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August 31, 2007

Am I prete?

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Well, today I'm packing and panicking and getting ready for my eights days in Paris. (I'll still be blogging because there's a computer in the apartment where I'm staying. It just might be erratic.) I'm going with my parents for their 40th anniversary. Yes, you heard that right. For their 40th anniversary, they could have had anything in the world, and what they wanted more than ever to commemorate this romantic milestone was to bring their daughter with them to the most romantic city in the world. I'm sorry, but if that isn't the most Jewish thing in the world, I don't know what is.

Here are two good reasons to get out of the U.S. for a few days:

Robin Givens (pictured) pretends to be an expert on depression and Owen Wilson -- and FOX allows it

Headlines like this one: Mental health program faces bleak future

August 30, 2007

He's got a thing going on...

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I don't know if it's my age or the fact that we're both from Philly or what, but I loooooove Billy Paul -- and now it turns out there's just one more reason to love him: He's in recovery! (Also, and not incidentally, his website features a photo of him with his dog, Bijou. Anyone who loves his dog that much is okay in my book.) If you don't know -- Simon? As you're from the other side of the world? But isn't music the universal language? -- Billy Paul is a soul singer whose biggest hit, I suppose, was "Me and Mrs. Jones," a fabulous song brilliantly and recently referenced, BTW, by Amy Winehouse, another troubled musician -- but that's another story.

Anyhoo, September is National Recovery Month, and so the Grammy Award-winner and his wife, Blanche, will present their personal story at the Philadelphia Department of Behavioral Health and Mental Retardation Services' First Friday Series. The timing is awkward for those of you with jobs. But if you can sneak away, it'll probably be quite interesting.

Date: Friday, September 7, 2007
Location: Community College Of Philadelphia
Bonnell Auditorium, 1700 Spring Garden Street
Time: 10:00am-2:00pm

But registration is required! So email wendy.williams-blackson@phila.gov for a registration form.

R.I.P. Michael Amyx

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EVS sends this sad story, and it's one of those times when an article really makes you feel like you knew the kid. Such a bright light. It's especially disturbing because you don't get a sense, as you sometimes do, that people were ignoring the situation or not paying attention to warning signs or anything like that. I think his mom, Kathy, got it right when she said, "I really think he was a depressed teenager that made a stupid choice." If the rope broke, he would've looked back on that attempt as an awful moment in a difficult adolescence. The fact that he succeeded is the tragedy -- a mistake.

The second-to-last paragraph made me cry.

Teen's suicide is a loss that can't be undone

AstraZeneca has some luck

Seroquel XR got the okay in the Netherlands for use in schizophrenia. Wait, I must be dreaming: I don't see anything wrong with that!

AstraZeneca's schizophrenia drug gets the nod in the Netherlands

August 29, 2007

Victory!

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An important update in the case of Simone D., the Latina woman who was being compelled to have ECT against her will. The ostensible reason for the hospital's insistence was that Simone would starve without the treatment, but her lawyers proved this was baseless. As in the John Kelly case, I have no doubt that this victory could not have been achieved without the work of activists and organizations like MindFreedom.

Thanks to Susan R. for getting me up to speed!

Simone D. wins!

Effexor and weight gain

Today I got the below reply to one of my scintillating YouTube videos:

Hey, I watched a video of yours where you said you gained weight directly because you took effexor. The reason I am watching a bunch of videos is because I have some mental illnesses and I recently got on effexor. I took paxil a couple years ago but stopped, but this isn't about me. :)

I think you are sadly mistaken and trying to make excuses. Effexor can't make you gain weight, unless your thyroid slowed down or some other medical connection occured.

Did you slow down on your daily activity? Did you eat more calories?

I know the satisfaction of eating junk food....when I was depressed a few months ago and all alone I would get fast food and eat 2000 calories worth of crap in 1 meal and it made me feel so good, my cravings were insane. Now I'm fortunate enough to move back with my parents and have an easier situation. I'm huge into nutrition and I like to lift weights to stay toned, and my diet is 90% good foods and I avoid sweets almost all together. I count my calories. Any weight I gain should go to muscle. I lost 20 pounds of muscle since my prime a few years ago before I got depressed.

You probably don't care but I just had to speak up for some reason. I think you're just making excuses and I hope you are, because I can't see myself gaining "fat" from effexor 150mg. Especially if I lift weights, eat a great well planned diet, and do some walking.

You scared me....I guess. lol

It's true that the connection between weight gain and Effexor isn't exactly set in stone, and true, too, that when I'm depressed or anxious or ... breathing, I tend to eat too much. Interestingly, while Wyeth may have worried about Effexor's weightogenic properties in the past, it will no longer have exclusive rights to such worries for long; see: the Wall Street Journal's Wyeth's Pipeline Hits a Snag. I, on the other hand, will be worrying about them for years and years.

Ah, women

Thanks for the support, guys. I'm feeling somewhat better. The anxiety has been really out of control, something that doesn't happen too often with me.

Susan S. is a help, as always, with the below article:

Women top men as seekers of online health info

No surprise there, right ladies?

August 28, 2007

As crazy as the man on the moon

Thanks to Joe G. for letting me know Lisa Nowak is going to plead temporary insanity. That's what I'm pleading today, and perhaps in the last few days and the few to come. Seriously, I'm dealing with unbelievable anxiety issues.

Former astronaut Lisa Nowak will claim temporary insanity

August 27, 2007

Just Like You and Me: Almost half the population in Zimbabwe?

ZimOnline (cute name, that) reports that 40 percent of Zimbabweans suffer from mental disorders. This is staggering to me, but in a country where unemployment stands at 80 percent (!) I guess it's not entirely unlikely. At the same time, demand for alcohol is extremely high.

