown fear. If in a few minutes, you learn that this was a bad student prank, your brain would slowly move back down this arousal continuum toward a state of calm.
The fear response is graded, calibrated by the brain’s perceived level of threat (see Figure 3, Appendix). As you become increasingly frightened, the threat systems in your brain continue to integrate incoming information and orchestrate a total body response aimed at keeping you alive. To that end an impressive set of interacting neural and hormonal systems work together to make sure your brain and the rest of your body do the right things.
First, your brain makes you stop thinking about irrelevant things by shutting down the chatter of the frontal cortex. Then, it focuses on cues from others around you to help you determine who might protect or threaten you, by letting the limbic system’s “social cue reading” systems take over. Your heart rate increases to get blood to your muscles in case you need to fight or flee. Your muscle tone also increases and sensations like hunger are put aside. In thousands of different ways your brain prepares to protect you.
When we are calm it is easy to live in our cortex, using the highest capacities of our brains to contemplate abstractions, make plans, dream of the future, read. But if something attracts our attention and intrudes on our thoughts, we become more vigilant and concrete, shifting the balance of our brain activity to subcortical areas to heighten our senses in order to detect threats.
As we move up the arousal continuum toward fear, then, we necessarily rely on lower and faster brain regions. In complete panic, for example, our responses are reflexive and under virtually no conscious control. Fear quite literally makes us dumber, a property that allows faster reactions in short periods of time and helps immediate survival. But fear can become maladaptive if it is sustained; the threat system becomes sensitized to keep us in this state constantly. This “hyperarousal” response accounted for many of Sandy’s symptoms.
But not all of them. The brain doesn’t have just one set of adaptations for threat. In the situation Sandy faced she was so small and so powerless and the threat she experienced so overwhelming, that she was unable to fight or flee. If her brain had responded by raising her heart rate and preparing her muscles for action, that would only have made her more likely to bleed to death when she was injured. Amazingly, our brains have a set of adaptations for these kinds of situations as well, which accounts for another important set of trauma-related symptoms, known as “dissociative” responses.
Dissociation is a very primitive reaction: the earliest life forms (and the youngest members of higher species) can rarely escape dire situations under their own steam. Their only possible response to being attacked or hurt, then, is essentially to curl up, to make themselves as small as possible, to cry for help and hope for a miracle. This response appears to be driven by the most primitive brain systems, located in the brainstem and immediately surrounding it. For infants and young children, incapable of or ineffective at fighting or fleeing, a dissociative response to extreme stressors is common. It is also more common in females than males and, if prolonged, dissociation is connected with increased odds for post-traumatic stress symptoms.
During dissociation, the brain prepares the body for injury. Blood is shunted away from the limbs and the heart rate slows to reduce blood loss from wounds. A flood of endogenous opioids—the brain’s natural heroin-like substances—is released, killing pain, producing calm and a sense of psychological distance from what is happening.
Like the hyperarousal response, the dissociative response is graded and occurs on a continuum. Ordinary states like daydreaming and transitions between sleep and wakefulness are mild forms of dissociation. Hypnotic trance is another example. In extreme dissociative experiences, however, the person becomes completely focused inward and disconnected from reality. Brain regions that dominate thinking shift from planning action to concerning themselves with brute survival. There is a sense that time has slowed and what’s happening isn’t “real.” Breathing slows.
Pain and even fear shut down. People often report feeling emotionless and numb, as though they are watching what’s happening to them affect a character in a movie.
In most traumatic experiences, however, not one but a combination of these two major responses occurs. Indeed, in many cases a moderate dissociation during a traumatic event can modulate the intensity and duration of the hyperarousal response.
The capacity to become “numb” and partially robotic during combat, for example, allows the soldier to continue to function effectively without panic. But in some cases one pattern or the other predominates. And if these patterns are activated repeatedly long enough, due to the intensity, duration, or pattern of the trauma, there will be “use-dependent” changes in the neural systems that mediate these responses. The result is that these systems can become overactive and sensitized, leading to a host of emotional, behavioral, and cognitive problems long after the traumatic event is over.We have come to understand that many post-traumatic psychiatric symptoms, in fact, are related to either dissociative or hyperarousal responses to memories of the trauma. These responses can help people survive immediate trauma, but if they persist, they can cause serious problems in other areas of life down the road.
There are few better examples of trauma-related problems than what I saw in those boys at the residential center. The impact of trauma—and the frequent misinterpretation of its symptoms— revealed itself in the fact that nearly every one of them had some kind of diagnosis related to attention and conduct problems. In a classroom setting, unfortunately, both dissociation and hyperarousal responses look remarkably like attention deficit disorder, hyperactivity, or oppositional-defiant disorder. Dissociated children quite obviously are not paying attention: they seem to be daydreaming or “spacing out,” rather than focusing on schoolwork, and indeed, they have tuned out the world around them.
Hyperaroused youth can look hyperactive or inattentive because what they are attending to is the teacher’s tone of voice or the other children’s body language, not the content of their lessons.
The aggression and impulsivity that the fight or flight response provokes can also appear as defiance or opposition, when in fact it is the remnants of a response to some prior traumatic situation that the child has somehow been prompted to recall. The “freezing” response that the body makes when stressed—sudden immobility, like a deer caught in the headlights—is also often misinterpreted as defiant refusal by teachers because, when it occurs, the child literally cannot respond to commands. While not all ADD, hyperactivity, and oppositional-defiant disorder are trauma-related,it is likely that the symptoms that lead to these diagnoses are trauma-related more often than anyone has begun to suspect.
THE FIRST TIME I MET SANDY FOR therapy it was in the foyer of a church. Still in a form of witness protection, she had to be protected from the killer’s fellow gang members, who could not be arrested because they hadn’t directly taken part in the crime. So we met in unusual places at atypical times. Often, this turned out to be Sundays at a church. She was there with her foster parents. I greeted them. Sandy recognized me, but did not smile.
I brought her foster mother into the room where we were to hold the session, a preschool classroom. Then, I took some crayons and paper and lay down on the carpet to color. In a minute or two Sandy came over and joined me on the floor. I looked over to the foster mother and said, “Sandy, Mrs. Sally* is going to go to church while we play. Is that OK?”
She didn’t look up, but said, “OK.”
We sat on the floor and colored in silence. For ten minutes our play was just like the initial visit in the court. Then, it changed.
Sandy stopped coloring. She took the crayon from my hand, pulled at my arm and tugged at my shoulder to make me lay face down on the floor.
“What game is this?” I asked playfully.
“No. Don’t talk,” she said. She was deadly serious and forceful.
She had me bend my knees and put my arms behind my back, as if I was hog-tied. And then, the reenactment took place. For the next forty minutes, she wandered the classroom, muttering things, only some of which I heard.“This is good. You can eat this,” she said, coming over to me with plastic vegetables and opening my mouth to try to feed me.
Then, she brought a blanket over to cover me. During that initial therapy session she would approach me, lay on me, shake me, open my mouth and my eyes, and then leave again to find something in the room, almost always returning with a toy or another object. She did not reenact her own assault, and for the rest of the time I worked with her she never did fully reenact it, but she frequently said, “For your own good, dude,” as she walked around.
While she did this, I had to do exactly what she wanted: don’t talk, don’t move, don’t interfere, don’t stop. She needed to have total control while she performed this reenactment. And that control, I began to recognize, would be critical to helping her heal.
AFTER ALL, ONE OF THE DEFINING elements of a traumatic experience—particularly one that is so traumatic that one dissociates because there is no other way to escape from it—is a complete loss of control and a sense of utter powerlessness. As a result, regaining control is an important aspect of coping with traumatic stress. This can be seen vividly in the classic research on a phenomenon that has come to be known as “learned helplessness.” Martin Seligman and his colleagues at the University of Pennsylvania created this experimental paradigm in which two animals (in this case, rats) are housed in separate but adjacent cages. In one of these cages, each time the rat presses a lever to obtain food, it is first given an electric shock. This is, of course, stressful for the rat, but over time, recognizing that it will receive food after the shock, it adjusts and becomes tolerant. The rat knows that the only time it will be shocked is when it presses the lever, so it has some level of control over the situation. As we’ve discussed, over time, a predictable and controllable stressor actually causes less “stress” on the system while tolerance increases.
But in the second cage, while the rat can press the bar to receive food just like the rat in the first cage does, this one gets shocked when the other rat presses the lever. In other words, the second rat has no idea when it will be shocked and no control over the situation. This rat becomes sensitized to the stress, not habituated to it. In both rats major changes can be seen in the stress systems of their brains: healthy changes in the case of the rats with control over the stress, and deterioration and dysregulation in the others. The animals that don’t have control over the shock often develop ulcers, lose weight, and have compromised immune systems that actually make them more susceptible to disease. Sadly, even when the situation is changed so that they can control the shock, animals that have been placed in a situation without control for long enough become too frightened to explore the cage to figure out how to help themselves. The same kind of demoralization and resignation can often be seen in humans who become depressed, and research increasingly links the risk of depression to the number of uncontrollable stressful events people experience during their childhood. Unsurprisingly, PTSD is frequently accompanied by depression.
As a result of the link between control and habituation, and between lack of control and sensitization, recovery from trauma requires that the victim return to a situation that is predictable and safe. Our brains are naturally pulled to make sense of trauma in away that allows us to become tolerant to it, to mentally shift the traumatic experience from one in which we are completely helpless to one in which we have some mastery.
That’s what Sandy was doing in her reenactment behavior. She controlled our interactions in a way that allowed her to “titrate” the degree of stress during the sessions. Like a doctor balancing desired effects and side effects of a drug by choosing the right dose, Sandy regulated her exposure to the stress of her reenactment play. Her brain was pulling her to create a more tolerable pattern of stress, a more predictable experience that she could put in its place and leave behind. Her brain was trying, through reenactment, to make the trauma into something predictable, and, hopefully, ultimately boring. Pattern and repetition are the key to this. Patterned, repetitive stimuli lead to tolerance, while chaotic, infrequent signals produce sensitization.
To restore its equilibrium, the brain tries to quiet our sensitized, trauma-related memories by pushing us to have repetitive, small “doses” of recall. It seeks to make a sensitized system develop tolerance. And, in many cases, this works. In the immediate aftermath of a distressing or traumatic event we have intrusive thoughts: we keep thinking about what happened, we dream about it, we find ourselves thinking about it when we don’t want to, we often tell and retell the event to trusted friends or loved ones.
Children will reenact the events in play, drawings, and their daily interactions. The more intense and overwhelming the experience, however, the harder it becomes to “desensitize” all of the trauma- related memories.
In her reenactments with me, Sandy was attempting to develop tolerance to her terrible traumatic memories. She had control of these reenactments; this control let her modulate her own level of distress. If it became too intense she could redirect our play, and that’s what she often did. I did not try to interfere with the process or push her to recall anything after that first time, when I had to do it for the evaluation.
In the first months of our work together each session would start the same way: silently. She would reach up for my hand and lead me to the middle of the room, pull me down and gesture. I would lay down and curl myself into the hog-tied position. She would explore the room, coming back and forth to me. Finally she would come and lay on my back. She would start to hum quietly and rock.
I knew better by then not to talk or change position. I let her have the total control she needed. It was heartbreaking.
The responses of traumatized children are often misinterpreted.
This even happened to Sandy at some points in foster care.
Because new situations are inherently stressful, and because youth who have been through trauma often come from homes in which chaos and unpredictability appear “normal” to them, they may respond with fear to what is actually a calm and safe situation.
Attempting to take control of what they believe is the inevitable return of chaos, they appear to “provoke” it in order to make things feel more comfortable and predictable. Thus, the “honeymoon” period in foster care will end as the child behaves defiantly and destructively in order to prompt familiar screaming and harsh discipline. Like everyone else, they feel more comfortable with what is “familiar.” As one family therapist famously put it, we tend to prefer the “certainty of misery to the misery of uncertainty.” This response to trauma can often cause serious problems for children when it is misunderstood by their caretakers.Fortunately, in this case I was able to educate those who worked with Sandy about what to expect and how to respond to it.
But still, outside of therapy, at first her sleep, anxiety, and behavioral problems persisted. Her resting heart rate was over 120, extremely high for a girl her age. Despite occasional profound dissociative behaviors, she was likely to appear “tuned up” and hypervigilant—similar, in some ways, to the boys I was seeing in the residential center. I discussed the potential positive effects of clonidine with her foster family, her caseworker, and with Stan.
They agreed that we should try it and, indeed, her sleep soon improved and the frequency, intensity, and duration of her meltdowns decreased. She started to be easier to live with and to teach, at home as well as in her preschool classroom.
Our therapy continued as well. After about a dozen sessions she started to change the position in which she wanted me to lie.
No more being hog-tied; now I would lie on my side. The same ritual took place. She explored the room, always coming back to my body lying in the middle of the floor and bringing me the things she collected. She would still hold my head to try to feed me. And then she’d lie down on me, rocking, humming fragments of tunes, sometimes stopping as if frozen. Sometimes, she would cry.
Throughout this part of the session, usually about forty minutes, I would remain silent.
But over time, little by little, she transformed her reenactment.
She did less muttering and exploring and spent more time rocking and humming. Finally, after many months of having me lie on the floor, as I started to walk to the middle of the room to lay down, she took my hand and led me to a rocking chair instead. She had me sit. She walked over to the bookcase, pulled down a book, and crawled into my lap. “Read me a story,” she said. And as I started she said, “Rock.” Thereafter, Sandy sat in my lap and we rocked and read books.
It was not a cure, but it was a good start. And even though she had to go through an awful custody battle as her biological father, her maternal grandmother, and her foster family fought for custody of her, I’m pleased to say that ultimately, Sandy did all right. Her progress was slow but steady, especially after the custody case was resolved in favor of the foster family, with whom she spent the rest of her childhood. Sometimes, she struggled, but mostly she did amazingly well. She made friends, got good grades, and was notably kind and nurturing in her interactions with others. Often, years would go by and I wouldn’t hear anything about her. But frequently, I thought about Sandy and what she had taught me in our work together. As I write this I am pleased to say that only months ago I received an update. She is doing well. Because of the circumstances of her case I cannot reveal any further details.
Suffice it to say, she’s having the kind of satisfying and productive life we had all wanted for her. Nothing could make me happier.

