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London Division March Newsletter

Saturday, March 26th, 2011

This month’s London Division newsletter is edited by me and also has a new and exciting layout.  Here’s the editorial:

Never think of the future”, said Albert Einstein “it comes soon enough”. Predicting the future is a thankless task but for this issue four contributors have been willing to take on the challenge. A voice from the future Prof Hamish McSalter reflects on a time when ‘death became the last true resort of sanity’. Dr Derek Summerfield stays with the present day and frames the future in terms of what has come to pass thus far. Dr Trevor Turner stays with this theme: where psychiatrists have seen their future in the past is informative in guiding our current path. Dr Michael Maier’s focus is on the current difficulties with training and Dr Kevin Healy sees our role as ‘doctors of the body and of the mind’ a role set to be strengthened by scientific progress. Finally with a related theme Dr Ian McClelland has taken a look at Anthony Clare’s seminal Psychiatry in Dissent 30 years since it was published.

Elsewhere in this issue there is topical comment with a report by Dr Abby Seltzer on the Winter academic event and an analysis by Dr Angela Hassiotis of the new government mental health outcomes strategy document. We have a report from Dr Isabel McMullen about her placement with the London Deanery and one from Dr Kostas Agath about being a medical governor. I’m also pleased to publish two prize essays from medical students and to have a contribution from Roxanne Keynejad, who has been involved with the successful King’s Psychiatry society and shares her experience with us

Report on the arts has long been a strong suit of this newsletter, and this issue is no exception. Dr Lisa Conlan reports on a recent exhibition at the Wellcome Collection; Dr Nick Dunn recommends books for trainees; Dr Sarah Jones reviews a book from Roy Porter’s canon. We also have a feature on the treatment of psychiatric issues by graphic novels. Dr Issy Millard provides an overview of this subject and Dr Greg Neate and myself lend a few reviews. This is something I hope we can return to in the future.

Interview with Tim Salmon author of ‘Schizophrenia: who cares?’

Tuesday, February 8th, 2011

Tim Salmon, author of Schizophrenia: who cares? has kindly agreed to be interviewed by the Frontier Psychiatrist blog. 

FP: Please tell us about your motivation for writing the book.

TS: I wrote the book for several reasons. First, I wanted to tell the world something about schizophrenia. Whether the world will pay the slightest bit of attention is of course another matter! Most people, unless they have had personal experience of the illness, have no idea what it means, what it does to people, what a devastating and truly tragic effect it has on the lives both of those who suffer from the illness and those who love and try to care for them. If they have thought about it at all, they think it has something to do with going berserk and wielding axes or having some kind of what they think of as a split personality.

And I decided to tell my story because I knew, after attending meetings and listening to other people’s experiences for twenty years, that my story was everyone’s story: we were all in the same boat. I also wanted to expose the hopeless inadequacy of the provisions made in our society for the care of people with schizophrenia: the ridiculous, illiterate and contradictory nonsense talked by those supposedly in charge of the system and its continuing failure to provide the things that the government told us we could expect from it. For twenty-five years we have been told that the involvement of carers was of primary importance. Am I informed of the dates of Care Plan review meetings? Have I met the “new” consultant who has now been in charge of my son’s Care Plan for three years? No, and that in spite of the fact that I have bullied and pushed and agitated for more than twenty years.

My local Trust is now planning to close half of its remaining in-patient facilities on the grounds that Care in the Community has been so effective that they are no longer needed. A likely story, I say, when Care in the Community for my son means a fortnightly injection and an occasional cup of coffee with a CPN. Does anyone know what he eats, when he last changed his underclothes, his bed sheets, what is growing out of his sink? Actually, he is doing pretty well – at last, but I don’t think the “system” can claim much of the credit.

FP: I know you would like to reply to some of the comments I made in my review

TS: Yes, firstly, I am aware that some people with schizophrenia “can hope for a much better outcome…” Rethink, for one, never ceases to tell us so. But while I quite understand that there is no point in being only pessimistic, I feel strongly that the people who “can hope for a much better outcome…” are lucky, are a minority, and, in a sense, are not really the ones we need to worry about. My experience – not systematic, I admit – suggests that the majority languish somewhere between more or less stability and more or less acute illness: in a kind of limbo, where many sort of manage without coming anywhere near leading the kind of life that could have been expected for them before the illness. They are, in short, the people whose plight prompted John Pringle to set up the National Schizophrenia Fellowship, ancestor of Rethink, in 1970. These are the people I am concerned about; these are the people who need looking after. These are the people who truly suffer from schizophrenia and I do not see any evidence that their numbers are diminishing. Rethink still has some 150 support groups and, I believe, some 8,000 members, most of them inherited from its days as the NSF. If the chances of good outcomes had significantly improved, I do not think we would still be attending these groups.

It was to highlight the plight of these people that I wrote the book. Responses from readers largely confirm that my story is, as I had suspected, also theirs. And given that there is as yet no cure, no truly effective treatment, for the illness, this is surely what one would expect.

You express surprise at my lack of sympathy for the vulnerability of ethnic minorities. Vulnerability to what?

