Readers might be in interested in this you tube talk.
The work done by this man (Ronald P Rohner) has led to a paper by Professor Bill Bernet and colleagues in which they investigate whether there is an objective measure of psychological splitting.
Psychological splitting is seen in severely alienated children.
This work is so exciting because it gives us a clear indication of how a child is harmed and how to objectively measure whether a child is being harmed by psychological splitting which is seen in severe alienation.
Along with the Adverse Childhood Experiences Research and the work of Dan Hughes on attachment and trauma, the portfolio of information which is being gathered, studied and used in trials of interventions with alienated children and families is growing fast.
As we move towards the series of conferences around the world at which these issues will be unpacked, discussed and considered, we are closer than ever to the tipping point, beyond which we show, unequivocally, that children are harmed by parental alienation.
Read. Absorb. Consider. So much more to come.
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I have lived this video Karen, I know it to be true, I have lived with rejection the best part of my life and I know how it has shaped me, at times not pretty. But thankfully there have been those who counteracted that rejection, your good self one of those few.
Again synchronicity strikes, a hour or two before you posted this I had a conversation with my mum about a few things and afterwards when I saw this video it absolutely summed it all up.
Fantastic video and so very true.
I think i may have a calling. Xxxxxxxx
I wanted to make sure my boy never felt like I did. Xx
… and that’s why sometimes my patience has run very thin with certain people xxx
I listened and I had a lump in my throat. My mother showed no affection towards me or my younger sister. Neither of us can remember being hugged or praised; we only remember put downs and being rejected. She had no time for us, we got in the way. My father, well, what can I say about him other than he looked to her to guide him in how to bring up children so neither of us remember hugs or much interaction with him either although he wasn’t cold like our mother.
I swore my children would never know a childhood like the one I had. I hugged, I praised, I smiled and I laughed. I loved being a mum. But I am still a rejected parent and fear that I always will be.