Desensitization is the condition that results from the repeated exposure of one’s senses to a specific emotion, environment, physical contact, or activity. A person who is said to be desensitized will exhibit higher thresholds toward physical pain, environmental noise, emotion, scene and scent, and even exhibit, in the extreme, an absence of what we call a moral compass or conscience. A person who has been desensitized will respond differently under situations that others may consider grave and unbearable.
Desensitization affects both the physiological and psychological. On the physical side, a person develops higher muscular density and callousness that increases tolerance levels to physical sensation such as pain or pleasure. Psychologically, it alters individual behavior that leads to extremes of withdrawal or aggressive behavior, that can lead to anti-social or apathetic behavior. This occurs simply because desensitization disrupts the needed balance on both the physical and psychological as it subjects an individual to extremes. Between the two, psychological desensitization is far reaching and far more dangerous than its physical counterpart. It is far reaching because it is contagious; it is far more dangerous because it spreads like a virus over a series of generations. The only known way to overcome the ill-effects of psychological desensitization is by the process of social reintegration.
Those that are psychologically desensitized will continue to function, but their presuppositions and worldview will stand out in stark contrast to the views of those around them. Let’s take soldiers as an example.
Throughout their short or long careers, infantry soldiers are trained to do one thing effectively, and that is to kill with extreme prejudice. In the firing range, soldiers are repeatedly trained to shoot at “targets” from a distance or to attack and kill enemies in closed-quarter combat. Although the tools used during closed-quarter combat training are non-lethal (for obvious reasons), the repetitive training integrates every learned stroke and stride until it becomes instinctive or second-nature. Soldiers are subjected to these environments to desensitize them. They are trained to follow orders; they are trained to see real people in the battlefield as distant “targets” they need to hit, or objects they need to eliminate; they are trained to suppress their consciences and the natural tendencies, and inhibitions, that make use human that distinguishes us from the rest of creation.
During a work-related trip I took to South Africa, I made a point to visit Suweto. This was a place where colored and black people domiciled during the apartheid days of the country. Upon reaching the town, we parked by the side of the road for me to take pictures. Unsatisfied with the my position, I stepped out of the SUV and I vividly remembered how my driver quickly stepped out of the vehicle and beckoned me to return to the relative safety of the SUV. When I asked him why, he simply said that I was not black.
Having lived in the US for over a decade before my trip to South Africa, the concept of apartheid was something I did not fully understand until I had the chance to view its ill-effects first-hand (although I had a great time in Gauteng where I had to consume a 2-kilo rump steak within 60 minutes) for in every sense I behaved and processed things as an American. My senses were on overload as I found myself trying to mentally and emotionally process too much within a very short period of time. My mind was racing with so much questions. Because I was a foreigner, my questions were reciprocated with a degree of tolerance as both my friends and I knew that I was ignorant about the realities that circumscribed their daily lives, and because in the back of head I knew that there really was nothing I could do in my capacity to change the way things are.
In my work as a minister, I had the chance to visit and minister to people in the most depressed areas in New York and New Jersey, Northridge and East LA, as well as in depressed communities in Indiana, Ohio, Sharon PA, Virginia, and Miami. In every instance where I challenged those I ministered to get out from the rut and to make a difference, they simply looked at me with a stare that I completely understood—I was an outsider.
When counseling couples, I repeatedly encountered cases where couples easily grew more distant from each other as time passed and that even maintaining the same degree of endearment that characterized the early years of their marriage was easier said than done. Spouses ended up doing the very thing they swore they couldn’t do; infrequent physical intimacy and contact became the rule rather than the exception. Again, my counselees would simply look at me and even reason that I there is no way for me to truly understand the uniqueness of their situation.
As a management consultant, I find middle managers, executives, and frontline staff, live in a constant state of duplicity. Theirs is the world where only the paranoid survives. Ethics and morality take a distant tenth in the line of priorities topped by profitability and wealth. They live in a culture where it is justifiably moral to get the most out of nothing – to squeeze every ounce of fluid from a gnat, so to speak, where everything can be for sale at the right price.
Wanting to make a difference, I returned to the Fatherland. And to my surprise, I too was considered an outsider simply because I had experienced the “good life” as a Fil-American. No matter how I encouraged others, they attributed both my failures and successes to the fact that I was returning from America. I found people constantly trying to explain away why such and such happened and what I would need to do in such and such a situation. It was mentally and emotionally enervating to say the least.
Religious rhetoric was plenteous among my fellow, but hardly anyone would dare stand by the mandates of faith especially when it got in the way of putting food on the table. Everyone had their own version of progress, their own perfect picture of the future, their own version of reality, where betting on a series of numbers was considered a progressive act and a quicker way to achieve wealth rather than make sound financial investments. Politically charged messages and controversy constantly filled the airwaves, but most disturbing is the way positive action is easily dismissed as some form of propaganda. I noticed the disproportionate courtesy and opportunities given to everyone and anyone who looks or sounds foreign, and how poorly nationals treat their own. I squirm at the thought of a country that celebrates emigration as an indicator of economic progress and success, how that dishonesty at the highest levels of public and private institutions are quite easily forgotten and dismissed as simply a means to an end.
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Filipino, Sensitize Yourself!
By Dennis Reyes, Ph.D.
Who shall bear the burden of our actions?
Who shall calm our troubled future ?
Who shall find closure to our troubled past?
I looked, I prayed, I inquired, I acted
But with every opportunity came a response of incredulity
I am a nobody…
Wherein lies the hope of my people?
Shall distress and doubt characterize my peers?
Shall it define myself and my fellow citizens?
The rhetoric of peace, joy, hope, and love overflow in abundance
But in the abundance of rhetoric exists a real absence of substance and intent;
What?! I can’t hear you, the noise of superficial laughter drowns the gravity of your plight
The duplicity in your actions betray the true nature of your slight
Oh, the ends justifies the means you say, but do you really believe that?
Or are you simply cowed to reckon with the reality of your blight?
Take flight my fellow
Sensitize yourself to the prospect of a bright tomorrow
Pull up to achieve, push others and yourself to succeed;
For only then, when we learn to believe shall we truly emerge as a people
Capable of calming a troubled future and closing our troubled past;
I looked, I prayed, I inquired, I acted
And with flight I saw my people prosper, pushed the limits of what others said was impossible to achieve;
Am I a nobody? Are we nobodies?
Not anymore, for my peers and the world shall take notice
Our now and Our future converging and incorruptible
I am proud of my people, I am Filipino
We are Filipino
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