Commentary

Today, no one would argue that a three-year-old who witnessed the death of her mother, was slashed and left for dead, then placed in foster care is not at risk for suffering lasting psychological damage. While, thankfully, most children have the capacity to recover, the data suggesting that severe early life stress can have a lifelong impact has only continued to accumulate since this book was first published. So too has our understanding of the role of sensitization and tolerance in trauma and healing. These are two key processes that alter critical stress response networks in the brain. Sensitization amps up the baseline activity and reactivity of these systems, while tolerance dampens down stress response reactivity. (See Figure 6 at the end of this commentary.) Importantly, there are certain patterns of activation that lead to sensitization and can cause problems, while other patterns lead to tolerance and can build resilience. Neuroscientists have been studying these phenomena for over 50 years. Their relevance to experiences like drug use, addiction, and pain management have long been obvious, but ten years ago, their importance in understanding the effects of childhood trauma was only beginning to be recognized. Today, the neurobiology of sensitization and tolerance has taught us a great deal about the crucial roles of pattern and predictability in the development and regulation of our stress response systems. Early life experience sets the template for later life responses—this is true of our stress responses, not just our memories. Changing the average level of activity in stress systems and their responsiveness or reactivity during development can have profound and lingering effects. The key point here is that some patterns of experience make these systems become more easily activated and more prone to reacting even to small changes—while other patterns help allow these systems to respond more smoothly and with less likelihood of over-reaction. Thus, the decades of neuroscience research that suggest how these mechanisms work can account not only for how and why symptoms can result from potentially traumatic experiences but can also give us essential clues to the healing process. One of the major advances in the clinical arena over the last ten years is the understanding that some forms of developmental experience—for instance, food and housing insecurity, racial or cultural marginalization, and other stresses often associated with poverty—can result in physiological, emotional, social, and cognitive symptoms similar to those seen following extreme traumatic events, including physical or sexual abuse or exposure to domestic violence. This has led some in the field to refer to big “T” trauma versus little “t” trauma; we don’t use that language but appreciate the point being made. We prefer to think of both capital “T” and small “t” as examples of “sensitizing” patterns of stress response activation that would result in predictable changes throughout the brain and body.In neuroscience studies, you can create a sensitized stress response by simply creating uncontrollable, unpredictable exposure to small stressors, which, if experienced only once or twice or if their timing was known in advance, would not be likely to be traumatic for typical people. Many of us have had real-life experience with this, for example, in a workplace where a supervisor is unpredictably shaming, then supportive, then angry. Over time, in this situation, many employees become will become sensitized to the boss’s moods and experience anxiety, intrusive thoughts and worries, particularly a desire to avoid dealing with the person. These are all classic PTSD symptoms, though a bad boss rarely will be awful enough to cause a full-fledged case in an adult with no history of developmental adversity. This same sensitization—often described as “walking on eggshells”—can happen with foster or adoptive parents when the behaviors of the child are, to the carers, completely unpredictable. Obviously, a child’s tantrum is not considered a “traumatic” event on the scale of witnessing a shooting, yet over time the physiological and psychological effects of many small, uncontrollable stresses can be very similar to those we associate with more extreme experiences. The pattern and context of stress system activation—i.e., whether it is controllable or not, whether it occurs predictably or not —is as important as the intensity of the activation, and can sometimes be more so. In the real world, this means that a child of color living in poverty with no exposure to abuse, domestic violence, or other overt “trauma” can develop “trauma-related” problems that look just like those seen in a child who witnessed a shooting or lived through a natural disaster. And, if children like this also have exposure to overt major trauma such as community violence, their problems will be compounded. To explore this further, let’s briefly review the features of the patterns of stress activation that can lead to a less sensitive, less reactive stress response capacity. As we’ve seen, the majority of physical, emotional, behavioral, social, and cognitive problems related to developmental trauma can be linked to changes in the pervasive, widely-distributed neural networks involved in responding to stressors. We’ve seen as well that neural networks are “plastic”—capable of changing. So what does research in the area of neuroplasticity tell us about how to change these systems? The first and primary principle of neuroplasticity is that in order to intentionally modify—in any way—a specific neural network, we must first “activate” (or, in some cases “deactivate”) that specific neural network. This of course seems obvious; in order to learn how to play the piano, one must sit at the piano and play. Reading a book or watching a YouTube video about playing piano won’t change the specific neural networks responsible for piano playing. Your time at the piano may benefit from what you can learn in a book or video, but you will not create or modify the widely- distributed neural network that allows “piano playing” unless you activate it fully by actually tickling the ivories. The same is true for traumatic memory and the sensitized stress response networks that are yoked to the complex, widely- distributed trauma reaction that follows the traumatic event. For Sandy, her set of trauma memories were reinforced and strengthened each time an evocative cue activated this chain: for example, when she did something as simple as drink milk. The vast majority of these activations for the first years following her mother’s murder were unpredictable to her because she didn’t know when to expect them. As a result, her stress response systems became more and more sensitized, and she often experienced an extreme and prolonged response. And as a result of that, she got worse. A major challenge of doing therapy when trauma and sensitized stress responses are involved is that the principle of specificity has to be applied in order to change the sensitized stress response systems; healing involves the process of “revisiting” and “reactivating” very painful experiences in some way. The key to effective healing and therapeutic work is paying attention to the three essential elements of the resilience-building and healing pattern of stress activation. These are predictability, controllability, and moderation. What we’ve learned about these factors since we first wrote this book relates back to the concept of “dosing.” What is a moderate dose of revisiting a trauma and reactivating a chain of traumatic memory? Who determines what is moderate? Should it be the clinician who asks the child to recount the traumatic event—or the child? When we ask a child to come to our office once a week for a 50- minute dose of revisiting, doesn’t that, in itself, take control away from him or her? Can we create safe and regulated settings for children to control the dose, space, and pattern of their healing journeys? In Sandy’s case, during our therapy, she could go back to these dark times, spend some moments living with the pain of the reactivated trauma memory—but she also could control her own disengagement, so she could regulate herself before revisiting the experience.She controlled what parts of that experience she would reactivate and reenact—this provided controllability. She also decided for herself how long she would stay there—this controlled the dosage. She determined how much time would pass before she would revisit those experiences, which controlled the spacing of the experience. In our sessions, she allowed herself to activate some component of her pervasive trauma memory, and then created controllable, predictable, and moderate activation of her sensitized stress response systems. Over time, this led to a less reactive system, a shift in symptoms, and some degree of healing. We cannot emphasize enough how important it is for traumatized children to be given the most possible control, predictability, and ability to moderate the timing, duration, and intensity of their experiences. They need these elements to be maximized, not just in therapy—but in the rest of their lives, particularly places where they spend a lot of time, like school. To become resilient, children need environments where they feel safe and comfortable, and know what to expect so that their sensitized, overreactive stress systems can gradually become calmer, and more “smoothly” regulated. (The chart below illustrates the key principles here).
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Tuesday, January 24, 2023

Resolving Selenium error for WebDriver and Chrome Browser version mismatch (Jan 2023)

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You can resolve this error by downloading a Web Driver whose version number matches with the version number of the Chrome Browser.