If it can be shown that ‘Albanian-ness’ is in some significant way relevant to a person’s susceptibility to schizophrenia or to the way in which the illness should be treated in that person, then I have no objection. As far as I know, no one has been able to show that this is the case. My strong impression is, on the contrary, that talk of ethnicity and minorities in this context is merely part of the ill-thought-out and currently fashionable discourse of political correctness, aka the positive discrimination/affirmative action movement that derives from the work of the philosopher John Rawls, and where the actions of mental health bodies and local councils are concerned amounts to little more than box-ticking designed to establish “progressive” credentials.

And what is ethnicity? What boxes do you have to tick in order to constitute yourselves an ethnic minority?

My children are half French? Does that count? Do the substantial number of well-qualified, professional French people now working in London count? What about the large number of Americans living in England? Does a well-known actress brought up in England by an English mother but sired by a Nigerian father count? Are the Japanese ethnic? The Poles? Was I part of an ethnic minority when I was living in Greece or in Libya?

In my view a lot of nonsense is talked about ethnic and cultural diversity, in the main by people who speak no other language than English and therefore can have little understanding of cultural difference or else have vested interests in exploiting their status as minorities for their own purposes. Vide VS Naipaul and Wole Soyinka on these matters.

I think my cultural viewpoint allows me to see rather further than many! As a classicist I had to study the literature, history and philosophy of the ancient world. I have been involved since my teens in France and Greece. I speak both languages; I have lived and worked in and written about both countries. I have been married to both French and Greek wives. I have been a school teacher in London comprehensives as well as in Greece and Libya. For many years I have had to eke out my earnings as a writer with painting and decorating and other manual work. I speak pretty reasonable Italian and manage in Turkish, Russian and Romanian. I have hung out in the sheepfolds and harbours of the Balkans and eastern Mediterranean for much of my life… I have known schizophrenics from France, Greece, America and Israel. I have French psychiatrist cousins with a schizophrenic son…

FP: In response

One of the difficulties when talking about groups of psychiatric patients and their outcomes is defining about who you wish to draw conclusions.  Another is that what counts as a ‘recovery’ can be different to different people.  However attempts have been made, and when you sum up the work done so far – according to the textbook on my knee – then: ‘The prognosis of schizophrenia is very variable. A review of treatment studies suggests that 15-20% of people with schizophrenia recover completely, about 70% will have relapses and may develop mild to moderate negative symptoms and about 10% will remain seriously disabled’ (Kumar and Clarke 2009).

The question is then how to have a mental health system that can cater for such diversity of outcomes.  As you identify, a mode of operation based on recovery is of little use to someone who is struggling to maintain an independent life, but at what stage should healthcare professionals decide that a paternal approach should be taken?  Doctors and other health care professionals have become very reluctant of late to make any judgments on people at all.  In my view this must be seen as a reflection of historical criticisms of psychiatric treatment. Mental health practitioners and psychiatrists in particular have been heavily criticised for allowing patients had little involvement in their care.  And, more generally,  it is hard to think of many professions that have had an ‘anti-‘ movement against them. In addition we live in an age of empowerment and entitlement so one could argue that the prevailing treatment approaches inevitably reflects this.  There is also the issue of fostering dependency on the mental health system, something else the mental health system has been accused of in the past.  For instance from something I read recently:

‘The mental health system perpetuates the needs of those who enter it, so that it is difficult to exit from the system: patients are transferred from one compartment to the next, with little effort being directed toward developing a functional independency.’ (More is more and less is less the myth of massive psychiatric need British Journal of Psychiatry (1985), 146, 164-168).

Your viewpoint on charities is very interesting.  With year on year growth and influence, many charities have internalised the logic of the marketplace and have begun to see themselves as competing for market share.  Working for a charity has become a career path, and charities have increased responsibilities to their staff and so on.  I feel that this has a lot to do with the broadening of remit that you identify with particular reference to the National Schizophrenia Fellowship.  A wish for a broad appeal may also explain why campaign targets – stigma, fear and prejudice – have superficial appeal, but lack nuance.  I share your view of the fallacy of ‘1 in 4’ of us having mental health disorders, which is part of the same ‘inclusionist’ approach.  Overall I would agree that there is a place for an organisation to campaign for the interests of schizophrenia patients solely and it is a shame that this no longer exists. 

It is generally accepted in psychiatric circles (with an epidemiological basis) that some ethnic minorities and immigrants have higher rates of schizophrenia and higher rates of admission to psychiatric hospital.  Even if this wasn’t the case, low income groups – of which ethnic minorities form a substantial part – are major users of NHS services across the board so it is not surprising that mental health services deal with a lot of people from ethnic minority groups.  At any time, a psychiatric ward in London will house citizens of multiple different nations. 

