trauma runs deeper than you think
in 2013, a study was performed on mice.
essentially, male mice were put in a cage and, upon exposed to the smell of cherry blossom, were shocked. as you may expect, the mice grew to fear the smell of cherry blossom.
but it gets deeper when, a little while later, the male mice bred with female mice. interestingly enough, when the scientists exposed the baby mice to the smell of cherry blossom, despite no contact with their father, were just as stressed. if not, only slightly less.
of course, i don't condone such cruel experiments, but it got me thinking. if this is the case for humans, it would explain a lot.
i've had cynophobia for as long as i remember. the fear of dogs, for those unaware.
i'd break down in tears and hyperventilate when i had to go to a friend's house, and i found they had one. i don't exaggerate. it was so strong, i always wonder why no adult ever thought to intervene. while it's not as debilitating anymore, i still avoid walking paths where i know a house has a dog.
the most particular part is, i never had a negative experience with dogs. i asked my parents, neither they nor me ever had an experience that would justify such a strong fear. in fact, in situations where i was forced to be with a puppy, the dog was very friendly to me and noticed my fear and attempted to console me the best it could. it makes me think, perhaps, my fear goes way back. farther than me -- or even my parents. perhaps my grandparents had a negative experience. maybe dogs are my cherry blossom.
i wonder how many fears people brushed off as "just born with" were actually an unrecovered trauma from generations back.