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Tina's World (A Lesson in Psychotherapy)

 TINA WAS MY FIRST CHILD PATIENT, just seven years old when I met her. She sat in the waiting room of the University of Chicago child psychiatry clinic: tiny and fragile, huddled with her mother and siblings, unsure what to expect from her new doctor. As I led her to my office and shut the door, it was hard to tell which one of us was more nervous: the three-foot-tall African-American girl with meticulously neat braids or the six-foot-two white guy with the long mane of unruly curls. Tina sat on my couch for a minute, checking me out, looking me up and down. Then, she walked across the room, crawled into my lap and snuggled in.

I was touched. Gosh, what a nice thing to do. What a sweet child. Stupid me. She shifted slightly and moved her hand to my crotch and tried to open my zipper. I was no longer anxious. Now, I was sad. I took her hand, moved it from my thighs, and carefully lifted her off my lap.
The morning before I first met with Tina I read through her “chart”—one small sheet of paper with minimal information taken during a phone interview with our intake worker. Tina lived with her mother, Sara, and two younger siblings. Sara had called the child psychiatry clinic because her daughter’s school had insisted that she get her evaluated. Tina had been “aggressive and inappropriate” with her classmates. She’d exposed herself, attacked other children, used sexual language, and tried to get them to engage in sex play. She didn’t pay attention in class and often refused to follow directions.
The most relevant history the chart contained was that Tina had been abused for a two-year period that started when she was four and ended when she was six. The perpetrator was a sixteen-year- old boy, her babysitter’s son. He had molested both Tina and her younger brother, Michael, while their mother was at work. Tina’s mom was single. Poor, but no longer on public assistance, at the time Sara worked a minimum wage job at a convenience store to support her family. The only childcare she could afford was an informal arrangement with her next-door neighbor. That neighbor, unfortunately, often left the children with her son so she could run errands. And her son was sick. He tied the children up and raped them, sodomized them with foreign objects, and threatened to kill them if they told. Finally, his mother caught him and put a stop to the abuse.
Sara never let her neighbor care for her children again, but the damage had been done. (The boy was prosecuted; he went to therapy, not jail.) Here we were, one year later. The daughter had serious problems, the mother had no resources, and I didn’t know squat about abused children.
“Here. Let’s go color,” I said gently as I took her from my lap.
She seemed upset. Had she displeased me? Would I get angry? She anxiously studied my face with her dark brown eyes, watching my movements, listening to my voice for some nonverbal cue to help her make sense of this interaction. My behavior didn’t fit with her internal catalog of previous experiences with men. She had only known men as sexual predators: no loving father, no supportive grandfather, no kind uncle or protective older brother had touched her life. The only adult males she’d met were her mother’s often inappropriate boyfriends and her own abuser.
Experience had taught her that men wanted sex, either from her or her mother. So quite logically from her perspective, she assumed that’s what I wanted as well.
What should I do? How do you change behaviors or beliefs, locked into place from years of experience, with one hour of therapy a week? None of my experience and training had prepared me for this little girl. I didn’t understand her. Did she interact with everyone as though they wanted sex from her, even women and girls? Was this the only way she knew how to make friends? Was her aggressive and impulsive behavior at school related to this? Did she think I was rejecting her—and how might that affect her? It was 1987. I was a fellow in Child and Adolescent Psychiatry at the University of Chicago, just starting the final two years of some of the best medical training in the country. I’d had almost a dozen years of postgraduate training. I was an MD, a PhD, and had finished three years as a medical and general psychiatry resident. I ran a basic neuroscience research laboratory that studied the stress response systems in the brain. I had learned all about brain cells and brain systems and their complex networks and chemistry.
I had spent years trying to understand the human mind. And after all that time all I could think to do was this: I sat down with Tina at a small table set up in my office and handed her a set of crayons and a coloring book. She opened it up and paged through. “Can I color in this?” she asked softly, clearly unsure what to do in this strange situation.“Sure,” I told her.
“Should I make her dress blue or red?” I asked Tina.
“Red.”
“OK.” 
She held up her colored page for my approval, “Very nice,” I said. She smiled. For the next forty minutes we sat on the floor, side by side, coloring quietly, reaching over to borrow crayons, showing our progress to each other and trying to get used to being in the same space with a stranger. When the session was over, I walked Tina back to the clinic waiting area. Her mother was holding a young infant and talking to her four-year-old son. Sara thanked me and we set up another appointment for the next week.
As they left I knew I needed to talk to a supervisor with more experience, one who could help me figure out how to help this little girl.
Supervision in mental health training is a misleading term. When I was a medical intern learning to put in a central line, or run a code, or draw blood, there were older, more experienced physicians present to instruct, scold, assist, and teach me. I often received immediate—usually negative—feedback. And while it was true that we followed the model “watch one, do one, teach one,” a more senior, experienced clinician was always close by to help during any interactions with patients.
Not so for psychiatry. As a trainee, when I was with a patient, or a patient and her family, I was almost always working alone. After meeting with the patient—sometimes multiple times—I discussed the case with my supervisor. During training, a child psychiatry fellow will typically have several supervisors for clinical work. Often I would present the same child or issue to multiple supervisors to gather their different impressions and gain from their multiple, hopefully complementary, insights. It is an interesting process that has some remarkable strengths but also has some clear deficiencies, which I was about to discover.
I presented Tina’s case to my first supervisor, Dr. Robert Stine.

