The Dangers of Isolating Social Creatures

Originally published in the New Yorker,  the research in the article quoted here is still relevant – if not even more relevant now that more men, women and children and being thrown into isolation cells for minor infractions inside prisons. The elderly, mentally ill…no one is exempt from the torture and terror of spending weeks, months and all too often, years in sensory deprivation cells. Many of them end up scarred, damaged and sometimes the suffer from complete, permanent breaks from reality.

MARCH 30, 2009

“Human beings are social creatures. We are social not just in the trivial sense that we like company, and not just in the obvious sense that we each depend on others. We are social in a more elemental way: simply to exist as a normal human being requires interaction with other people.

Children provide the clearest demonstration of this fact, although it was slow to be accepted. Well into the nineteen-fifties, psychologists were encouraging parents to give children less attention and affection, in order to encourage independence. Then Harry Harlow, a professor of psychology at the University of Wisconsin at Madison, produced a series of influential studies involving baby rhesus monkeys.

He happened upon the findings in the mid-fifties, when he decided to save money for his primate-research laboratory by breeding his own lab monkeys instead of importing them from India. Because he didn’t know how to raise infant monkeys, he cared for them the way hospitals of the era cared for human infants—in nurseries, with plenty of food, warm blankets, some toys, and in isolation from other infants to prevent the spread of infection. The monkeys grew up sturdy, disease-free, and larger than those from the wild. Yet they were also profoundly disturbed, given to staring blankly and rocking in place for long periods, circling their cages repetitively, and mutilating themselves.

At first, Harlow and his graduate students couldn’t figure out what the problem was. They considered factors such as diet, patterns of light exposure, even the antibiotics they used. Then, as Deborah Blum recounts in a fascinating biography of Harlow, “Love at Goon Park,” one of his researchers noticed how tightly the monkeys clung to their soft blankets. Harlow wondered whether what the monkeys were missing in their Isolettes was a mother. So, in an odd experiment, he gave them an artificial one.

In the studies, one artificial mother was a doll made of terry cloth; the other was made of wire. He placed a warming device inside the dolls to make them seem more comforting. The babies, Harlow discovered, largely ignored the wire mother. But they became deeply attached to the cloth mother. They caressed it. They slept curled up on it. They ran to it when frightened. They refused replacements: they wanted only “their” mother. If sharp spikes were made to randomly thrust out of the mother’s body when the rhesus babies held it, they waited patiently for the spikes to recede and returned to clutching it. No matter how tightly they clung to the surrogate mothers, however, the monkeys remained psychologically abnormal.

In a later study on the effect of total isolation from birth, the researchers found that the test monkeys, upon being released into a group of ordinary monkeys, “usually go into a state of emotional shock, characterized by . . . autistic self-clutching and rocking.” Harlow noted, “One of six monkeys isolated for three months refused to eat after release and died five days later.” After several weeks in the company of other monkeys, most of them adjusted—but not those who had been isolated for longer periods. “Twelve months of isolation almost obliterated the animals socially,” Harlow wrote. They became permanently withdrawn, and they lived as outcasts—regularly set upon, as if inviting abuse.

Read the full article here on The New Yorker

I’ve been a helpless witness to watching incredibly strong men mentally deteriorate after only a few weeks…so much so that their letters became scrawling, rambling gibberish – and that’s IF they were allowed writing materials or any communication at all from the outside. For loved ones in the free world, it is a special kind of nightmare all its own to spend days and days running to check the mail…waiting…no knowing…nothingness…are they dead or alive…? Beaten…? Mentally just gone? And you’re near powerless with the silent tic-toc, tic-toc…when? Will they be okay? Will they be broken and shamed from being stripped and left naked & vulnerable? Will you be able to mend them with words and long-distance care?

That solitary confinement is used by private & state interests in order to further expand the Prison Industrial Complex makes the horror almost unbearable. It is damn near impossible to intervene and help someone in solitary…”Rules is rules and we can make ’em and change ’em and time we please…” is the general attitude of prison officials. Lives are stalled, families torn and paralyzed. Children lose their ability to communicate with parents and have no understanding of why. Loved ones dies…time passes…and passes…and there is no relief…

Shame on us for knowing what we know and allowing this to continue to happen to our brothers, fathers, mothers, sisters…daughters and yes, grandmothers and grandfathers, too…chaney

I know this man in the photo…and the horrors he has suffered haunts me every moment…this is not right, people.

It just isn’t…

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