Showing posts with label obstacles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label obstacles. Show all posts

Monday, May 2, 2016

Born with the capacity? Resilience Re Visited


“Resilience presents a challenge for psychologists.” Maria Konnikova writes in her February New Yorker article, How People Learn To Be Resilient. “Whether you can be said to have it or not largely depends not on any particular psychological test but on the way your life unfolds. If you are lucky enough never to experience any adversity, we won’t know how resilient you are. It’s only when you are faced with obstacles, stress and other environmental threats that resilience, or the lack of it emerges: Do you succumb or do you surmount?”

I don’t know about Konnikova, but I’ve never met anyone who “was lucky enough never to experience any adversity.” Have you? After all, we have all lived through childhood, the teen years, marriage, the early parenting years, jobs, loss of every sort: the list is endless. In fact, to my way of thinking, to be alive is to experience both joy and adversity. There’s no way out of it. Sometimes a pile up of “stressors,”-- as Konnikova speaks of adversity—can feel like more than a person can bear.

 Konnikova addresses that issue. “What matters is the intensity and duration of the stressor.” That, according to scientists, seems to be the effective way resilience can be tested.

The study that Konnikova referenced in her article that interested me most was that of developmental psychologist, Emmy Werner. Werner, through her painstaking documentation and many years of follow- through, discovered that one third of the children she followed who had grown up in seriously adverse circumstances developed into “competent, confident and caring young adults.” The bottom line question was, what set these kids apart from the other two thirds who ultimately became wounded, destructive adults?

According to Werner, a child from a deprived background who demonstrated resilience might—with luck-- have met up with a particularly supportive adult: a teacher, a coach, a consistent mentor. But the surprising discovery was that the psychology of the one third of the children from deprived backgrounds who were found to be resilient, was different.

These children “tended to meet the world on their own terms. They were autonomous and independent, would seek out new experiences, and had a positive social orientation. Most importantly,” Werner discovered, "these resilient children had . . . an internal locus of control: they believed that they, and not their circumstances, affected their achievements. They saw themselves as orchestrators of their own fates.”

 An “internal locus of control.” “Orchestrators of their own fates.” Where did that awareness, that confidence, come from in traumatized kids: kids who had been abused, kids who had starved, kids who had little or no emotional support?

Genes? A gift from God? The accumulated knowledge of lifetimes? Whatever you believe, it is awesome that these kids had that gift. We should all be so wise! No whining, no blaming. Just getting on with it. That doesn’t mean no setbacks; it means understanding our setbacks as opportunities to learn, grow and to strengthen our ability to be compassionate.

 “Stressors “ can knock us for a loop. And if there are too many and the stress goes on over a sustained period of time, we can simply fold—whatever shape that takes for us. Still the evidence is clear that those who recover best and most quickly after a stomach-slam of suffering are those who have, as I noted in Resilience: Do We Have It? How Can We Get it? a “strong and unshakeable core of beliefs.”

Konnikova quotes clinical psychologist, George Bonanno. “Events are not traumatic until we experience them as traumatic.” In other words trauma is in the mind and eye of the beholder. 

Bonanno also argues that the people who deal best with acute negative events are those who interpret them as opportunities to learn. (True, Mr Bonanno, but not until I have picked myself up off the floor.)

He goes on to say that the folks who do this best and soonest were “far more likely to report having sources of spiritual and religious support” than those who had no “core of beliefs.”

The good news? According to Bonanno, is that we “can make ourselves less vulnerable by how we think about things.” We can learn to “reframe them in positive terms.”  

 We are definitely talking about the power of positive thinking here. We know this story; we may not be able to pull it off in our lives all that well, but we know this story for sure.

The power of positive thinking, (Dr. Norman Vincent Peale) used to be understood as a quasi/religious concept we could ponder. Nowadays study after scientific study have demonstrated its life-changing truth.

New to me are the results of Emmy Werner’s study, which demonstrated over years of observation that one third of the children she followed who came from abusive and poverty backgrounds did not learn the power of positive thinking, did not struggle to “reframe” their experiences. Instead, they were born with that power. Now that is something to ponder.