He was young, serious, intellectual, and in training to become a psychoanalyst. He maintained a full beard and wore what seemed like the exact same outfit every day: a black suit, a black tie, and a white shirt. He seemed a lot smarter than me. He used psychiatric jargon with ease: “the maternal introject,” “object relations,”
“counter-transference,” “oral fixation.” And whenever he did, I’d look him in the eyes and try to look appropriately serious and thoughtful, nodding as if what he was saying was clearing things up for me: “Ah, yes. OK. Well, I’ll keep that in mind.” But really I was thinking, “What the hell is he talking about?”
I gave a short but formal presentation, describing Tina’s symptoms, history, family, and the complaints from her school, as well as detailing the key elements of my first visit with her. Dr. Stine took notes. When I finished he said, “Well, what do you think she has?”
I had no clue. “I’m not sure,” I stalled. Medical training teaches a young physician to act much less ignorant than he or she really is.
And I was ignorant. Dr. Stine sensed this and suggested we use the diagnostic guide for psychiatric disorders, the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual (DSM).
At that point, it was the DSM III. Every ten years or so it is revised to include updates in research and new ideas about disorders. This process is guided by objective principles but is very susceptible to sociopolitical and other nonscientific processes. For example, homosexuality was once considered a “disorder” in the DSM and now it is not. But the main problem with the DSM—to this day—is that it is a catalog of disorders based on lists of symptoms.
It is kind of like a computer manual written by a committee with no knowledge of the machine’s actual hardware or software, a manual that attempts to determine the cause of and cure for the computer’s problems by asking you to consider the sounds it makes. As I knew from my own research and training, the systems in that “machine”—in this case, the human brain—are very complex. As a result it seemed to me that the same “output” might be caused by any number of different problems within it. But the DSM doesn’t account for this.
“SO SHE IS INATTENTIVE, a discipline problem, impulsive, noncompliant, defiant, oppositional, and has problems with her peers. She meets diagnostic criteria for Attention Deficit Disorder and oppositional defiant disorder,” Dr. Stine prompted.
“Yeah, I guess so,” I said. But it didn’t feel right to me. Tina was experiencing something more or something different than what was described by those diagnostic labels. I knew from my research on the brain that the systems involved in controlling and focusing our attention were especially complex. I also knew that there were many environmental and genetic factors that could influence them.
Wasn’t labeling Tina “defiant” misleading, given that her “noncompliance” was likely a result of her victimization? What about the confusion that made her think that sexual behavior with adults and peers in public is normal? What about her speech and language delays? And if she did have Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD), might the sexual abuse be important in understanding how to treat someone like her? I didn’t raise these questions, though. I just looked at Dr. Stine and nodded as if I was absorbing what he was teaching me.
“Go read up on psychopharmacology for ADD. We can talk more about this next week,” he advised.
I left Dr. Stine feeling confused and disappointed. Is this what being a child psychiatrist was like? I had been trained as a general (adult) psychiatrist and was familiar with the limitations of supervision, and with the limitations of our diagnostic approach, but I was not at all familiar with the pervasive problems of the children I was seeing. They were socially marginalized, developmentally delayed, profoundly damaged, and sent to our clinic so we could “fix” things that to me didn’t seem fixable with the tools we had at our disposal. How could a few hours a month and a prescription change Tina’s outlook and behavior? Did Dr. Stine really believe that Ritalin or some other ADD drug would solve this girl’s problems? Fortunately, I had another supervisor as well: a wise and wonderful man, a true giant in the field of psychiatry, Dr. Jarl Dyrud.
Like me, he was from North Dakota, and we hit it off immediately.
Like Dr. Stine, Dr. Dyrud was trained in the analytic method. Yet he also had years of real-life experience trying to understand and help people. He had let that experience, not just Freud’s theories, mold his perspective.
He listened carefully as I described Tina. When I finished, he smiled at me and said, “Did you enjoy coloring with her?”
I thought for a minute and said, “Yeah. I did. ”Dr. Dyrud said, “Very nice start. So tell me more.” I started to list Tina’s symptoms, the complaints the adults had about her behaviors.
“No, no. Tell me about her. Not about her symptoms.”
“What do you mean?”
“Where does she live? What is her apartment like, when does she go to sleep, what does she do during the day? Tell me about her.”
I admitted that I didn’t know any of that information. “Spend some time getting to know her—not her symptoms. Find out about her life,” he advised.
For the next few sessions, Tina and I spent time coloring or playing simple games and talking about what she liked to do.
When I ask children like Tina what they want to be when they grow up, they often respond with “If I grow up,” because they’ve seen so much real-life death and violence at home and in their neighborhoods that reaching adulthood seems uncertain. In our conversations, sometimes Tina would tell me that she wanted to be a teacher, and other times she said she wanted to be a hairdresser, all with the perfectly ordinary, rapidly changing desires of a girl of her age. But as we discussed specifics of these various goals, it took some time before I was able to help her recognize that the future can be something you plan for, something you can predict and even change, rather than a series of unforeseen events that just happen to you.
I also talked to her mother about her behavior in school and at home and found out more about her life. There was, of course, the daily routine of school. After school, unfortunately, there were often several hours between the time Tina and her younger brother came home and the time Sara got off from work. Sara had her children call her to check in, and there were neighbors nearby they could contact in an emergency, but she didn’t want to risk more caregiver abuse. So the children stayed home alone, usually watching TV. And sometimes, Sara admitted, because of what they’d both been through, there was sexualized play.
Sara was far from a neglectful mother, but working to feed three young children often left her exhausted, overwhelmed, and demoralized. Any parent would have been hard-pressed to cope with the emotional needs of these traumatized children. The family had little time to play or just be together. As in many financially strapped homes, there was always some pressing need, an economic or medical or emotional emergency, that required immediate attention to avoid complete disaster, such as homelessness or job loss or overwhelming debt.
AS MY WORK WITH TINA CONTINUED, Sara always smiled when she first saw me. The hour that Tina had therapy was one time in her week when she didn’t have to do anything more than be with her other children. Tina would run down to my office while I took a moment to goof with her little brother (he was in therapy as well, but with someone else at a different time) and smile at the baby.
When I was sure they were settled in with something to occupy them in the waiting area, I’d rejoin Tina, who would be sitting at her little chair waiting for me.
“What should we do today?” she would ask, looking at the games, coloring books, and toys she had pulled from my shelves and put on the table. I would pretend to think hard while she’d look at me with anticipation.
My eyes would fix on a game on the table and I would say,
“Mmm. How about let’s play Operation?” She would laugh, “Yes!”
She guided our play. I slowly introduced new concepts, like waiting and thinking before deciding what to do next. Occasionally she would spontaneously share some fact or some hope or some fear with me. I would ask questions to get some clarity. Then she would redirect the interaction back to play. And week by week, bit by bit, I got to know Tina.
Later that fall, however, Tina was late to therapy for several weeks in a row. Because appointments were only an hour, this sometimes meant we would only have twenty minutes for our sessions. I made the mistake of mentioning this to Dr. Stine during an update on the case. He raised his eyebrows and stared at me.
He seemed disappointed.
“What do you think is going on here?”
“I’m not sure. I think the mom seems pretty overwhelmed.”
“You must interpret the resistance.”
“Ah. OK.” What the hell is he talking about? Is he suggesting that Tina doesn’t want to come to therapy and is somehow forcing her mother to be late? “You mean Tina’s resistance or the mom’s?”
I asked.
“The mother left these children in harm’s way. She may be resentful that this child is getting your attention. She may want her to remain damaged,” he said.
“Oh,” I responded, not sure what to think. I knew that analysts often interpreted lateness to therapy as a sign of “resistance” to change, but that was beginning to seem absurd, especially in this case. The idea left no room for genuine happenstance and seemed to go out of its way to blame people like Tina’s mom, who, as far as I could tell, did everything possible to get help for Tina. It was clearly difficult for her to get to the clinic. To get to the medical center, she had to take three different buses, which often ran late during the brutal Chicago winter; she had no childcare so she had to bring all her children; sometimes she had to borrow money for the bus fare. It seemed to me she was doing the best she could in an extremely difficult situation.
Shortly thereafter, as I left the building one frozen night, I saw Tina and her family waiting for the bus home. They were standing in the dark and snow was slowly falling through the dim light of a nearby streetlight. Sara was holding the baby and Tina was sitting on the bench next to her brother under the heat lamp of the bus stop. The two siblings sat close to each other, holding hands and slowly rocking their legs back and forth. Their feet didn’t reach the ground and they kept time with each other, in sync. It was 6:45. Icy cold. They would not be home for another hour at least. I pulled my car over, out of sight, and watched them, hoping the bus would come quickly.
I felt guilty watching them from my warm car. I thought I should give them a ride. But the field of psychiatry is very attentive to boundaries. There are supposed to be unbreachable walls between patient and doctor, strict borderlines that clearly define the relationship in lives that often otherwise lack such structure. The rule usually made sense to me, but like many therapeutic notions that had been developed in work with neurotic middle-class adults, it didn’t seem to fit here.
Finally, the bus came. I felt relieved.
The next week, I waited a long time after our session before going to my car. I tried to tell myself that I was doing paperwork, but really I didn’t want to see the family standing in the cold again. I couldn’t stop wondering about what could be wrong with the simple humane act of giving someone a ride home when it was cold out.
Could it really interfere with the therapeutic process? I went back and forth, but my heart kept coming down on the side of kindness.
A sincere, kind act, it seemed to me, could have more therapeutic impact than any artificial, emotionally regulated stance that so often characterizes “therapy.”
It was full winter in Chicago now and bitterly, bitterly cold. I ultimately told myself that if I saw the family again, I’d give them a ride. It was the right thing to do. And one night in December as I left work and drove by the bus stop, there they were. I offered them a ride. Sara declined at first, saying she had to stop at the grocery store on her way. In for a penny in for a pound, I thought. I offered to drive them to the store. After some more hesitation, she agreed and they all piled into my Toyota Corolla.
Miles away from the medical center, Sara pointed to a corner store and I stopped there. Holding her sleeping baby, she looked at me, unsure whether to take all the children into the store with her.
“Here. I’ll hold the baby. We’ll wait here,” I said decisively.
She was in the store for about ten minutes. We listened to the radio. Tina sang along with the music. I was just praying the baby wouldn’t wake up. I slowly rocked her, mimicking the rhythm that Tina’s mother had used. Sara came out of the store with two heavy bags.
“Take these back there and don’t touch anything,” she said to Tina, putting the bags on the back seat.
When we arrived at her building, I watched as Sara struggled to get out of the car and walk through the unshoveled snow on the sidewalk, juggling the baby, her purse and a bag of groceries. Tina tried to carry the other bag of groceries, but it was too heavy for her and she slipped in the snow. I opened my door and got out, taking one bag from Tina and the other one from Sara.
“No. We can manage,” she protested.
“I know you can. But tonight I can help.” She looked at me, not sure how to deal with this. I sensed her trying to understand if this was kindness or something sinister. She seemed embarrassed. I felt embarrassed. But it still seemed right to help.
We all walked up three flights of stairs to their apartment. Tina’s mother got out her keys and opened three locks all without disturbing her sleeping baby. How difficult this mother’s life was, I thought, all alone caring for three children, no money, only episodic and often tedious work, no extended family nearby. I stood at the threshold of the door with the bags in my arms, not wanting to intrude.
“You can just put those on the table,” Sara said as she walked to the back of the one-room apartment to put the baby down on a mattress against the wall. In two steps I was at the kitchen table. I put the bags down and glanced around the room. There was one couch facing a color television and a small coffee table with a few cups and dirty dishes on it. On a small table with three unmatched chairs near the kitchenette, there was a loaf of Wonderbread and a jar of peanut butter. One double mattress sat on the floor, with blankets and pillows neatly folded at one end. Clothes and newspapers were scattered around. A picture of Martin Luther King Jr. hung on the wall, and next to it on either side were brightly colored school portraits of Tina and her brother. On another wall hung a picture of Sara and the baby, slightly crooked. The apartment was warm.
Sara stood and awkwardly said, “Thanks again for the ride,” and I assured her it had been no trouble. The moment was very uncomfortable. As I walked out the door and said, “See you all next week,” Tina waved. She and her toddler brother were putting the groceries away.
They were better behaved than many children I’d seen in much better circumstances; it seemed to me that they had to be.
The drive home took me through some of the poorest neighborhoods in Chicago. I felt guilty. Guilty about the luck, the opportunities, the resources, and the gifts I had been given, guilty about all of the times I had complained about working too much, or not getting credit for something I had done. I also felt I knew much more about Tina. She had grown up in a world so very different from mine. And somehow that had to be related to the problems that brought her to see me. I didn’t know exactly what it was, but I knew there was something important about how the world she grew up and lived in had shaped her emotional, behavioral, social, and physical health.
AFTERWARDS, OF COURSE, I WAS afraid to tell anyone what I’d done, that I’d driven a patient and her family home. Worse yet, that I had stopped at the store on the way and helped bring in some groceries. But part of me didn’t care. I knew I’d done the right thing. You just don’t let a young mother with two young children and a baby stand in the cold like that.
I waited two weeks and then, when I next met with Dr. Dyrud, I told him. “I saw them waiting for a bus and it was cold. So I gave them a ride home,” I said nervously, scanning his face for his reaction, just like Tina had done with me. He laughed as I slowly told him about the extent of my transgression.
When I’d finished, he clapped his hands together, saying,
“Great! We should do a home visit with all of our patients.” He smiled and sat back. “Tell me all about it.”
I was shocked. In an instant Dr. Dyrud’s smile and the delight on his face released me from two weeks of nagging guilt. When he asked what I’d learned I told him that one moment in that tiny apartment had told me more about the challenges facing Tina and her family than I could ever have learned from any on-site session or interview.
Later in that first year of my child psychiatry fellowship, Sara and her family moved to an apartment closer to the medical center, one twenty-minute bus ride away. The lateness ceased. No more “resistance.” We continued to meet once a week.
DR. DYRUD’S WISDOM AND MENTORSHIP continued to be liberating for me. Like other teachers, clinicians, and researchers who had inspired me, he encouraged exploration, curiosity, and reflection, but, most importantly, gave me the courage to challenge existing beliefs. Taking bits and pieces from each of my mentors, I began to develop a therapeutic approach that sought to explain emotional and behavioral problems as symptoms of dysfunction within the brain.
In 1987 child psychiatry had not yet embraced the neurosciences. In fact, the vast expansion of research on the brain and brain development that began in the 1980s and exploded in the 1990s (“the decade of the brain”) had yet to occur, let alone influence clinical practice. Instead, there was active opposition by many psychologists and psychiatrists to taking a biological perspective on human behavior. Such an approach was considered mechanistic and dehumanizing, as though reducing behavior to biological correlates automatically meant that everything was caused by genes, leaving no room for free will and creativity, and no way to consider environmental factors like poverty. Evolutionary ideas were seen as even worse, as backwards racist and sexist theories that rationalized the status quo and reduced human action to animal drives.
Since I was just starting out within child psychiatry, I didn’t yet trust my own capacity to think independently, to process and interpret accurately what I was seeing. How could my thoughts about this be right when none of the other established psychiatrists, the stars, my mentors, were talking about or teaching about these things? Fortunately, Dr. Dyrud and several of my other mentors encouraged my tendency to fold neuroscience into my clinical thinking about Tina and other patients. What was going on in Tina’s brain? What was different about her brain that made her more impulsive and inattentive than other girls her age? What had happened in her rapidly developing brain when she had suffered these abnormal, sexualized experiences as a toddler? Did the stress of poverty affect her? And why did she have speech and language delays? Dr. Dyrud used to point to his head as he said,
“The answer is in there somewhere.”
My introduction to neuroscience had started during my freshman year in college. My first college advisor, Dr. Seymour Levine, a world-famous neuroendocrinologist, had conducted pioneering work on the impact of stress during early life on the development of the brain, which had shaped all of my subsequent thinking. His work helped me see how early influences can literally leave imprints on the brain that last a lifetime.
Levine had done a series of experiments examining the development of important stress-related hormone systems in rats.
His group’s work demonstrated that the biology and function of these important systems could be altered dramatically by brief periods of stress during early life. Biology isn’t just genes playing out some unalterable script. It is sensitive to the world around it, as evolutionary theories predicted. In some of the experiments the duration of the stress was only minutes long, involving just a few moments of human handling of rat pups (baby rats), which is highly stressful for them. But this very brief stressful experience, at a key time in the development of the brain, resulted in alterations in stress hormone systems that lasted into adulthood.
From the moment I started my formal education in the field, then, I was aware of the transformative impact of early life experiences. This became a template against which I compared all subsequent concepts.
Frequently, while at the lab, my thoughts would turn to Tina and the other children with whom I was working. I would force myself to work the problem: What do I know? What information is missing? Can I see any connections between what was known and what was not known? Was seeing me making any difference in the lives of these children? As I thought about my patients, I also considered their symptoms: Why these particular problems in this particular child? What could help change them? Could their behavior be explained by anything that I and other scientists in my field were learning about how the brain works? For example, could studying the neurobiology of attachment—the connection between parent and child—help solve problems between a mother and her son? Could Freudian ideas like transference—where a patient projects his feelings about his parents into other relationships, particularly the one he has with his therapist—be explained by examining the function of the brain? There had to be some link, I thought. Just because we couldn’t describe it or yet understand it, there just had to be a correlation between what went on in the brain and every human phenomenon and symptom. After all, the human brain is the organ that mediates all emotion, thought, and behavior. In contrast to other specialized organs in the human body, such as the heart, lungs, and pancreas, the brain is responsible for thousands of complex functions. When you have a good idea, fall in love, fall down the stairs, gasp when walking up stairs, melt at the smile of your child, laugh at a joke, get hungry, and feel full—all of those experiences and all your responses to these experiences are mediated by your brain. So it followed that Tina’s struggles with speech and language, attention, impulsivity, and healthy relationships also had to involve her brain.
But what part of her brain? Could understanding this help me treat her more effectively? Which of Tina’s brain regions, neural networks, neurotransmitter systems were poorly regulated, underdeveloped, or disorganized, and how could this information help me with Tina’s therapy? To answer these questions I had to start with what I already knew.