As you know from your travels people from different communities may have very different viewpoints and requirements.  With regards to these needs opinion formers and regulation enactors have fallen in with the ethos of multiculturalism where the prevailing wisdom is that we should recognise and accommodate difference so far as is possible.  So, whilst it’s true that that what qualifies as an ‘ethnic minority’ is arbitrary, from a pragmatic point of view people whose English language skills are poor or whose cultural norms are significantly different to those of the majority population are allocated the most resources.  It is these people who I refer to as ‘vulnerable’ by which I am ultimately referring to their risk of not getting adequate treatment by virtue of their inability to negotiate NHS care structures.  You may be right that we overdo our accommodation for people from cultures outside the UK majority and if so this is likely to be a reaction to past neglect.  There has been a lot of criticism of the multicultural approach, but the other extreme is to treat everyone the same.  I’d be interested to know where you would draw the line: for instance it was reported in 2006 that the NHS spends £100m on translation services yearly. If we one were entirely ‘mono-cultural’ then this presumably would not be required.

TS:

In response to ‘how do you cater for a diversity of outcomes?’

I don’t know, but I have always felt that a firm, warm, persistent, mildly assertive taking-in-hand of the patient – like a good PE teacher – from the earliest onset of the illness would be more likely to promote a successful outcome than the current holding-back, can’t-do-anything-without-the-patient’s consent approach – the approach revealed in the use of the term client rather than patient. How many cancer “clients” do you know?

If “toxic environmental factors” play a role in schizophrenia, then surely it matters where and how people live. They need decent accommodation. I would not want to live in most of the sheltered accommodation that I have seen. And if they need help in keeping clean, eating properly, keeping physically healthy, having some kind of social life, they should get it. How can leaving someone suffering from an illness like schizophrenia to live in squalor and isolation possibly be good for them? And yet that is what happens – all too often. Years ago a social worker – one of the few in my experience who took her job seriously – made a needs assessment for my son. She recommended sending a cleaner in, signing him up for meals on wheels and a number of other things. Did he get any of it? Of course not. Yet that is the kind of help many patients need.

My local Foundation Trust, justifying a huge budget cut a couple of years ago and aware that recalcitrant “clients” might lose out, made much of its new assertive outreach team. After my son stood them up on a couple of occasions, they said they would not keep him on their books. How assertive was that? Don’t we know that people suffering from schizophrenia are not the most enthusiastic recipients of treatment? I was reminded of Denis Healey’s remark about comparing being attacked by Geoffrey Howe to “being savaged by a dead sheep.”

In response to ‘accommodating other cultures’:

There is a lot of talk in the caring professions about accommodating a diversity of cultures, but I am not sure what is actually provided in practical terms apart, perhaps, from the provision of a prayer room in hospitals and the translation of documents into various languages. And, going by my local experience, there does not seem to be any logic to that: one day French is on, the next it is off; the same with Greek, the same with Albanian, the same with Turkish… Who is taking these decisions and according to what criteria? As to the question of whether it is necessary or worth the expense… Does it really amount to anything more than  Jack-Hornerish ticking of the progressive boxes: “Oh what a good boy am I!”

And if diversity of culture is to be such a cherished part of our way of doing things, might it not make more sense to suggest to the Bangladeshi community, let’s say, that they establish a body of English-speaking volunteers to whom their non-English-speaking…are we allowed to call them “compatriots,”  may turn when need arises? No one, I have to say, when I lived in Greece, France or Libya, ever pushed a leaflet through my door telling me I could apply to have official documents sent to me in my native language.

The little I know of it suggests that the problem in accessing mental health services for people from other cultural backgrounds is not language so much as culture, that is, attitudes to mental illness. Admitting to the existence of “madness” in the family is to bring shame on it; it is something to be hidden. This has certainly been my experience with Greece, with fathers of sons, in particular. Sathnam Sangheera’s moving book about growing up in what was essentially a Punjabi Sikh village community in Wolverhampton, The Boy with the Topknot, throws interesting light on this; both his father and a sister suffered from schizophrenia, something he himself did not realize until well into his twenties. Somewhat paradoxically, one might think, it also suggests that coping with illnesses like schizophrenia in the bosom of the clan, a large extended family, may well be far more effective than our more clinical and professional approach.

FP: In the book you’re critical of the standard of many of the staff who are employed by the NHS, in particular you write:

‘When they can, the bureaucrats always claim a long history of involvement in mental health.  But I am not much impressed by the quality – intellectual, in particular – of the people who work ‘in the field of mental health’.  I am not referring to the medical staff: they have had to undergo a rigorous education.  It is the other services that I have my doubts about.  First of all, mental health is a pretty unglamorous, unrewarding and difficult area to work in.  There is a very high proportion of black immigrants with poor language skills – that is to say they cannot speak English intelligibly – employed among the lower echelons.  This is not because blacks are especially gifted or particularly attracted to the caring professions; it is because these are jobs that better qualified people do not want and, being in the public sector, have at the same time a certain cachet or respectability especially for people who come from cultures where being a public employee and wearing,  as it were, the  uniform of the state gives a certain status and power.  There are certainly some saintly people among them, people with real compassion, but when they move, generally for career reasons, into management and administration their shortcomings are quickly shown up.’

Whilst I don’t think that everyone who works for the NHS is a genius, nor that people are never promoted beyond their ability, are you not being a bit harsh here?  The fault here is that, as a society, jobs in the NHS, and especially some in mental health care, are not valued and do not always attract the highest quality staff.  And not only are they not valued, but the UK does not train people for these jobs in sufficient numbers, necessitating recruitment from abroad.  Shouldn’t we be grateful for the people who are prepared to do the jobs rather than admonish them?

