Robert Plamondon wrote:ausmon wrote:Too me the pain I have experienced in my life has stayed in my memory to ensure that I don't repeat the mistake. Would you hypnotise your child to remove the negative association to a hot pot? I wouldn't as the memory of the burn helps to ensure it doesn't happen again.
Mark Twain said, "A cat who sits on a hot stove lid never sits on one again, but she never sits on a cold one, either."
So of course, once they're capable, I'd help a child who's phobic of a hot pot (or a stove lid) to approach appliances with competence and confidence, using hypnosis if necessary. Phobias suck.
Robert
Well said Robert, I love the analogy but believe it's not that well suited for en_passant's situation or even for the child as you answered my assumption of little lasting damage with an assumption of full blown phobia(which in a way is just).
As for the cat.
Imagine rolling green hills, paddocks of sharp leafed sugar cane and various friendly, loving animals. Its quite an idealistic image and was(at times) a peaceful existence for a young man to develop. When I was young lad I grew up on that farm, amongst this picturesque scene we had a small herd of loving goats, some chocks, a few geese and a couple of turkeys.
We were quite innocent in the ways of the world in regards to deception, malice and the like(obviously not sex it was a farm after all) anyway we needed another young buck for the herd as our old one was firing blanks and with a bit of searching we found a farmer with one spare. Of course we couldn't believe our luck especially at the give away price of nothing, can you imagine how lucky that find was especially for a family with little to our name.
After a long drive along the windy country road we came to the farm. With 5 kids(poor pun) in the family and three of them vigorous boys no sooner had the car stopped than we're all out running around through the grass, shouting our excitement and just carrying on like young children do with no immediate restraint.
The owner had given us directions to his paddock where the goats were pastured. As we had parked next to the field it didn't take us long for our attention to focus on the said mentioned goats, one of which stood out like a big set of dusters on a male dog. This was obviously the leader of the herd, you couldn't miss the difference between him and his harem. He seemed to strut while standing still and had the most penetratingly intense stare I had ever had been inflicted with(I now recognise evil when it looks at me)
Now, while our attention is all over this perfect scene something was scratching at the back of my mind. You know that feeling when something isn't quite right, somethings off a little....
It dawned on me it was the fence, 3 flimsy wires with nothing to keep the goats in. I couldn't believe it, these must be the best trained goats in the world(what else could it be). Our goats were as loving and gentle a herd to be found but inside every goat is the seed Houdini was grown from. The seed to be free, unshackled with the restraints others are bound by, the desire to be more, see more, be more. To cut a long story short they are just plain pricks to keep enclosed.
As I pondered this miraculous scene I wondered dream like to the fence line and reached out to casually hold on while I tried to make sense of this amazing thing. This is the precise moment I had an epiphany, I had discovered the secret it was electric literately. This does not do that moment justice, as my little hands spasm on the fence my knees and elbows lock with a perverse rhythm, a torturous symphony of pain, shock and ignorance. My innocent dreams of lovingly tended goats so happy they wouldn't wonder outside their perfect life ground to dust as my joints screamed and my mouth locked on a wail of despair. Luckily I had quick reflexes(nature loves balance, after all I had a slow trusting mind) and I found that I had enough time between epiphany's to quickly let go.
As I looked up at my father to scream a warning to all I saw a slight smile on his face and learnt that sometimes things need to be learnt with a slice of pain.
I wish that was the only lesson learnt that day but I had another. When the farmer had stopped laughing enough to collect the master Buck and brought him over I my fifth epiphany for the day. I glance at those steel eyes told me all I needed to know, this was no gentile loving young buck. I realised that there was a devil and he was staring slot eyed and utterly lacking in compassion or empathy. For the first time I came face to face with a psychopath, Satan had reincarnated as Eric THE Goat. Shortly before leaving the farmer told us that due to the intelligence of the goats they could put cause and effect together very well. One or two good boots from the fence of doom would teach them to respect THE fence, yet as soon as the very subtle tic was absent they were as gone as left overs in a Bali fridge.
Contrary to popular opinion cats are as dumb as rocks, I will quote David Attenborough when he said the great white shark learns 60/70 times faster than a cat. Now while he may be saying that the shark is smarter than we give him credit for the flip side is perhaps the cat while a perfect remorseless killing machine is just plain stupid.