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Showing posts with label memory. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memory. Show all posts

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Remembering to Forget: PTSD




The movie “Eternal Sunshine of aSpotless Mind” is essentially a morality play built around a common human desire to elevate painful memories by forgetting them. The movie ultimately finds its denouement by reuniting a couple who, through artificial precognition, have been exposed to the distressing memories of a relationship gone sour. Let's willing suspend our disbelief a bit longer and and attempt to separate the morality from the science. Would we still choose to forget? How could we forget? Ought it be modifying a memory, wiping a memory from the grey matter or cleansing a memory; which one is possible and which one would we choose? Bear in mind that every time we recall a memory it becomes tainted in comparison to the “pure” memory which was first implanted through experience. It follows in that logic, that people who suffer from amnesia retain the purist memories. Having no memories doesn't seem to be a valid alternative to unwanted memories. The inability to remember doesn't necessarily imply the total loss of memory. 

Oliver Sacks, the renowned neurologist, has shown that a man who was impaired by severe Alzheimer’s remembers little from his past and is, furthermore, is incapable of forming new memories. However, the man could recall with astounding accuracy the four individual parts of a whole host of songs he performed in his barbershop quartet. Two things are at play here. Firstly, it is the notion that portions of a memory are summoned from all parts of both hemispheres of the brain in order to make a new and unique recollection of a previous memory. In other words, the memory is altered each time we conjure up the scattered fragments, which, when pieced together again, is inevitably further from the “truth” of the initial memory. The second premise at play is tantamount to a persistent memory anchor. Regardless or despite brain trauma, which nullifies the construction of new memories or the ability to recollect vast swaths of old memories, there exists something innate in the brain which allows for highly particular memories to be recalled with vivid accuracy. Sacks sees this as a musical rudiment in the evolutionary hardwiring of the brain. He continues by stating that rhythm is the basal musical function which all humans have regardless of their shortfalls in more complex musical abilities like pitch and harmony. Taken even further, rhythm can be seen to be at the root of language which is our primary tool in group cohesion and social function. This is also evidenced in the Deaf who retain an inherent rhythmic tendency as witnessed by sign language communication which incorporates the same neural mechanics as spoken language. Steadfast memories garnered out of fear and trauma are the memories which we are most likely to want to forget in spite of how embedded they are in the human experience. Help may be just around the FDA approval corner. Scientists have discovered in the laboratory how these fear-eliciting and traumatic memories can be eroded away and possibly erased from our brains.

Here's how those scientists decoded the way in which trauma (i.e fear) works on memories and its subsequent erosion after the application of a particular chemical compound. During a two week period lab rats underwent intermittent acoustic stimulus followed by electroshocks (electrified metal floor in their cage) after the stimulus was introduced. The acoustic stimulus was introduced followed by a short delay after which the floor was provided a mild shock. The rats reacted to the stimulus by “freezing” in a catatonic state as they began to anticipate, in a Pavlovian behavioral way, the electroshock which was emanating from the floor. After the two weeks of applying the stimulus the rats were injected with Ibotenic acid in three areas of the brain; the lateral hypothalamic, midbrain grey region and the bed nucleus of the stria terminalis. Although the local neurons were slightly damaged the fibrous passageways were left intact. The next phase for the scientists was to test the hypothesis. The rats were now subjected to the same conditioning from the acoustic stimuli of the previous two weeks. Amazingly, the rats did not “freeze” during the interim between the noise and the shocks. The memory of the electroshocks had apparently been erased from the rat brain. It seems reasonable to conclude that fear responses can be eroded from the original memory. The study also concluded that introducing the Ibotenic acid immediately after a traumatic event could be a way to more effectively, and possibly permanently, erase fear-eliciting memory.