TS: I can see that what I have said might be considered harsh by some. There is, however, truth in it and I do not see that skirting around the truth for fear of offending people, as is currently the fashion, helps anyone. I believe that, if in the long run services are to be improved, we have to be allowed to describe things as they are. We have to know where we are starting from.

On a slightly different point: we hear a lot about ethnic and cultural sensitivity. It does not, however, seem to have occurred to anyone that it might be rather a shock to the cultural system and therapeutically not very helpful for a well-educated young English man, arriving in a psychiatric ward for the first time – a pretty frightening experience in itself – to find himself in the care of people who are not English or European even and come from a very different cultural background, with all that means in terms of attitudes to politeness, privacy, the status of the sick and mad and so forth. I remember a ward manager from Mauritius telling me once that he wished he had some white nurses on his staff.

FP: Can you tell us the reactions you have received to your book?

TS: I have had several dozen written responses to the book, in the main from parents and relatives of people with schizophrenia, but also from sufferers, psychiatrists, GPs and people both teaching and studying on nursing degree courses. The vast majority have written to tell me that my story is their story. Often the emphasis is on the sadness and horror of their experience, but many have also found the care system woefully inadequate and many are infuriated by the “politically correct” attitudes that prevail. Some students wrote to tell me that a lecturer had told them off for thinking of their work as “nursing” and “caring,” on the grounds that such terms implied a patronizing attitude to…well, their “clients,” I imagine, hardly their patients. The people who did not like it, somewhat ironically, I could not help thinking, were the mental health charity Rethink!

Incidentally, one GP – married to a psychiatrist – suggested that I was perhaps too generous about the abilities of psychiatrists, pointing out that because psychiatry has been seen as a poor cousin in the medical prestige stakes it has tended to attract less talented practitioners: easier to become a consultant than in cardiology, say!

FP: I’ve heard it said that psychiatry attracts both the best and the worst doctors; alas every speciality has less committed or talented practitioners.  Not so long ago general practice used to be the medical career of last resort, but now they’re running the show!

Do you have any advice for psychiatrists in training?

TS: I think it is vitally important that they acquire – I don’t know how – some understanding of what it is actually like to live with schizophrenia day by day: how it affects your ability to organise a proper diet for yourself, keep yourself clean, fill the long hours of the day when you have no job or organised activity to go to; how it feels, when like my son you sign up for a writing course and have to face fellow-students who are “normal” and have no inkling of what you go through or why you might look a little strange and unkempt; what it is like to set off to go and buy a packet of cigarettes and half-way there be ambushed by your voices so that you are afraid to go any further… Psychiatrists for the most part see their patients in hospital conditions; it is not the same thing.

And talking of cigarettes: has anyone given any thought, in this caring age when we are so quick to legislate for other people’s own good, to the desperate need that people with schizophrenia have to smoke? For some it is practically their only hold on life. It is cruel in the extreme to make it so difficult and expensive for them to smoke.

One more thing: because of all this, psychiatrists really need to accept the importance of keeping in close touch with parents and other family carers and of listening to them as important sources of information. I talk obviously of those who remain involved with the care of their ill relatives. We are the people who see the daily reality and also know what the person was like before becoming ill; we are the ones who know the real worth of the person and that is never entirely destroyed by the illness. Schizophrenia sufferers themselves are notoriously good at concealing the degree of their need and notoriously obstinate in refusing any kind of help. I see little value in defending their freedom to go round the bend and possibly harm themselves or others.

Review of ‘Crazy like us’

Wednesday, January 5th, 2011

There’s a review by me of Ethan Watters’ book Crazy like us in the British Journal of Psychiatry this month.  Unfortunately you’ll need a log-in to read it.  It’s a book about the spread across the world of the American way of conceptualizing mental distress. 

Edited version of my review: I liked it, although some other psychiatrists won’t.

For a summary of his arguments see Watters’ New York Times article.

Other (but less perceptive and not as well written) reviews of the book can be found at:

Time magazine
Neuroskeptic’s blog
Good reads

The Dark Threads review

Thursday, December 30th, 2010

The Dark Threads by Jean Davison makes an interesting contrast to Tim Salmon’s book reviewed on this blog a week ago.  Whilst Salmon despairs at the services available to people with an established mental disorder, Davison’s despair is more fundamental – she was misdiagnosed with a mental disorder, and endured five years of unnecessary treatment. 

As a teenager Davison was extremely shy and home was dysfunction and unsupportive.  Her brother has behavioural problems, but it is Davison who receives psychiatric attention.  Initially consulting her GP for depression, she is soon admitted and receives a diagnosis of schizophrenia seemingly on no more solid a basis than having doubts about her Christian faith.  She receives regular ECT and her prescribed medication that makes her too drowsy to think.  She loses her job and boyfriend. 

From reading the back of the book we know the ending: Jean extracts herself from the psychiatric system but it’s a painful read on the way.  Much of the book reads like a slow motion car crash – Davison’s situation continues to get worse, whilst the people who should have the sense show none. 

