So there I am, working on the computer and listening to the studio TV. There's a special on National Geographic Channel about emotions in animals called "Why Dogs Smile and Chimpanzees Cry", and I happened to look over just as they're showing footage of Harry Harlow's experiments with infant macaque monkeys. You know, the ones where an infant monkey was given the choice between a cold, hard wire mother that gave milk and a soft, cuddly cloth mother that had no milk to offer.
Seeing a baby monkey clinging to the closest thing it had to a loving mother -- a creation of wood and sponge rubber and terry cloth -- I started to sob, because it reminded me that I'll never, ever see my own mother or get a hug from her again.
That, and what those baby monkeys were put through is just awful. They grew up to be hideously maladjusted adults.
Seeing a baby monkey clinging to the closest thing it had to a loving mother -- a creation of wood and sponge rubber and terry cloth -- I started to sob, because it reminded me that I'll never, ever see my own mother or get a hug from her again.
That, and what those baby monkeys were put through is just awful. They grew up to be hideously maladjusted adults.
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I can't watch those shows. Anything involving animals I get sick to my stomach or cry. The monkey experiments always make me think of my poor kids in care, many that never had a chance to make an attachment..or made a negative one.
The best thing to remember are memories of your mom, and your relationship together....as painful as it may be.