So where to begin? I suppose it makes sense to tell you why I started this blog and why hopefully it might be of interest to you. It seems to me that human beings are pretty odd creatures. On the one hand we have a seemingly infinite capacity for variation and invention, and yet on the other hand we are frustratingly predictable…sometimes tragically so. We exist as an incredibly complex interplay of physiology and environment, spending our lives in perpetual flux as we try to change and adapt to meet the demands that these twin forces place upon us. In adulthood we imagine ourselves better equipped to meet the obligations of our hectic social existence, but therein lies the irony. The truth is that from the moment we are born, we are primed, just as a plant seeks out sunlight, to search out these social bonds. It is these healthy and loving ties that enable us to take root in the world and without such we can feel fragmented, as though we are falling apart and not fully whole or alive. We understand implicitly that a secure attachment will ensure our survival…an intrinsic recognition that this bond will equip us with the tools we need to eventually navigate the world independently. These early experiences become the bedrock of who we are. It is my belief, however, that events in infancy have a far more potent effect than is currently understood by mainstream mental health. Indeed, the extent of what happens in these years cannot be understated. Everything, from how the brain develops to future emotional health is affected in this brief window of time. It is here that the psychological apparatus that regulate emotions, enable us to develop healthy relationships (our capacity to seek and give care) and cooperate with others is created. A dysfunctional attachment by contrast is a perversion of this…a chaotic and unpredictable environment in which the seeds of aggression, anxiety and a negative self-view are sown. Early infant environmental failure can and does lead to adult psychopathology.