Written after the passing of years, there’s very much a sense of Davison trying to make sense of what happened to her.  The chapters are punctuated with extracts from her clinical notes and reflections about her before she became part of the psychiatric system.  The prose is full of rhetorical questions. 

“Why had they given me ECT?  Why had Dr Prior told me there was ‘no risk’? Why had no one told me the truth?”

To what extent were mental health services and psychiatrists at fault for what happened to Jean? We only have one side of the story, but unless Davison is way off the mark she was subject to something that should never happen.  The story is one of someone who got ushered towards mental health services when they had no help to give, who received unnecessary treatment because of clinical overconfidence and who lacked any advocate with the confidence to state a view opposed to that of the doctors.  There is only one sensible psychiatrist portrayed – Dr Copeland – who tells Davison to stop thinking of herself as mentally ill.  He leaves psychiatry to become a GP.

From her afterword Davison clearly thinks that the experience she had is far from impossible today:

“The most frightening that about what happened to me is that most of it could still happen to a young person, to indeed anyone, today.  I was a causality of the narrow medical perspective of conventional psychiatry.  With almost no knowledge of me or the context of my life, psychiatrists swiftly began treatment for what their training told them was an illness requiring brain-changing drugs and ECT.  Over thirty years later, how has psychiatry changed?  Psychiatry has arguably become even more biologically focused.  An increasing number of people experiencing misery due to relationships, employment and other problems connected to life events are prescribed drugs such as Prozac to treat a perceived abnormality of brain neurotransmitters.  ECT is still widely used.”

I’m not sure that I entirely agree with this.* Psychiatric services have changed a great deal during the past thirty years, not least with the widespread closure of High Royds and institutions like it.  If there are careless practitioners this does not discredit the entire approach.  But I am grateful that Jean Davison has written this book – it’s a note of caution aimed at a service that has more power than it sometimes realises. 

* But Christopher Crook – perhaps you do!

Review of Schizophrenia: who cares?

Monday, December 20th, 2010

The travel writer Tim Salmon’s son, Jeremy, developed schizophrenia in the late 1980s.  This book is Salmon’s record and examination of the ‘strange voyage’ that has followed.  It’s a critical, challenging book, but very well written, and never bland.

Schizophrenia turns Salmon’s previously able son into a difficult, paranoid and sometimes violent young man.  He behaves in ‘ways that were strange and inexplicable beyond anything I had ever known, beyond anything I had the language to account for’.  Every aspect of his son’s life is affected, his paranoia making friendships hard and intimate relations more difficult still.  Salmon offers a personal carer’s view on the situation that has developed; the fear and despair he feels as a parent, the hopes, regularly dashed, that his son may eventually lead a more ‘normal’ life. 

As the title suggests, a great deal of the book is devoted to examining Salmon’s pragmatic frustrations with the NHS and one is left with an impression that he wishes to inform but also to vent.  He is not always diplomatic in this regard, and this may explain why this book has not reached a particularly wide audience.  It’s not difficult to sympathize: the constant changes of NHS staff make relationships of trust with professionals hard to form; it takes three years – and a barrage of letters – for a care planning meeting to be held; Jeremy’s hostels are toxic and lonely.  Of one NHS employee he writes:

“He replied that he was going on a course and would no longer be involved in Jeremy’s care.  He had arrived on the scene in January of February, heard my concerns but kept me at arm’s length out of respect for client autonomy, unable without my son’s consent to disclose the time of meetings I had been attending for years, encouraged my son to go on a course which lead to my having to go to Toulouse to rescue him and now, in July, after a mere six months of involvement he was going off on a course and washing his hands of the whole business.  Par, one might say, for the course!”

Salmon is generous towards psychiatrists – whom he regards as ‘scientists, trained to look at evidence, identify facts and call them by their proper name’ – but sharp stones are aimed at managerial staff whom he considers to be often of low intellectual quality.  Salmon’s provocative stance is that their increased involvement in patient care has been associated with a shift of emphasis away from effectively treating and supporting those with mental disorder towards an unhelpful focus on ‘issues around mental health’ – ‘accommodating ethnic diversity, obsessive concerns about confidentiality and patients’ rights’.  He finds the accompanying terminology distasteful: 

The current jargon – empowering, accessing, service-users, delivering services, service-providers, advocacy, client – implies at number of assumptions that in my view are inimical to the cause of the mentally ill.  First it implies a relation between the sick person and his healer that resembles that between the purchaser of a pound of peas and the shopkeeper more than that between what we used to call the patient and the doctor.  Second it seems to imply a sort of hostile intent on the part of the healer: that treatment whether clinical or otherwise is a sort of coercive intervention from which the ‘client’ needs protecting.  Third it implies that the sick person is a rational being capable of taking informed decisions about his own condition and treatment. 

Also an anathema is the repositioning of mental health charities towards addressing all mental health problems, serious or not, and their focus on ‘stigma, fear and prejudice’ at the expense of practical help.  He considers talk of empowerment inappropriate for people with schizophrenia who ‘are not going to move on’ and who need ‘stability, security’ above all else.  The recovery model is dismissed as a fudge as, with this approach, ‘put crudely, you do not need to be well to be called well.’