THE BRAIN’S REMARKABLE FUNCTIONAL capabilities come from an equally remarkable set of structures. There are eighty-six billion neurons (brain cells), and for each neuron there are also equally important support cells, called glia. During development—from the first stirrings in the womb to early adulthood—all of these complicated cells (and there are many different types) must be organized into specialized networks. This results in countless intricately interconnected and highly specialized systems. These chains and webs of connected neurons create the varied architecture of the brain. For our purposes there are four major parts of the brain: the brainstem, the diencephalon, the limbic system, and the cortex.
The brain is organized from the inside out, like a house with increasingly complicated additions built on an old foundation. The lower and most central regions of the brainstem and the diencephalon are the simplest. They evolved first, and they develop first as a child grows. As you move upward and outward, things get increasingly more complex with the limbic system. The cortex is more intricate still, the crowning achievement of brain architecture. We share similar organization of our lowest brain regions with creatures as primitive as lizards, while the middle regions are similar to those found in mammals like cats and dogs.
The outer areas we share only with other primates, like monkeys and the great apes. The most uniquely human part of the brain is the frontal cortex, but even this shares 96 percent of its organization with that of a chimpanzee! Our four brain areas are organized in a hierarchical fashion: bottom to top, inside to outside. A good way to picture it is with a little stack of dollar bills—say five. Fold them in half, place them on your palm and make a hitchhiker’s fist with your thumb pointing out. Now, turn your fist in a “thumbs down” orientation. Your thumb represents the brainstem, the tip of your thumb being where the spinal cord merges into the brainstem; the fatty part of your thumb would be the diencephalon; the folded dollars inside your fist, covered by your fingers and hand, would be the limbic system; and your fingers and hand, which surround the bills, represent the cortex. When you look at the human brain, the limbic system is completely internal; you cannot see it from the outside, just like those dollar bills. Your little finger, which is now oriented to be the top and front, represents the frontal cortex.
While interconnected, each of these four main areas controls a separate set of functions. The brainstem, for example, mediates our core regulatory functions such as body temperature, heart rate, respiration, and blood pressure. The diencephalon and the limbic system handle emotional responses that guide our behavior, like fear, hatred, love, and joy. The very top part of the brain, the cortex, regulates the most complex and highly human functions such as speech and language, abstract thinking, planning, and deliberate decision making. All of them work in concert, like a symphony orchestra, so while there are individualized capacities, no one system is wholly responsible for the sound of the “music” you actually hear.
Tina’s symptoms suggested abnormalities in almost all of the parts of her brain. She had sleep and attention problems (brainstem), difficulties with fine motor control and coordination (diencephalon and cortex), clear social and relational delays and deficits (limbic and cortex), and speech and language problems (cortex).
This pervasive distribution of problems was a very important clue. My research—and the research of hundreds of others— indicated that all of Tina’s problems could be related to one key set of neural systems, the ones involved in helping humans cope with stress and threat. Coincidentally, those were exactly the systems I was studying in the lab.
These systems were “suspect” to me for two main reasons. The first was that myriad studies in humans and animals had documented the role these systems play in arousal, sleep, attention, appetite, mood, impulse regulation—basically all of the areas in which Tina had major problems. The second reason was that these important networks originate in the lower parts of the brain and send direct connections to all of the other areas of the brain. This architecture allows a unique role for these systems.
They are capable of integrating and orchestrating signals and information from all of our senses and throughout the brain. This capacity is necessary to effectively respond to threat: if, for example, a predator may be lurking, an animal needs to be able to respond just as quickly to his scent or sound as to actually seeing him.
Additionally, the stress response systems are among only a handful of neural systems in the brain that, if poorly regulated or abnormal, can cause dysfunction in all four of the main brain areas —just like what I was seeing with Tina. The basic neuroscience work I’d been doing for years had involved examining the details of how these systems worked. In the brain, neurons transmit messages from one cell to the next by using chemical messengers called neurotransmitters that are released at specialized neuron-to-neuron connections called synapses. These chemical messengers fit only into certain, correctly shaped receptors on the next neuron, in the same way that only the right key will fit into the lock on your front door.
Synaptic connections, at once astoundingly complex and yet elegantly simple, create chains of neuron-to-neuron-to-neuron networks that allow all of the many functions of the brain, including thought, feeling, motion, sensation, and perception. This also allows drugs to affect us, because most psychoactive medications work like copied keys, fitting into the locks meant to be opened by particular neurotransmitters and fooling the brain into opening or closing their doors.
I had done my doctoral research in neuropharmacology in the lab of Dr. David U’Prichard, who had trained with Dr. Solomon Snyder, a pioneering neuroscientist and psychiatrist. (Dr. Snyder’s group was famous for, among many other things, finding the receptor at which opiate drugs like heroin and morphine act.) When I worked with Dr. U’Prichard, I did research on the norepinephrine (also known as noradrenaline) and epinephrine (also known as adrenaline) systems. These neurotransmitters are involved in stress. The classic “fight or flight” response begins in a central clump of norepinephrine neurons known as the locus coeruleus (“blue spot,” named for its color). These neurons send signals to virtually every other important part of the brain and help it respond to stressful situations. Some of my work with Dr. U’Prichard involved two different strains of rats, which were animals of the same species that had some slight genetic differences. These rats looked and acted exactly the same in ordinary situations, but even the most moderate stress would cause one type to break down. Under calm conditions, these rats could learn mazes, but give them the tiniest stress, and they would unravel and forget everything. The other rats were unaffected. When we examined their brains, we found that early in the development of the stress-reactive rats, there was over-activity in their adrenaline and noradrenaline systems. This small change led to a great cascade of abnormalities in receptor number, sensitivity, and function across many brain areas, and ultimately altered their ability to respond properly to stress for a lifetime.
I had no evidence that Tina was genetically “oversensitive” to stress. I did know, however, that the threat and the painful sexual assaults Tina experienced had, no doubt, resulted in repetitive and intense activation of her threat-mediating stress response neural systems. I recalled Levine’s work that had shown that just a few minutes of stressful experience early in life could change a rat’s stress response forever. Tina’s abuse had gone on much longer— she’d been assaulted at least once a week for two years—and that had been compounded by the stress of living in a constant state of crisis with a family that was often on the economic edge. It occurred to me that if both genes and environment could produce similar dysfunctional symptoms, the effect of a stressful environment on a person already genetically sensitive to stress would probably be magnified.
And as I continued to work both with Tina and in the lab, I came to believe that in Tina’s case the repeated activation of her stress response systems from a trauma endured at a young age, when her brain was still developing, had probably caused a cascade of altered receptors, sensitivity, and dysfunction throughout her brain, similar to the one I observed in animal models. Consequently, I started to think Tina’s symptoms were the result of developmental trauma. Her attention and impulse problems might be due to a change in the organization of her stress response neural networks, a change that might have once helped her cope with her abuse, but was now causing her aggressive behavior and inattention to her class work in school.
It made sense: a person with an overactive stress system would pay close attention to the faces of people like teachers and classmates, where threat might lurk, but not to benign things like classroom lessons. A heightened awareness of potential threat might also make someone like Tina prone to fighting, as she would be looking everywhere for signs that someone might be about to attack her again, likely causing her to overreact to the smallest potential signals of aggression. This seemed a much more plausible explanation for Tina’s problems than assuming that her attention problems were coincidental and unrelated to the abuse.
I looked back through her chart and saw that upon her first visit to the clinic her heart rate had been 112 beats per minute. A normal heart rate for a girl of that age should have been below 100. An elevated heart rate can be an indication of a persistently activated stress response, which was more evidence for my idea that her problems were a direct result of her brain’s response to the abuse. If I had to give Tina a label now, it wouldn’t be ADD, but rather post-traumatic stress disorder, PTSD.

