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drscottWe're driving down to Palm Springs tomorrow and I'm supposed to be packing. This entry reminds me to get back to what I was doing when we return....
I've just finished the first few chapters of Becoming Attached by Robert Karen. (You can read a large chunk of the book online here.) I can't copy any of this material to excerpt, but I burst into tears on page 22.
This film is terribly sad. A silent film from the 50s, it demonstrated how damaging then-accepted practices of depriving infants of loving attention (often from misguided attempts to prevent disease transmission) were to their emotional development.
I've just finished the first few chapters of Becoming Attached by Robert Karen. (You can read a large chunk of the book online here.) I can't copy any of this material to excerpt, but I burst into tears on page 22.
This film is terribly sad. A silent film from the 50s, it demonstrated how damaging then-accepted practices of depriving infants of loving attention (often from misguided attempts to prevent disease transmission) were to their emotional development.
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Date: 2009-05-22 08:58 pm (UTC)The first little girl had lived with a foster family. Today, she is attached to her American parents, has learned to play violin, is lovely and charming and vivacious, as any twelve-year-old girl has a right to be.
The second little girl had spent her first two years in an orphanage. My friends have done all in their power to help her, but she is very much like a beautiful porcelain doll with an invisible crack running through her.
Starving for touch is still starving.