Salmon’s ultimate conclusion is bleak:

He is difficult my son, it goes without saying, but what use is a system that in thirteen years has not been able to tackle any of his central needs, even the straightforward practical ones like benefits and prescriptions?

As well as offering a personal narrative on the effects of mental illness Schizophrenia: who cares is an uncompromising view of the shortcomings of mental health care in the UK today.  Although such a statement of doubt is valuable in itself, I would have welcomed a more fully developed argument on why the current narrative of recovery and empowerment has taken root.  The current ‘issues around mental health’ approach can be seen as a reaction to historical concerns regarding institutionalization of patients, exclusion of ethnic minorities, and abuse of human rights.  Whilst Salmon may believe that we’ve overshot with our concerns in this regard I doubt he would be in favour of a wholesale return to past practice.  Given his day job it is curious that he is not more sympathetic to the vulnerability of ethnic minorities and a general weakness of this book is Salmon’s generalizations which do not peer beyond his own cultural viewpoint or experiences – some people with schizophrenia can hope for a much better outcome than his son for instance. 

Prologue from the book

What’s in a name? Patient, survivor, client – Tim Salmon letter to The Psychiatrist 2010

All in the mind – Tim Salmon features 15 June 2010

Snow from Ebury Ward

Thursday, December 2nd, 2010

This poem accompanies an interview with Sarah Wardle, and is from her book A Knowable World

Snow from Ebury Ward

Each snowflake is a minute of detainment,
filing the air with falling measures of time,
not settling, but hitting the ground to melt,
like wasted hours, sectioned for losing one’s mind.
Sometimes the wind eddies the snowflakes upwards
and they take longer to sink, as moments stall,
like the sensation that time is going backwards,
that we’re forgotten and no hope’s left at all. 
But somewhere in me there is still delight
to see each snowflake, as in a Midland’s winter. 
And though down south it doesn’t stick, the sight
of snow in March give us a white Easter. 
By lunchtime there’s no trace, but half a day
has been ticked off the time I’ll spend away.

Interview with poet Sarah Wardle

Thursday, December 2nd, 2010

Sarah Wardle, poet and author of ‘A Knowable World’ recently came to speak at a conference I helped organise.  A Knowable World follow’s Sarah’s detainment in a Central London psychiatric hospital for over a year for manic episodes of bipolar disorder and it received positive reviews from both the British Journal of Psychiatry and the Guardian newspaper. I would also recommend it as her poems offer an eloquent glimpse of experiences that are relatively rarely documented.

Sarah has kindly allowed me to publish one of her poems to accompany this interview, which can be found in the post following this one.

 

Can you tell us about the circumstances which lead to you writing ‘A Knowable World’?

I had already had two collections published and in my third book wanted to chronicle time spent in hospital, much as Kate Clanchy chronicled pregnancy and childbirth in her third book, Newborn.

Were these poems written in the large part with events, or afterwards?

Apart from a few at the beginning and end, written before and after, most poems were written on the wards, for example one that begins, ‘The consultant psychiatrist is on the ward./ In his proximity all is hope with the world’.  Others were responses to the daily round of fire alarms and PRN, to snow seen on Easter Sunday from a ward window, or to a fellow patient’s suicide.  The opening poem describes the MRI scan that prompted a previous psychiatrist, Professor Basant Puri, to take me off medication and put me on fish oil.  The closing poem describes walking up Ben Nevis and celebrates being out in the open again.  Writing was a lifeline for me and I was heartened to receive in hospital acceptances from journals, such as The Times Literary Supplement, for poems written on the ward.

In his famous experiment Rosenhan reported the staff commenting on pseudo-patients’ ‘writing behaviour’.  Did the staff ever comment upon your writing? 

I wasn’t writing only poems.  I tried to write, not fight, my way out, for example, writing for tribunals and hearings.  I remember after writing a sonnet to the doctor, a nurse saying he would throw it away. 

What was your aim with AKW – to inform, to record, to heal?  Your poems are often very personal, and are about events about which many people might prefer to get as little attention as possible; did you ever consider not publishing any of the poems?

Yes, my aims were exactly those – to inform, to record, to heal – for others as well as myself, and to make ‘a knowable world’ of such circumstances to those who may have little experience of them and may perhaps stigmatise people who have mental health difficulties.  Hopefully they will have appeal beyond their subject matter.  I have to say, as a writer, I write for the intrinsic pleasure and pastime of writing and this act of concentration helped me in hospital.  Because I value authenticity in writing, I did not self-censor.

 

I’m not generally a reader of poetry, but I was impressed by the emotional immediacy of your poems and their power to compel me to reconsider situations from an alternate viewpoint. Why do poems have this advantage over prose? ( I’m reminded of how Francis Bacon said he wanted to paint portraits: "Not an illustration of reality, but to create images which are a concentration of reality and shorthand of sensation" – perhaps poems are similar.)