OVER THE THREE YEARS I worked with Tina, I was delighted and relieved by her apparent progress. There were no more reports of “inappropriate” behavior at school. She was doing her homework, going to class, and no longer fighting with other children. Her speech had improved; most of her problems had been related to the fact that she was so soft spoken that teachers and even her mother often couldn’t hear her well enough to understand her, let alone correct her pronunciation. As she learned to speak up and was spoken to more often, thereby receiving the repeated corrective feedback she needed, she caught up.
She had also rapidly become more attentive and less impulsive, so rapidly in fact that I didn’t even discuss medication with my supervisors after that initial conversation with Dr. Stine.
Tina guided our play during our sessions, but I used every opportunity to teach her lessons that would help her feel more confident out in the world and help her behave more appropriately and rationally. We initially learn impulse control and decision making from those around us, sometimes from explicit lessons, sometimes by example. Tina, however, lived in an environment where neither explicit nor implicit lessons were taught. Everyone around her just reacted to what happened to them, and so that’s what she did, too. Our meetings offered her the undivided attention she craved and our games taught her some of the lessons she had missed. For example, when I first began my work with Tina she hadn’t understood the concept of taking turns. She couldn’t wait to start things; she acted and reacted without thinking. In the simple games that we played, I modeled more appropriate behavior and repeatedly taught her to pause before doing the first thing that popped into her head. Based on her excellent progress in school, I truly believed I’d helped her.
UNFORTUNATELY, HOWEVER, TWO weeks before I left the clinic to start a new job, now ten-year-old Tina was caught performing fellatio on an older boy at school. What I’d taught her, it seemed, was not to change her behavior, but to better hide her sexualized activity and other problems from adults and to control her impulses in order to avoid getting in trouble. On the surface she could make others think she was behaving appropriately, but inside, she had not overcome her trauma.
I WAS DISAPPOINTED AND CONFUSED upon hearing this news. I had tried so hard, and she had really seemed to be getting better.
It was difficult to accept that what seemed to be a positive therapeutic effort had been so hollow. What had happened? Or more importantly, what didn’t happen in our work to help change her? I kept thinking about the effects Tina’s early childhood trauma and her unstable home life could have had on her brain. And soon I realized that I needed to expand my view of clinical mental health work. The answers to my failed, inefficient treatment for Tina—and to the big questions in child psychiatry—were in how the brain works, how the brain develops, how the brain makes sense of and organizes the world. Not in the brain as it has been caricatured as a rigid, genetically preset system that sometimes requires medication to adjust “imbalances,” but in the brain in all its complexity. Not in the brain as a seething complex of unconscious “resistance” and “defiance,” but in the brain as it evolved to respond to a complex social world. A brain, in short, that had genetic predispositions that were shaped by evolution to be exquisitely sensitive to the people who surrounded it.
Tina did learn to better regulate her stress system; her improved impulse control seemed to be good evidence of this. But Tina’s most troubling problems had to do with her distorted and unhealthy sexual behaviors. I realized that some of her symptoms could be fixed by changing her overreactive stress response, yet that would not erase her memory. I began to think that memory was what I needed to understand before I could do better.
So, what is memory, really? Most of us think about it in relation to names, faces, phone numbers, but it is much more than that. It is a basic property of biological systems. Memory is the capacity to carry forward in time some element of an experience. Even muscles have memory, as you can see by the changes in them that result from exercise. Most importantly, however, memory is what the brain does, how it composes us and allows our past to help determine our future. In no small part memory makes us who we are and in Tina’s case, her memories of sexual abuse were a large part of what stood in her way.
Tina’s precocious and oversexualized interactions with males clearly stemmed from her abuse. I began considering memory and how the brain creates “associations” when two patterns of neural activity occur simultaneously and repetitively. For example, if the neural activity caused by the visual image of a fire truck and that caused by the sound of a siren co-occur repetitively, these once- separate neural chains (visual and sound related-neural networks) will create new synaptic connections and become a single, interconnected network. Once this new set of connections between visual and auditory networks is created, merely stimulating one part of the network (for example, hearing the siren) can actually activate the visual part of the chain and the person will almost automatically visualize a fire truck.
This powerful property of association is a universal feature of the brain. It is through association that we weave all of our incoming sensory signals together—sound, sight, touch, scent—to create the whole person, place, thing, and action. Association allows and underlies both language and memory.
Our conscious memory is full of gaps, of course, which is actually a good thing. Our brains filter out the ordinary and expected, which is utterly necessary to allow us to function. When you drive, for example, you rely automatically on your previous experiences with cars and roads; if you had to focus on every aspect of what your senses are taking in, you’d be overwhelmed and would probably crash. As you learn anything, in fact, your brain is constantly checking current experience against stored templates—essentially memory—of previous similar situations and sensations, asking “Is this new?” and “Is this something I need to attend to?”
So as you move down the road, your brain’s motor vestibular system is telling you that you are in a certain position. But your brain is probably not making new memories about that. Your brain has stored in it previous sitting experiences in cars, and the pattern of neural activity associated with that doesn’t need to change.
There’s nothing new. You’ve been there, done that, it’s familiar.
This is also why you can drive over large stretches of familiar highways without remembering almost anything at all that you did during the drive.
This is important because all of that previously stored experience has laid down the neural networks, the memory “template,” that you now use to make sense out of any new incoming information. These templates are formed throughout the brain at many different levels, and because information comes in first to the lower, more primitive areas, many are not even accessible to conscious awareness. For example, young Tina almost certainly wasn’t aware of the template that guided her interactions with men, and shaped her behavior with me when we first met. Further, all of us have probably had the experience of physically jumping up before we even figured out what it was that startled us in the first place. This happens because our brain’s stress response systems carry information about potential threats and are primed to respond to them as quickly as possible, which often means before the cortex can consider what action to take. If, like Tina, we have had highly stressful experiences, reminders of those situations can be similarly powerful and provoke reactions that are similarly driven by unconscious processes.
What this also means is that early experiences will necessarily have a far greater impact than later ones. The brain tries to make sense of the world by looking for patterns. When it links coherent, consistently connected patterns together again, it tags them as “normal” or “expected” and stops paying conscious attention. So, for example, the very first time you were placed in a sitting position as an infant, you did pay attention to the novel sensations emanating from your buttocks. Your brain learned to sense the pressure associated with sitting normally, you began to sense how to balance your weight to sit upright via your motor vestibular system and, eventually, you learned to sit. Now, when you sit, unless it’s uncomfortable or the seat is unusually textured or shaped or you have some kind of balance disorder, you pay little attention to staying upright or the pressure the seat puts on your rear. When you are driving, it’s something you rarely attend to at all.
What you do scan the road for is novelty, things that are out of place, such as a truck barreling down the wrong side of the freeway. This is why we offload perceptions of things we consider normal: so that we can rapidly react to things that are aberrant and require immediate attention. Neural systems have evolved to be especially sensitive to novelty, since new experiences usually signal either danger or opportunity.
One of the most important characteristics of both memory, neural tissue, and of development, then, is that they all change with patterned, repetitive activity. So, the systems in your brain that get repeatedly activated will change, and the systems in your brain that don’t get activated won’t change. This “use-dependent” development is one of the most important properties of neural tissue. It seems like a simple concept, but it has enormous and wide-ranging implications.
And understanding this concept, I came to believe, was key to understanding children like Tina. She had developed a very unfortunate set of associations because she was sexually abused so early in life. Her first experiences with men and her teenage male abuser were what shaped her conception of what men are and how to act toward them; early experiences with those around us mold all of our worldviews. Because of the enormous amount of information the brain is confronted with daily, we must use these patterns to predict what the world is like. If early experiences are aberrant, these predictions may guide our behavior in dysfunctional ways. In Tina’s world, males larger than she was were frightening, demanding creatures who forced her or her mother into sex. The scent, sight, and sounds associated with them came together to compose a set of “memory templates” that she used to make sense of the world.
And so, when she came into my office that first time and was alone in the company of an adult male, it was perfectly natural for her to assume that sex was what I wanted as well. When she went to school and exposed herself or tried to engage in sex play with other children, she was modeling what she knew about how to behave. She didn’t consciously think about it. It was just a set of behaviors that were part of her toxic associations, her twisted template for sexuality.
Unfortunately, with only an hour a week of therapy, it was almost impossible to undo that set of associations. I could model the behavior of a different kind of adult male, I could show her that there were situations where sexual activity was inappropriate and help her learn to resist impulses, but I couldn’t, in such a small amount of time, replace the template that had been forged in the fresh tissue of her young brain, that had been burned in with patterned, repetitive early experience. I would need to integrate a lot more about how the human brain works, how the brain changes, and the systems that interact in this learning into my treatments before I could even begin to do better for patients like Tina, patients whose lives and memories had been marred in multiple ways by early trauma.