Again two lines of extrapolation can be pursued if this method is applied to the human brain. On the one hand, despite the introduction of the chemical which led to the eroding of memory as witnessed in the lab rat study, a residue of memory lingers. This might be because the social and cultural parameters engender a solidifying function which aids in retaining the core attributes of the memory. Rituals, trauma, collective mores and norms, which are all shared by a community and reinforced more frequently, allow for the memories to endure complete erosion. Furthermore, it follows the logic postulated by Sacks that the memories which withstand the erosion process or the reoccurring evolution of the memories each time they are recollected are the ones tied most closely to rhythm. Perhaps the person recalling the memory invokes a series of symbolic phenoms and those in turn are what assist the memory in retaining its core attributes. In other words, the rhythmic quality of language is the keystone for holding on to the purist possible memory. This shouldn't be a social or scientific bulwark to unlocking the full potential of erasing traumatic memories for those who wish to forget.

How can one qualify oneself to affectively forget? In order to modify a preexisting memory it seems that two components are needed: Ibotenic acid and fear-eliciting trauma. Applying the chemical will be supportive in altering the traumatic memories which are recalled. What if we were to manufacture this drug and dispense it whenever unpleasant memories popped up in our mind's eye? Bad day at the office: gone. The nagging morose feelings associated with a romantic break up: gone. A particularly unscrupulous event perpetrated by local, state or federal government: gone. That last one might be in the realm of pulp science fiction but in theory the applications for erasing memory are as limitless as the human creativity. Imagine if such a drug was readily at hand to give to those of us with emotional memories like jealousy, rancor or anxiety. Maybe those of us harboring one or more out of a clinical laundry list of phobias could free ourselves from the memory of fear. Where should we begin? The military complex has a vast amount of cutting edge scientific discovery which flows out of government subsidized research into military applications. Once the military has tinkered around with the new technology it then releases the technology to the commercial and private sectors. The military could be spending time and resources to deal with a widespread and neglected aspect of its “peace keeping” efforts: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. All of us should encourage the federal government to invest in research which would aid our veterans of war in erasing the memories tied to their PTSD. The first stage in forgetting is remembering to help those who can't remember how to forget.





Monday, July 2, 2012

B Movie Monsters and Emotional Memory




Saturday Morning Forget-me-not's 

     Some years ago I was charged with excitement to see a 4 episode DVD of “Land of the Lost” tucked away in the cut out bin. I came upon it in this enormous brick and mortar box store in Las Vegas was a bevy of all things electronic. Although at the end of a tech fad I wind up embracing the new gadgets the offerings at this store were not sufficiently old enough to peak my interest. No, I went like a bee to honey directly towards the DVD cut out bins where the misfits of tv, cinema and straight to video come to die a slow death. Sifting around I found that DVD of “Land of the Lost” which to me was the highlight of Saturday mornings “Croft Super Show”. The Will Ferrell's remake was a fools errand from its conception all the way through post production. Just another example of Hollywoods creative bankruptcy. The dailies and internet's social media have been able to adequately pan this dead in the water stinker so I won't devote anymore vitriol to lambasting it. To those of you unfamiliar with the show let me illuminate you on it's greatness; bullet style:
  • Single parent family consisting of father, son and daughter set off on a weekend camping trip in a questionable rubber raft.
  • The raft is not white water rapids sturdy and the family loses control and plummets off a steep waterfall.
  • When they awake on the shore of the valley stream they are confronted with dinosaurs. They have gone back in time or fell into the “Valley that Time Forgot”
  • the single family scurries and scrambles for safety eventually holing up in a cave several hundred feet above the ground on the side of a mountain.
  • Through their explorations in the this forgotten world of time they encounter a race of missing links. The apemen are evolutionarily somewhere between homo erectus and neanderthal
  • the family befriends a young apeman who has become separated from his clan. They adopt him to their nuclear family.
  • There exists a race of lizard men who have developed highly civilized society which includes arcane mystical technologies. These Sleestak as they are called are immensely hostile to the family with one exception. These Sleestak provide the erudite moral tensions which drive the story line.
     That original 70's show had a mesmerizing and long lasting effect on me for a number of reasons. Reason number one without a shred of doubt was the reoccurring conflicts with the Sleestak. Sleestaks were a race of lizard men who were apparently highly evolved anthropomorphic beings. They reminded me of those irradiated humans who worshiped some ancient Surface to Air missile and lived below the “Forbidden Zone” in the film “Beneath the Planet of the Apes”. This 2nd “Planet of the Apes” film from the 5 part series is to me the most ironic and therefore most engaging of the whole lot. The Sleestak also seemed to harken back to 802,701 AD where the Morloks from H.G. Wells' “Time Machine” resided. Check out the 1960 version with Rod Taylor playing the sensitive macho lead; plus the Morlok costumes are terrific. Yet, more than that, the Sleestak invoked an Americanization of Japanese monster movies and tv shows. Those adorable rubber suits out of the Gojira franchise or the budding Ultraman empire were translated into an American ideal of evolutionary mishap. Honing my ability to suspend disbelief willingly I owe to captivatingly watching “Godzilla”, “Ultraman” and the “Planet of the Apes” series. But the germ of that ability was planted while soaking up the side stories about the Sleestak from “The Land of the Lost”. Despite the heavy handed scripting of the Sleestak depicting them as the hostile villains I couldn't help routing for them. In retrospect I see it how similar in sentiment it was to attending a bullfight and cheering for the bull.