Because poetry is midway between music and painting, it can deploy both sound and imagery to affect emotions and transmit truths in a more startling and defamiliarising way than prose. Iambic pentameter, the lifeblood of poetry in English, has a soothing beat and I was interested that when I had the MRI scan, I was told that parts of the brain responsible for music were highlighted, since, as it says in the opening poem, ‘I kept speaking poems I had written/ to myself, trapped inside that white coffin’.

 

Throughout the book there is a sense of your fighting against state systems of containment (the police, components of the mental health system etc.) which suggests a very negative experience – and it’s more than some people’s jobs are worth/to open a locked door or grant a wide berth ("Wild Card") – but yet you are strongly drawn to the psychiatrist who is in charge of your care and also write of missing the ward when you are discharged. How do you reflect now on this apparent contradiction?

Well, I have never literally fought anyone, in terms of punching, or kicking.  Growing up without siblings, I never learnt to fight.  I fought for my liberty by applying to tribunals and hearings and this very system is there so that you can be discharged earlier than your hospital care plan allows.  There is inherent struggle to the psychiatric patient’s position, since you find yourself detained in a challenging environment for the foreseeable future with little explanation of why you must be medicated against your will.

You don’t often glimpse your doctor on the ward, though the consultant allotted to me was more present than others, but when you do, the nursing staff and patients defer to him, plus he holds your release in his hands, so he can become a larger-than-life figure.  One sees policemen even more rarely, but it is a comfort when you do, because they come when you have called them for help, when you feel you are being mistreated.

 I developed a crush, or transference, on the psychiatrist after I’d been A.W.O.L. and he mentioned a poem from my first book, called ‘Flight’.  I must have looked amazed he’d read it because his response to my expression was to cry and I was moved by his sympathy.

The patient may be discharged, as I was, to living alone and it is true that after a whole year of the camaraderie of fellow patients, one has to adjust to silence, but I have no doubt this is preferable.

 

At the Art of Psychiatry conference you were able to meet psychiatrists in an out-of-work context, so you’ve seen us at ‘work  and play’.  What do you think of us?

First, thank you again for inviting me to take part in the conference.  It was a very interesting day and the people I met were thoroughly pleasant. It was cathartic to be faced with a hall of people with sectioning powers and be treated as a working equal, not a ‘patient’.

 

Do you have any advice for the psychiatric profession?

As a lecturer I see a class of students, but try to get to know each one’s writing and themes and read and listen to them as individuals.  In this respect students are like patients and benefit from empathy and individual care.  I would recommend my consultant, Dr Ronnie Taylor, as an example of good practice in this regard.  Some doctors and nurses would do well to remember we are all patients of some specialism in the end.

Review of ‘Movies and Mental illness’

Tuesday, November 30th, 2010

My review of Movies and Mental Illness 3 has been published in the Journal of Mental Health (currently online, but it will be in the next print edition).  I have posted about psychiatry at the cinema previously. 

Unfortunately in order to get the review published I’ve had to sign over my copyright.  So the review is available here, but only to people with a login.  In summary this book exhaustively documents psychopathology as seen in cinema.  Major diagnoses get a chapter each where one film is studied in detail.  At the end of the book there is an appendix of films listed by disorder as well as an exhaustive index.  The authors are evangelical about films as a medium to teach psychopathology.  Personally I prefer documentary and literature.

Review of ‘Estates: An intimate history’

Thursday, October 21st, 2010

The Coalition Government is proposing that council houses ‘for life’ are to be phased out, with new tenancies being of fixed term and tenants being encouraged to find accommodation in the private sector when they are financially able.  No better time to review Estates: An Intimate History by Lynsey Hanley:

Council estates – very often large, indistinguishable blocks of housing found in inner cities and on the outskirts of towns – have become familiar features of the British landscape.  The social problems encountered on many of these estates have meant that, rather than realising the anticipated Bevanite socialist dream, ‘council estate’ has become shorthand for ‘proletarian hell’.

In this part history, part personal memoir journalist Lynsey Hanley looks at the UK’s social housing from both inside and out.  Hanley was born and raised on a Birmingham council estate and writes that this book is ‘an attempt to work out how much of the stubborn rigidity of the British class system is down to the fact that class is built into the physical landscape of the country’ 

Although ‘council housing’ is for many forever associated with unappealing tower blocks, subsidized rented homes were first built by philanthropists in the mid-nineteenth century.  The first ‘council estate’ was the Boundary Estate in Bethnal Green which replaced the notorious Old Nichol slum.  It was World War I which provided the impetus for the first large scale housing funding when Prime Minister David Lloyd George announcing that returning soldiers deserved ‘homes for heroes’.  This initiate was also aimed to have at sidestepping feared Bolshevik revolution. 

Further building took place after the Second World War as four million houses had been destroyed or damaged beyond repair whist the UK population had increased by one million.  The acute housing shortage which followed engendered government targets of 300,000 new homes to be built each year during parts of the 1950 and 1960s. 