Commentary

Ten years is a long time in a child’s life—but a mere instant in the development of a discipline like child psychiatry or the neurosciences. During the decade since the first edition of this book was released, much progress has been made in these fields. Yet systems—and the ideas within them that frame policies, practices, and programs—change far more slowly. It is estimated, for example, that once a new concept or principle of practice is well established by research, it takes between twenty and thirty years for the “new” ideas to become standard practice. And, as we all know, by that time there is often newer research that suggests modifications and improvements on this “innovation”— and it will take years before these become standard practice, too. The bottom line is that the rate of discovery is faster than the rate at which an organization or system can adapt and incorporate these changes. We see evidence of this “innovation gap” in all aspects of our life. An important example related to the main challenges that faced Tina and her family is in the early childhood area. For decades, there has been overwhelming economic and developmental research demonstrating the value of high-quality early childhood interventions for “at risk” young families like hers. For every one dollar invested in high-quality early childhood programs like preschool and support for new parents, nine are returned in terms of improved academic performance, better employment, and reduced addiction, mental illness, and crime — yet we still do not provide high-quality, affordable preschool, paid family leave, and adequate support for vulnerable families. Sadly, if anything our public systems like child mental health, child welfare, juvenile justice, and education are slower to change than other organizations such as those in the corporate sector. Over these last ten years, The ChildTrauma Academy has been working to close its “innovation gap” in several areas. One of the most important relates to the conceptualization of “therapy.” In the twenty-five years since I worked with Tina, my understanding of therapy and the therapeutic interaction has changed dramatically. During our work, as we challenged ourselves to better understand these children, we kept asking: what is a meaningful therapeutic interaction? How long should that interaction be? Fifty minutes? Ten minutes? Two seconds? Does the “dosing schedule” of therapy—and the supposed therapeutic interactions—have to be once a week for fifty minutes? Could it be twice a week for thirty minutes or some other variant? What is an effective dose of therapy? Who provides that therapeutic experience? Only a “trained” professional? Or can a parent, coach, friend—or the client herself, in an inner process—provide a therapeutic moment? And how much time do you need between therapeutic interactions to optimize positive change? How do you “space” the therapeutic doses? Are there specific patterns that lead to more effective change—or is simple regularity enough? And are there specific environments or experiences that interfere with—or enhance—a therapeutic interaction? Over the last ten years our interest and understanding of these issues has matured. In the last paragraph of “Tina’s World,” we note that an hour a week of therapy was unable to “undo that set of associations,” which were related to her history of being abused. It is more accurate now to re-phrase that comment; therapy does not undo associations. Instead, it creates new associations which, over time, can become the new “default” or “template” for guiding responses to future experiences. In Tina’s case, if she had been given enough time and opportunity to interact with healthy and attuned men and boys who provided sufficient positive or neutral interactions for a long enough time and in a clear enough pattern, she could have created new default associations about men—and male attributes. The associations created by her early history of sexual abuse would remain, although hopefully over time they would be much less “activated” and their intensity would fade. The major challenge here is that we know so little about how to dose and schedule therapeutic experiences in order to create this therapeutic change. But study of the brain and how it changes may provide us some clues. These days, the buzzword in neuroscience is “neuroplasticity,” which refers to the capacity of neurons and their networks to be altered by experience. There are some promising clues to the concept of therapeutic dosing in the study of how new synapses—those connections between neurons that link them into networks—are formed and altered to create or change memories. One of the most studied and most important areas of the neurosciences has to do with what is called Long-term Potentiation (LTP). Basically, this refers to the strengthening of synaptic connections, which occurs in response to a brief pattern of intense stimulation. The resulting cascade of cellular changes following this intense stimulation leads to enduring neuronal changes all the way to the chromosome, altering gene expression. It is widely believed that LTP is an important factor in learning and memory formation. This has important implications for the dosing of therapy: it suggests that even really short experiences can have a big impact. Indeed, long-term and enduring changes in neural networks can be created by an intense period of stimulation that lasts less than a minute. Synaptic splitting, which is one way these connections can change, can occur in mere seconds of intense stimulation—and if the intense experience is repeated four times within an hour, the change will be maintained long term. Just as a traumatic experience can alter a life in an instant, so too can a therapeutic encounter. Unfortunately, in order for positive “doses” of interaction to lead to long-term change, much more repetition is needed. Consequently, the pattern and spacing required to ensure long-term maintenance of any therapeutic change is going to require a density of therapeutic interactions that our current mental health model of fifty minutes once a week cannot provide. For children like Tina to truly benefit from therapy, it needs to be embedded in a context of safe and positive interactions. The good news is that anyone can help with this part of “therapy”—it merely requires being present in social settings and being, well, basically, kind. An attentive, attuned, and responsive person will help create opportunities for a traumatized child to control the dose and pattern of rewiring their trauma-related associations. For people who have been sexually abused, like Tina, just being acknowledged in a supportive, respectful, and non- threatening way aids healing. The more we can provide each other these moments of simple, human connection—even a brief nod or moment of eye contact—the more we’ll be able to help heal those who have suffered traumatic experience.
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Sunday, January 22, 2023

Word Meanings 2023-Jan-23


Index of Word Meanings
1.

labile

adjective: labile

    liable to change; easily altered.
    "persons whose blood pressure is more labile will carry an enhanced risk of heart attack"
        of or characterized by emotions which are easily aroused, freely expressed, and tend to alter quickly and spontaneously.
        "mood seemed generally appropriate, but the patient was often labile"
        Chemistry
        easily broken down or displaced.
        "the breakage of labile bonds"
        
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2. 

reproaches

verb
3rd person present: reproaches

    express to (someone) one's disapproval of or disappointment in their actions.
    "her friends reproached her for not thinking enough about her family"
        accuse someone of.
        "his wife reproached him with cowardice"
        h
        Similar:
        rebuke

reprove
scold
chide
reprimand
admonish
chastise
upbraid
remonstrate with
berate
take to task
pull up
castigate
lambast
read someone the Riot Act
haul over the coals
lecture
criticize
find fault with
censure
express disapproval of
tell off
give someone a talking-to
give someone a telling-off
dress down
give someone a dressing-down
give someone an earful
give someone a roasting
give someone a rocket
give someone a rollicking
rap
rap someone over the knuckles
slap someone's wrist
tick off
have a go at
carpet
give someone a mouthful
tear someone off a strip
give someone what for
give someone some stick
wig
give someone a wigging
give someone a row
row
call down
rate
give someone a rating
trim
reprehend
objurgate
reprobate
h
Opposite:
praise

        commend
        archaic
        censure or rebuke (an offence).

noun
plural noun: reproaches

    the expression of disapproval or disappointment.
    "he gave her a look of reproach"
    h
    Similar:
    rebuke

reproof
reproval
admonishment
admonition
scolding
reprimand
remonstration
lecture
upbraiding
castigation
lambasting
criticism
censure
disapproval
disapprobation
telling-off
rap
rap over the knuckles
slap on the wrist
dressing-down
earful
roasting
rollicking
ticking off
carpeting
wigging
serve
rating
h
Opposite:
praise
commendation

    a thing that makes the failings of (someone or something else) more apparent.
    "his elegance is a living reproach to our slovenly habits"
    h
    Similar:
    disgrace

discredit
source of shame
outrage
blemish on
stain on
blot on
blot on the escutcheon of
slur on
scandal
stigma
smirch

        h
        Opposite:
        credit
        (in the Roman Catholic Church) a set of antiphons and responses for Good Friday representing the reproaches of Christ to his people.
        plural noun: Reproaches

Origin
Middle English: from Old French reprochier (verb), from a base meaning ‘bring back close’, based on Latin prope ‘near’.

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3. 

diocese

noun
noun: diocese; plural noun: dioceses

    a district under the pastoral care of a bishop in the Christian Church.
    h
    Similar:
    bishopric

see

    parish

Origin
Middle English: from Old French diocise, from late Latin diocesis, from Latin dioecesis ‘governor's jurisdiction, diocese’, from Greek dioikēsis ‘administration, diocese’, from dioikein ‘keep house, administer’.
Tip
Similar-sounding words
diocese is sometimes confused with diesis

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amicus
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noun
noun: amicus curiae

    an impartial adviser to a court of law in a particular case.
    "the Federal Republic of Germany filed an amicus brief arguing that the Convention was exclusive"

Origin
early 17th century: modern Latin, literally ‘friend’, (in full) ‘friend of the court’.


