How my own *Eat, Pray, Love* moment in Bali led to WellCommons

I was reluctant to see the movie Eat, Pray, Love, because I thought I'd wilt in the sadness that comes from missing a place, a home. But all it did was bring back sweet memories, especially the one that knocked me off one life track smack dab onto another.

During the three years I lived in Bali in the early 1990s, I didn't meet a dashing Brazilian. I didn't go to Ketut Liyer for a reading (although I met him once at a ceremony). I went to learn more about the people and their culture, and to see if I could support myself by freelance science writing. I lucked out -- living in Bali was inexpensive.

The event that started the long road to WellCommons began early one morning. I awoke in my bed to hear a little boy crying in a house adjacent to the inn in which I was staying while looking for a permanent place to live. (In this part of Bali, many homes have bamboo walls, which means you can hear everything that goes on in your neighbors' homes.) The boy's crying was the fussy cry of an exhausted child, the kind of blubbering that means "I'm tired. I don't want to get dressed and go to school." Then I heard his dad, Made, yell at him (pronunciation: Mah-day). That got me to sit up, because it wasn't too often I'd heard a

Balinese father raise his voice to his children. I knew that Made and his family had just returned from visiting California, and, after nearly 24 hours of travel, everyone was suffering from jet-lag. Fuses were obviously short.

The child cried louder. Suddenly, I heard "fwwaack, fwwaack"! Made hit his child. Not hard, but it was firm and unexpected, because it set off a different and louder cry: a wail of shock and betrayal, not physical hurt. It went on until Made bundled his son off to school.

Later that day, my friends and I returned from a walk to find Made sitting on a large rock at the entrance to the bungalows. His shoulders drooped. His face was a mask of dejection. He was eating a cucumber.

We couldn't help ourselves: "What's wrong, Made?"

He shook his head in shame. "I hit my child today."

Well. What were we going to say? Yes, we heard it, you coward, taking out your frustrations on a child what were you thinking how could you? No, we said, "Oh."

Before an awkward silence settled in, Made continued. "Yes, I hit my child. So, I went to the doctor."

The doctor???

"What did the doctor tell you to do?" my friend asked.

"He told me to eat cucumbers three times a day, and lay off meat for a few weeks."

Another jaw-dropper. Cucumbers have very very tiny amounts of estrogen, and meat contains small amounts of testosterone, but hormone levels in either of those foods are not enough to change behavior.

However, living in a culture that frowns upon hitting children, and having a system in place -- in this case, doctors who are trained to help that's enough to change behavior.

Made wasn't carted off to jail. Child protective services did not show up on his doorstep. In his culture, hitting a child means that the adult is out of control and needs to consult someone immediately for assistance. They recognize that a child doesn't have a fully-formed brain or enough experience to control his or her behavior when he or she is completely stressed out. But an adult should. That kind of ethic is about as close as a society can get to living a philosophy of trauma prevention.

Made and his doctor had a profound effect on me. The lesson was simple: Balinese are Homo sapiens, Americans are Homo sapiens. And if the Balinese had institutionalized a support system to help over-stressed parents, well, then we Americans can, too.

Before living in Bali, I'd been doing reporting on violence epidemiology, which led directly to the roots of violence: trauma that many children suffer by living in dysfunctional families, rich, poor or middle-class. That's where violence or neglect often start, and, if the child's trauma is severe enough, she or he has a very high risk of severe health consequences later in life. Traumatized children often pass on the violence they experienced to their children, or get stuck in having violence done to them.

I returned from Bali with a dream....that we could create a culture in which our children are protected from trauma. There are many ways to do this, and journalists can play their part. In fact, I thought that we journalists were part of the problem -- we focused on unusual violence, and rarely reported about family violence alone, unless a child had suffered terribly.

First, I worked with Berkeley Media Studies Group, in Berkeley, CA, which obtained funding from the California Wellness Foundation to hold violence prevention workshops all the major newspapers in California, and many TV stations. That was before these organizations used the Web much. But that approach wasn't going to work. Although the reporters we worked with began including violence prevention in their articles from time to time, information wasn't getting out to the community consistently. What we needed was the World Wide Web, social media tools, and a community that is beginning to understand that violence prevention can work.

That led me to The World Company, with its culture of change, and Lawrence, KS, which has a very active and dedicated health community that wants to solve problems. I hope WellCommons will play a small part in helping people talk about their own trauma; where the community can figure out how to provide necessary support for parents who are having their first, second, third, or more children; where our culture decrees that it's expected that new parents ask for assistance; that dropping a bubble around the family and making parents go it alone is barbaric. And that it's okay for people in the community to lend a helping hand.

Tagged: child trauma, Eat Pray Love, Bali


rkern 8 years, 1 month ago

Jane, thank you for sharing this wonderful story. I am encouraged as I see the growth of WellCommons and ongoing sharing of health information and stories. At the Bert Nash Center, we strive to reduce the stigma associated with mental health problems. I believe WellCommons helps us do that.

jestevens 8 years ago

Thank you, Rosie. I hope so, too!

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