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“La memoria es la capacidad de seguir adelante arrastrando ciertos aspectos de la experiencia. Incluso los músculos tienen memoria, algo que puede apreciarse con los cambios que se producen en ellos como resultado del ejercicio. No obstante, y más importante aún, la memoria es lo que el cerebro hace, el modo en que nos forma, y permite que nuestro pasado ayude a determinar nuestro futuro. En gran medida, el cerebro nos convierte en quienes somos(...).”

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A Child's Loss: Helping Children Exposed to Traumatic Death

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Bruce D. Perry
Bruce D. Perry

Bruce D. Perry is a renowned American psychiatrist born in 1955. He has extensive research and clinical experience in the field of child mental health, particularly in the treatment of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). Dr. Perry has made significant contributions to the fields of psychiatry, neurobiology, and child development, and his work has had a profound impact on improving the mental health of children and adolescents. more

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