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liaison
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Definitions
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English
noun
noun: liaison

    1.
    communication or cooperation which facilitates a close working relationship between people or organizations.
    "the head porter works in close liaison with the reception office"
    h
    Similar:
    cooperation

contact
association
connection
collaboration
communication
interchange
affiliation
alliance
partnership
link
linkage
tie-up
hook-up

    a person who acts as a link to assist communication or cooperation between people.
    plural noun: liaisons
    "he's our liaison with a number of interested parties"
    h
    Similar:
    intermediary

mediator
middleman
contact
contact man/woman/person
link
linkman
linkwoman
linkperson
go-between
representative
agent
interceder
factor
a sexual relationship, especially one that is secret or illicit.
"I have been involved in an opportunistic sexual liaison with a work colleague"
h
Similar:
love affair
affair
relationship
romance
attachment
fling
intrigue
amour
affair of the heart
involvement
amorous entanglement
romantic entanglement
entanglement
flirtation
dalliance
hanky-panky
bit on the side

    carry-on

2.
the binding or thickening agent of a sauce, often based on egg yolks.

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shell shock
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Definitions
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English
noun
noun: shell shock; noun: shellshock

    psychological disturbance caused by prolonged exposure to active warfare, especially being under bombardment.
    "in July 1917 he was sent to Craiglockhart War Hospital, suffering from shell shock"
        a state or feeling of severe shock or surprise.
        "investors' shell shock seems to be wearing off"
        
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extol
/ɪkˈstəʊl,ɛkˈstəʊl/
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verb
verb: extol; 3rd person present: extols; past tense: extolled; past participle: extolled; gerund or present participle: extolling

    praise enthusiastically.
    "he extolled the virtues of the Russian peoples"
    h
    Similar:
    praise enthusiastically

go into raptures about/over
wax lyrical about
sing the praises of
praise to the skies
heap praise on
eulogize
rhapsodize over
rave about
enthuse about/over
gush about/over
throw bouquets at
express delight over
acclaim
go wild about
be mad about
go on about
big someone/something up
ballyhoo
cry someone/something up
laud
panegyrize

    h
    Opposite:
    criticize


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de novo
/deɪ ˈnəʊvəʊ,diː ˈnəʊvəʊ/
adverb
adverb: de novo

    from the beginning; anew.
    "in a pure meritocracy, everyone must begin de novo"

adjective
adjective: de novo

    starting from the beginning.
    "a general strategy for de novo protein design"

Origin
Latin, literally ‘from new’.

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clobber1
/ˈklɒbə/
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verbinformal
verb: clobber; 3rd person present: clobbers; past tense: clobbered; past participle: clobbered; gerund or present participle: clobbering

    hit (someone) hard.
    "if he does that I'll clobber him!"
    h
    Similar:
    hit

strike
slap
smack
cuff
punch
beat
thrash
thump
batter
belabour
drub
hook
pound
smash
slam
welt
pummel
hammer
bang
knock
swat
whip
flog
cane
sucker-punch
rain blows on
box someone's ears
whack
wallop
bash
biff
bop
clout
clip
sock
swipe
crown
lick
give someone a (good) hiding
belt
tan
lay one on
lay into
pitch into
lace into
let someone have it
lam
whomp
deck
floor
stick one on
dot
slosh
twat
welly
slug
boff
bust
whale
dong
quilt
king-hit
smite
swinge
baste
buffet

    birch
        treat or deal with harshly.
        "the recession clobbered other parts of the business"
        defeat heavily.
        "the Braves clobbered the Cubs 23–10"

Origin
Second World War (apparently air force slang): of unknown origin.
clobber2
/ˈklɒbə/
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nouninformal•British
noun: clobber

    clothing, personal belongings, or equipment.
    "I found all his clobber in the locker"
    h
    Similar:
    clothes

clothing
garments
articles of clothing/dress
attire
garb
dress
wear
wardrobe
outfit
costume
turnout
finery
gear
garms
togs
duds
get-up
glad rags
kit
rig-out
threads
apparel
raiment
habiliments
habit

    vestments

Origin
late 19th century: of unknown origin.
clobber3
/ˈklɒbə/
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verb
verb: clobber; 3rd person present: clobbers; past tense: clobbered; past participle: clobbered; gerund or present participle: clobbering

    add enamelled decoration to (porcelain).

Origin
late 19th century: of unknown origin.

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frazzled
/ˈfraz(ə)ld/
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adjectiveinformal
adjective: frazzled

    1.
    showing the effects of exhaustion or strain.
    "a long line of screaming children and frazzled parents"
    2.
    British
    damaged by burning or exposure to heat.
    "a leave-in conditioner for repairing frazzled hair"

frazzle
/ˈfraz(ə)l/
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informal
verb
past tense: frazzled; past participle: frazzled

    1.
    cause to show the effects of exhaustion or strain.
    "Richard was frequently frazzled by the conflicting demands of work and home"
    2.
    British
    damage or cause to shrivel by burning or exposure to heat.
    "families whose homes overlook a field that was frazzled by the fire feared that the flames would reach their houses"

Origin
early 19th century: perhaps a blend of fray1 and obsolete fazle ‘ravel out’, of Germanic origin. The word was originally East Anglian dialect, with the meaning ‘tear or unravel’; it came into standard British English via the US.

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introspection
/ɪntrə(ʊ)ˈspɛkʃ(ə)n/
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noun
noun: introspection; plural noun: introspections

    the examination or observation of one's own mental and emotional processes.
    "quiet introspection can be extremely valuable"
    h
    Similar:
    brooding

self-analysis
soul-searching
heart-searching
introversion
self-observation
self-absorption
contemplation
thoughtfulness
pensiveness
thought
thinking
musing
rumination
meditation
pondering
reflection
cogitation

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Interoception is contemporarily defined as the sense of the internal state of the body. This can be both conscious and non-conscious.
Interoception definition: sensitivity to stimuli originating inside of the body

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psychosomatic
/ˌsʌɪkə(ʊ)səˈmatɪk/
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adjective
adjective: psychosomatic

    1.
    (of a physical illness or other condition) caused or aggravated by a mental factor such as internal conflict or stress.
    "her doctor was convinced that most of Edith's problems were psychosomatic"
    h
    Similar:
    (all) in the mind

psychological
irrational
stress-related
stress-induced
subjective
subconscious
unconscious
2.
relating to the interaction of mind and body.
"hypnosis involves powerful but little-understood psychosomatic interactions"

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skittish
/ˈskɪtɪʃ/
Learn to pronounce
adjective
adjective: skittish

    (of an animal, especially a horse) nervous or excitable; easily scared.
    "a skittish chestnut mare"
    h
    Similar:
    restive

excitable
nervous
easily frightened
skittery
jumpy
fidgety
highly strung
h
Opposite:
calm

    (of a person) playfully frivolous or unpredictable.
    "my skittish and immature mother"
    h
    Similar:
    playful

lively
high-spirited
frisky
coltish
flirtatious
kittenish
coquettish
flirty
frolicsome
sportive
gamesome
frolic
wanton
h
Opposite:
solemn

        staid

Origin
late Middle English: perhaps from the rare verb skit ‘move lightly and rapidly’.

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dressing-down
nouninformal
noun: dressing-down; plural noun: dressing-downs

    a severe reprimand.
    "the secretary received a public dressing-down"
    
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galling
/ˈɡɔːlɪŋ/
Learn to pronounce
adjective
adjective: galling

    causing annoyance or resentment; annoying.
    "it would be galling to lose your job because of a dispute with a customer"
    h
    Similar:
    annoying

irritating
vexing
vexatious
infuriating
maddening
irksome
provoking
exasperating
trying
tiresome
troublesome
bothersome
displeasing
disagreeable
aggravating

    h
    Opposite:
    pleasing

gall
/ɡɔːl/

verb
gerund or present participle: galling

    1.
    make (someone) feel annoyed or resentful.
    "it galled him to have to sit impotently in silence"

    Similar:
    irritate

annoy
vex
make angry
make cross
anger
exasperate
irk
pique
put out
displease
get/put someone's back up
antagonize
get on someone's nerves
rub up the wrong way
ruffle
ruffle someone's feathers
make someone's hackles rise
raise someone's hackles
infuriate
madden
drive to distraction
goad
provoke
aggravate
peeve
hassle
miff
rile
nettle
needle
get
get to
bug
hack off
get under someone's skin
get in someone's hair
get someone's goat
rattle someone's cage
get someone's dander up
drive mad/crazy
drive round the bend
drive up the wall
make someone see red
wind up
nark
get across
get on someone's wick
give someone the hump
drive round the twist
get up someone's nose
tee off
tick off
burn up
rankle
ride
gravel
rark
give someone the pip
exacerbate
hump
rasp
2.
make sore by rubbing.
"the straps that galled their shoulders"
h
Similar:
chafe
abrade
rub (against)
rub painfully
rub raw
scrape
graze
skin
scratch
rasp
bark
fret

    excoriate

Origin
Old English gealle ‘sore on a horse’, perhaps related to gall1; superseded in Middle English by forms from Middle Low German or Middle Dutch.
Translate galling to
Use over time for: galling


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bar mitzvah
/bɑː ˈmɪtsvə/
noun
noun: bar mitzvah; plural noun: bar mitzvahs; noun: barmitzvah; plural noun: barmitzvahs

    the initiation ceremony of a Jewish boy who has reached the age of 13 and is regarded as ready to observe religious precepts and eligible to take part in public worship.
        a boy undergoing the bar mitzvah ceremony.

verb
verb: bar mitzvah; 3rd person present: bar mitzvahs; past tense: bar mitzvahed; past participle: bar mitzvahed; gerund or present participle: bar mitzvahing; verb: barmitzvah; 3rd person present: barmitzvahs; past tense: barmitzvahed; past participle: barmitzvahed; gerund or present participle: barmitzvahing

    administer the bar mitzvah ceremony to (a boy).

Origin
from Hebrew bar miṣwāh, literally ‘son of the commandment’.

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