{"id":4687,"date":"2010-10-07T23:09:22","date_gmt":"2010-10-08T04:09:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/?p=4687"},"modified":"2010-10-08T15:56:24","modified_gmt":"2010-10-08T20:56:24","slug":"its-your-fault-we-made-your-life-suck","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brucegarrett.com\/brucelog\/4687","title":{"rendered":"It&#8217;s Your Fault We Made Your Life Suck&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Bullying, as it turns out, can literally make your brain change for the worse. \u00a0 This is how bullies extract their toll on the bullied forever&#8230;<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><a href=\"http:\/\/discovermagazine.com\/2010\/jun\/15-brain-switches-that-can-turn-mental-illness-on-off\"><strong>The Brain: The Switches That Can Turn Mental Illness On and Off<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n<p>This month&#8217;s column is a tale of two rats. One rat got lots of  attention from its mother when it was young; she licked its fur many  times a day. The other rat had a different experience. Its mother hardly  licked its fur at all. The two rats grew up and turned out to be very  different. The neglected rat was easily startled by noises. It was  reluctant to explore new places. When it experienced stress, it churned  out lots of hormones. Meanwhile, the rat that had gotten more attention  from its mother was not so easily startled, was more curious, and did  not suffer surges of stress hormones.<\/p>\n<p>The same basic tale has repeated itself hundreds of times in a number  of labs. The experiences rats had when they were young altered their  behavior as adults. We all intuit that this holds true for people, too,  if you replace fur-licking with school, television, family troubles, and  all the other experiences that children have. But there&#8217;s a major  puzzle lurking underneath this seemingly obvious fact of life. Our  brains develop according to a recipe encoded in our genes. Each of our  brain cells contains the same set of genes we were born with and uses  those genes to build proteins and other molecules throughout its life.  The sequence of DNA in those genes is pretty much fixed. For experiences  to produce long-term changes in how we behave, they must be somehow  able to reach into our brains and alter how those genes work.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<blockquote><p>Neuroscientists are now mapping that mechanism&#8230;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>This is interesting on a number of accounts. \u00a0 Firstly, as a gay man, it concerns me how the question of nature verses nurture is dealt with, as it has been a trip point in the culture war for decades now. \u00a0 And as it seems to be turning out more and more, it&#8217;s a combination of both. \u00a0 The story here is that genes may say one thing, but the effects of the environment, the physical environment, you grow up in, can overrule them all the same&#8230;<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Two families of molecules perform that kind of genetic regulation. One family consists of <a href=\"http:\/\/glviris.harvard.edu\/research.d\/DNArepair\/Methylation\/index.htm\">methyl groups<\/a>,  molecular caps made of carbon and hydrogen. A string of methyl groups  attached to a gene can prevent a cell from reading its DNA sequence. As a  result, the cell can&#8217;t produce proteins or other molecules from that  particular gene. The other family is made up of <a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=4PKjF7OumYo\">coiling proteins<\/a>,  molecules that wrap DNA into spools. By tightening the spools, these  proteins can hide certain genes; by relaxing the spools, they can allow  genes to become active.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>How this plays out in terms of one&#8217;s sexual orientation fascinated me less then this&#8230;<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>&#8230;the influence of environment doesn&#8217;t end with childhood. <a href=\"http:\/\/newswire.rockefeller.edu\/?page=engine&amp;id=1043\">Recent work<\/a> indicates that adult experiences can also rearrange epigenetic marks in  the brain and thereby change our behavior. Depression, for example, may  be in many ways an epigenetic disease. Several groups of scientists  have mimicked human depression in mice by pitting the animals against  each other. If a mouse loses a series of fights against dominant rivals,  its personality shifts. It shies away from contact with other mice and  moves around less. When the mice are given access to a machine that lets  them administer cocaine to themselves, the defeated mice take more of  it.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Something, probably my body&#8217;s low tolerance to intoxicants, has kept me thankfully clear of addiction. \u00a0 But I know its temptations. \u00a0 There are days when I think if I could only drug myself out my my misery, life would be so much better. \u00a0 But my body simply won&#8217;t let me do that. \u00a0 I have no escape. \u00a0 Well&#8230;I have one. \u00a0 But it&#8217;s one I&#8217;ve not reached for. \u00a0 So far.<\/p>\n<p>I have the job of my dreams. \u00a0 A house of my own I never in my wildest dreams ever thought I&#8217;d have. \u00a0 My dream come true car. \u00a0 And I am miserable. \u00a0 Single, lonely and miserable. \u00a0 If you don&#8217;t have love, nothing else matters. \u00a0 You can be rich. \u00a0 You can be living in the lap of luxury, and if you have no one, you have nothing and you know it. \u00a0 You will always know it. \u00a0 And at some level I have always known my brain was stacked against me in that struggle.<\/p>\n<p>I was brutalized in grade school. \u00a0 It was only \u00a0 by shear luck that I lived in a tiny neighborhood that was diverted to this little expansion high school in a well to do neighborhood and away from my tormentors that allowed me to have at least a good final three years of grade school. \u00a0 Woodward was paradise compared to my Jr. High School years and my elementary school years were only slightly less brutal. \u00a0 When I wasn&#8217;t getting beaten up by the other kids, I was getting emotionally battered by the teachers, nearly all of whom dumped me in the problem child category, simply because mom was a single divorced mother. \u00a0 The few in those days who actually took an interest in me and gave me a chance to learn have always had my eternal gratitude.<\/p>\n<p>Woodward, I have said time and again, was paradise&#8230;absolutely the best years of my school life. \u00a0 But even paradise could not undo the damage. \u00a0 It wasn&#8217;t until my senior year that I finally started peeking out of the shell my tormentors had locked me into. \u00a0 And by then it was, really, too late to start figuring out that dating and mating thing. \u00a0 And besides, I was a gay kid, and it was 1971.<\/p>\n<p>And I&#8217;m 57 now, and still single, and if anything surprises me it&#8217;s that I&#8217;m still alive. \u00a0 I really shouldn&#8217;t be. \u00a0 I honestly don&#8217;t know why I am still alive. \u00a0 It&#8217;s your own fault Bruce. \u00a0 We had to do it to you. \u00a0 You were so weird we had to. \u00a0 It&#8217;s your own fault Bruce. \u00a0 You need to get out more. \u00a0 Friends don&#8217;t help friends find a lover, they rub it in that it&#8217;s their own fault. \u00a0 People who look like that, want people who look like that. \u00a0 The more things change, the more they stay the same. \u00a0 Why am I still here?<\/p>\n<p><em>[Edited a tad&#8230;]<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Bullying, as it turns out, can literally make your brain change for the worse. \u00a0 This is how bullies extract their toll on the bullied forever&#8230; The Brain: The Switches That Can Turn Mental Illness On and Off This month&#8217;s column is a tale of two rats. 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