Despite reports that the flat accommodation predominately provided proved unsuitable for families and communities alike, these homes were often erected quickly with previous high standards being disregarded.  That the burden of the consequences of this myopia fell directly onto the disadvantaged is a theme to which Hanley returns again and again.  Communities found it hard to establish themselves in the new estates, which were often placed outside towns with poor access to transport or amenities.  Occupants felt unable to police the anonymous stairways and walkways on which they lived and these became havens for antisocial behaviour.  The prosperity of many estates suffered as tenants were predominately employed in poorly paid jobs of the sort that have, with deindustrialization, become progressively more precarious.

In the 1980s Thatcherite reforms meant that those living in council houses were able to purchase their previously rented properties.  Although popular, this has reduced the housing stock available for councils and by Hanley’s reckoning has further marginalizing those unable to step onto the housing ladder.  Such is the continuing unmet demand for social housing that some councils have actually begun to buy back council homes. 

Hanley’s anger that we have created ‘single class concentration camps’ is thus set out; the difficulties in escaping such confines are illustrated by her own experience.  Poor schools situated on council estates have low expectations of their pupils and some of the worst exam results in the country.  In addition there are less tangible barriers to social inclusion or, as Hanley describes (and borrowing a phrase from reunified Germany) a ‘wall in the head’. 

Most social housing is now not actually owned by councils and much of what is now built are mixed developments of social and private housing.  Hanley concludes by relating her own experience of purchasing a council home in East London and her subsequent attempt, as part of a committee of residents, to have the estate redeveloped into something more suitable.  Her vision is proper housing for all, with social housing ‘less distinguishable from private housing in order to give those who rent a more equal chance in life to those who buy’. 

Hanley’s answer to her own question is ‘yes’; council housing has made class segregation worse and whilst many people have a surfeit of choice in their lives, a minority have none.  Although Estates often falls foul of making the similar point again and again, she has nevertheless succeeded in making the subject of social housing compelling. 

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Here’s an interesting paragraph from the book about mental health:

Although many people manage to hold themselves together and even thrive in the single class environment of a council estate, hidden damage is caused by many factors.  First, there is the simple knowledge that you are surrounded by poor people – poor who have drawn the short straw in life and can see no obvious way of lengthening it.  The fact that you are living in a place populated almost exclusively by the poor makes those who are less poor unlikely to enter the area unless they have to, further entrenching its isolation and the stigma of living there.  That isolation in turn limits the aspiration of those poor people by presenting few clear alternatives to the lives being lived around them.  If those lives seem mad and chaotic, that madness and chaos will spread to those who are the most susceptible.  So it spirals down.  The sense that you are fettered by circumstances beyond your control – lack of money, a house that you have not chosen to live in, noisy and antisocial neighbours – will, if left unchecked, inevitably lead to depression and general poor health.  …. In American housing projects, the ‘ghetto miasma’ that is said to cast a pall over the lives of the (overwhelmingly black) poor lifts miraculously from anyone who is moved out of them to single family homes on the edge of the countryside.

 

Folie à deux? “Madness in the fast lane”

Tuesday, October 12th, 2010

Last month’s BBC documentary ‘Madness in the fast lane‘ has just come to my attention.   It tells the story of Ursula and Sabina Eriksson, two Swedish twins, who were captured on camera as they ran into the traffic on the M6 – apparently without motivation.  One spent months in hospital, whilst the other was released from police custody and subsequent events lead to a murder trial. 

Unfortunate title aside, the twin’s behaviour appears to have been the result of an episode of folie à deux so is of interest to students of mental disorder. 

The documentary is available in four parts on YouTube

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

 

Folie à deux

Shared delusional disorder was first described in 1860 by Jules Baillarger, who called the syndrome folie à communiqué.  It was later described by Charles Lasègue and Jules Falret, who coined  ‘folie à deux’ in 1877. Other names, including shared psychotic disorder, shared delusional disorder, and induced psychotic disorder, have also been suggested.

In folie à deux, one individual develops a delusional belief in the context of a close relationship with another person who already has an established delusional idea. The key features of the disorder are the unquestioning acceptance of the other individual’s delusional beliefs and the temporal sequence of development of the disorder, with one of the individuals having an earlier onset.   Although shared psychotic disorder usually involves two individuals, it may involve more than two individuals, including entire family units.  The delusion resolves in the second person on separation.

Acute polymorphic psychotic disorder

This is a diagnostic category from ICD-10 and is found under the category of ‘Acute and transient psychotic disorder’ (F23).  It is further subdivided into acute polymorphic psychotic disorder without symptoms of schizophrenia (F23.0) and acute polymorphic psychotic disorder with symptoms of schizophrenia (F23.1).

Acute psychotic disorders are characterized by one or a combination of acute onset of delusions, hallucinations or incomprehensible or incoherent speech.   Acute polymorphic psychotic disorder is a variant where symptoms change rapidly in both type and intensity from day to day or within the same day.  The episode remits completely with no residual symptoms and are not due to substance use.

The diagnostic guidelines are influenced by several historical syndromes including bouffée délirante (literally a ‘puff of madness’).  The syndrome was introduced by Valentin Magnan (1835–1916) and Paul-Maurice Legrain (1860–1939) in 1895 as caused by ‘degeneration’, a 19th-century view that attributed mental illness to the spread of modern civilization and urban life.