|chumbucket - 2012-02-22 |
The last 30 seconds were a real downer.
Still awaiting the baby raised by wolves experiments to create the super-warrior.
|TimidAres - 2012-02-22 |
While I've always found the Harlow experiments fascinating, it's hard not to get a little down when considering he intentionally damaged hundreds of monkeys permanently using his 'pit of dispair' and other techniques.
All for the benefit of psychology I suppose.
5 for Harlow.
|American Standard - 2012-02-22 |
I went to high school with a girl who, although normal and pleasant in every other way, rocked compulsively. When you mentioned it, she would blush, stop for about two minutes, and then start again.
Always wondered about her.
|the_slurb - 2012-02-22 |
So I don't know if there is any interest, but I am a current PhD student working in primate electrophysiology (in vivo neuron recordings in macaque monkeys).
I am about halfway through my first year, and would be happy to talk about the kinds of research going on, the day to day grind, the qualms that comes with working with primates, etc, if people are interested.
|sunflowr_eyes - 2012-02-22 |
This video hits home. My mother was schizophenic and bipolar, and also abused prescription drugs and was a closet alcoholic. While raising six children she was devoid of affection for my siblings and sought to isolate us from the world, thinking they would take us away from her. My oldest sibling grew up banging his head as a child, rocking, hurting animals and being creepy and angry as an adult. All of my younger siblings sucked their thumb or had blankies well into their teens. To this day, my brother is adjusted but very prone to depression. My sisters are vengeful and mean because when my mom later died, my father pegged the blame on me. They are all on antidepressants and look to place their troubles on others.
As for me, I got far away from them. I saw what was happening at a young age and called family services on my parents, but it was difficult to adjust to outside life after I did. It was almost as if I felt socially autistic. I did not know how to judge the intentions or anticipate the reactions of others because I was so isolated from the outside world. It took a long time, and a lot of hardship, as a young teen without any protection of family. To this day, I feel different, and a lot of my life has revolved around making conscious decisions to be a better human being than my father was and siblings grew to be. I have had a lot of success and formed a lot of great relationships, but I have a lot of phobias that I have tried for years to shake without success, and I am certain that they are linked to my past.
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