     The anticipated excitement of nostalgia ushered me like a lemming to the cashier to buy this DVD. Not only was I soon to be able to indulge my ravenous nostalgia for “Land of the Lost”; I was also about to embark on a 4 part Sleestak fest. The DVD was all about and everything Sleestak. It was a spartan lesson in self control but I managed to keep the DVD sealed until I came back to The Netherlands. This digital Holy Grail was too big; too important for me not to share. Overcome with the necessity of disseminating its knowledge onto a new generation much like a pre-literate nomadic bard recounting the origin myths of the clan; I sat my daughter of 7 down to watch with me. In a word she was nonplussed. She didn't get the plot. She was underwhelmed with the special effects. She just didn't like it; period. In her defense, she was completely and unequivocally right on all accounts. After watching 2 episodes at double speed we looked at one another and decided bilaterally to switch it out for an episode of Sponge Bob. As a self proclaimed film buff I couldn't look beyond the dismal special effects or the gigantic gaping plot holes. I began to wonder if memories, nostalgia and remembrances should remain just the way they are; in the past.

     As a mantra it seems to function relatively well: things in the past need to stay in the past. Add a mirror and a moment of daily affirmation and you'll at least feel like you're on the road to Wellsville. Once the genie is out of the bottle and you've consciously decided to recall those memories you can't squish the genie back into the bottle. It's what William Burroughs called the “Naked Lunch”. The “Naked Lunch” is that moment dangling in time before you stuff your mouth with the food at the end of your fork. You gaze in existential despair upon the bite in all its glory or its ignominious horror. In the case of the Sleestak DVD or any other object, you can rework your memories by supplanting them with fresh objective new ones. That methodology doesn't adapt itself well when your dealing with emotional memories. The most impish and precocious of emotions is that of love and attachment and affection. This amalgamation of emotions taunts us with its web of memory confabulations spilled out all over both hemispheres of our brains. Those far-reaching memory anchors construct alternative and contra- histories which fog any objective recall. For instance, 20 years of fabricating a contra-history about a the love of your life can't be untangled in a years time once you've let the genie out of the bottle. I am not disparaging the creative process of hypothesizing a “what if ?” coping strategy. Bereavement and dealing with loss is often best suited to a coping strategy centered around “what if? “ scenarios; as long as it doesn't morph into a psychological pathology like Multiple Personality Disorder (now called Dissociative Identity Disorder). However, breaking the Gordian Knot that binds confabulated emotional memories of love and attachment and affection is a long process once you've let the genie out of the bottle.

     Repairing my Sleestak nostalgia was reasonably easy as I look back. I repackaged my love of the series for what it meant to me then; in a context of time and place. Overhauling a 20 year old alternative history might take some more time. Not all but some things are truly better left in the past.