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Reminder: Beware of pointing out to a suffering friend the learning that might be gained from her experience. The friend has every right to deck you. Do  your best to remain compassionate; stay with her grief and allow her to discover whenever and whatever she may from the trauma.

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Captivated By A Classic

A week or so ago I found myself watching the movie, Lassie Come Home. I had no idea why.

The movie was filmed in 1943. Elizabeth Taylor, who played Priscilla was ten years old and Roddy McDowell, playing Joe Carraclough, owner of the collie, Lassie, was fourteen.

I case you don't remember, the story goes like this:

Set in Yorkshire, England, the Carraclough family is hit by hard times and forced to sell their collie, Lassie, to the Duke of Rudling who has always admired her. Young Joe Carraclough grieves the loss of his companion. The Duke takes Lassie to his home in Scotland, hundreds of miles away. There, his granddaughter senses the dog's unhappiness and arranges her escape. Lassie sets off for a long trek to her Yorkshire home and the boy who loves her. Along the way she faces many perils, but also meets kind people who offer her assistance and comfort. By the end, when Joe has given up hope of ever seeing Lassie again, the weary Lassie returns and is joyfully reunited with the boy she loves.

The story of a dog's journey home: her determination, the trials along the way and the helpers. I'm a sucker for the hero's journey, and this story has all the elements of a classic mythological tale, as in The Hero's Journey, by Joseph Campbell. But this time the hero is a dog.

When a ferocious black dog attacks a rain-soaked, half-starved Lassie, I was relieved that the worst of the fight was filmed as hidden behind some bushes. At the end we see the black assailant, its face streaming with blood, whining and running away.

The owners of the black dog, a pair of sheep men, decide not to shoot Lassie--seen as a possible sheep predator-- because they grudgingly admire her spirit in the battle.

"That collie is going somewhere," muses the tall, rugged sheep owner with a half smile, as he shoulders his gun.

Right. We know that, don't we? But still . . . the sheepman's recognition of the dog/hero is satisfying.

Another part I loved was the old couple in their cozy cottage hearing "something" in the night and, wrapped in shawls, running outside through the bucketing rain to find Lassie, nearly dead from wounds and starvation. Together they carry the dog into their cottage and lay her on the oval rag rug in front of the fire.The woman, her gray hair twisted into braids and wrapped around her head, kneels and spoons warm milk into Lassie's mouth.

Of course Lassie recovers. By then the old couple have fallen in love with Lassie and want to keep her. The husband scouts about the village and hears nothing about a lost dog. They are jubilant. "she is ours!"

But as they days pass, Lassie becomes increasingly restless, trying to squeeze out of narrow open windows, pawing at closed doors.

Sadly the woman tells her husband, "This dog has a purpose. She is going somewhere," the woman says. "We have to," she sobs,"let her go." And they do.

Freed and standing at the end of their path, Lassie turns her head back toward them--one last look-- as they stand in the doorway, their arms around each other. Then Lassie romps away.

Lassie and Joe are reunited. The Duke and Priscilla come by searching for his missing dog and, realizing that Lassie belongs with joe, they pretend not to recognize the collie.

The last scene in this movie is ideal. A beautiful, long-haired Elizabeth Taylor and a fresh-faced Roddy McDowell are riding their bicycles side by side, followed by a healthy, brushed-out Lassie with a slew of collie pups trailing her.

OK. So this is an old-fashioned, sentimental and predictable  movie. Nonetheless, Lassie's determination to pursue her goal of home--in spite of the unknowable and perilous distance--is heroic.

Her's is a goal of home and love. One way or another, isn't that everyone's story? Aren't there always obstacles? Some of them are gut-wrenching: poverty, cancer, divorce, loss of a child and post traumatic stress. And yet we persevere. We, with help from others along the way, pick ourselves up and putting one foot in front of another each day, we head, we hope, toward home.

Unlike Lasie, however, home for us on our hero's journey is not usually a physical place, but instead a place of renewed love and forgiveness, a peaceful home within our own hearts.