Mental illness rife in Zimbabwe

Headlines: Monday Morning Edition

File under good news: Deputies Find Missing Woman

And a top o' the mornin': World experts to attend suicide conference in Killarney

Least surprising headline of the morning: Mental health funding helps many gain stability

August 24, 2007

Sisters

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As if the world needed more memoirs, Mary Loudon has written about her journey to "discover" her schizophrenic sister, Catherine -- after Catherine's death from breast cancer.

I haven't read the book. But I can't help feeling there's something mercenary about finally plumbing the depths of your sister's life after she's gone, particularly when you haven't seen her for many years. The author, Mary, claims Catherine wasn't much into the family, though it sounds as though she had a fairly involved relationship with their parents.

Writers are vultures -- I should know. I comb the carcass of every experience roughly, oh, two seconds after I have it, hoping the shreds will amount to a column, a post, a poem, a video, a book. It's disgusting, and perfectly natural at the same time.

But there are places even I wouldn't go. My sister and I, though we love each other, are kind of estranged, and that's partly my fault. If she dies tomorrow, I won't be writing a book about her, turning her pain into my own. It's not fair. It's not my story to tell.

The few pages of the book I managed to read on Amazon also made me uncomfortable. Mary was the "lucky" sister, pretty and married and smart and a mother and successful writer. "I enjoyed great good fortune," she writes. "It looks as if Catherine and I began our lives in the same place but we didn’t. She had schizophrenia and I did not." There is something smug and kind of icky about all this self-congratulation, even in the context of sympathy. It's as if she assumes her loser schizo sister deserves her pity, when in fact it sounds to me like she lived a pretty okay life for the last 12 years or so.

Anyway, now Mary is the lucky sister again -- in part because she's co-opted the unlucky. Then again, as one of the book blurb reads: "Mary Loudon sets out to learn the story of her vanished sister, but winds up finding herself."

Ew.

Relative Strangers

Such a lovely piece of writing, I had to share it with you

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From Kent, one of the TTWS faithful (thankfully):

That pigeon photo reminds me of something that happened to me last Spring. Coming back from my favorite Starbucks one morning, I saw two pigeons at the foot of a big cement planter by the edge of a bridge. One of them was standing right next to the planter, so close that it was completely out of the rain (which was coming down at an angle), with its head slumped way forward. The other one was sort of standing beside the first, away from the planter. It seemed to be making little noises towards the first one.

Later that morning, after the rain had stopped, I came back to that same place. The first pigeon was still there, and still in that same slumped forward position, but this time it was all alone. I guess its companion must've finally realized that it wasn't going to wake up. Sometimes I think people don't give animals like pigeons enough credit for having thoughts and feelings.

About the Jersey shore - I've never been there, but I think I remember seeing ads for some amusement park at Asbury Park inside comic books that I used to read when I was very young. To be able to take a weekend trip or even a day trip to someplace like that seems to me to be an important sign of mental health, and a good way to help maintain it. I think the ease of being able to do that is one advantage that the northeastern U.S. has over other, less sparsely populated areas. I remember once taking a trip like that with a friend from Boston to the historic town of Concord, Massachusetts. We took a train (I think it was a "commuter train" - run mainly for commuters, but I'm not sure).

The sense of independence and adventure that experiences like that can give you - even when things don't go exactly right - can really improve your outlook on life and the world in general. I think it's a shame that poverty prevents many people from being able to have such experiences. It's a shame that poverty is such a constant companion to so many of us who have been through the mental health system - I think such poverty is often one of the biggest obstacles to recovery.


[Photo of Asbury Park, New Jersey, by Sister72]

August 23, 2007

R.I.P. Grace Paley

Ah, one of my favorite writers. I felt like I knew her.

Grace Paley, Writer and Activist, Dies

The Trouble With Spikol: Print Edition: The Mysteries of This Burgh

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Summer is the time of year I actually look around me. In winter and even fall, my sensitivity to cold means I’m so smothered in fleece and down, I’m unable to move a ski-gloved pinkie, let alone lift my swaddled head.

So I’m always surprised to see the city again. Once we get past the rainy spring, I see the sun alight on lovely things—fountains, trees, line-drawn stickers on dumpsters.

People seem more alive, and less fully clad, and I feel fondness toward them. I find myself striking up conversations at the bus stop, holding doors open and saying “God bless you!” when someone sneezes, even if they’re 50 yards away. Because though they won’t hear it, the Cosmic Being Who Lives in My Head will, and he’ll know I am kind, even in the presence of a stranger’s mucus.

I always tell people how much I love the heat. I lived in Texas for a few years, so I came to think of it as sensual rather than head-spinningly revolting. But my self-satisfied proclamations fizzle when it’s 99 degrees out with 99 percent humidity. Then I get cranky, and think, “Hold the door yourself, bitch.” Only I say it in my head as “beyotch”—I guess because I’m a dork.

Lately I notice most of my thoughts are prefaced with, “Why the hell … ?” It signifies the end of summer: Things that were passingly strange for two months have now taken on an impenetrable veil of inscrutability. After frustrating weeks of trying to solve the mysteries below, I’m sending out the alarm and hoping you can help. If not, I’ll just call SEPTA. About all of them.

On the Broad Street Line, there’s a recorded female voice that warns the doors are closing. Why does she say, “Da-aws closin’,” as though she’s from the South? Did Philly buy Alabama’s subway recording? (If we did, it’s because we could get it for cheap.) Personally, I’d prefer a nice, wide Philly accent for the Broad Street Line, along the lines of a dipthongy, “Doaws cloh-sing, airight?”

Why don’t conductors on the regional rail know how to pronounce town names? You’d think they’d be the experts. I know they don’t live in Daylesford, necessarily, or Upsal, but I feel like the two prerequisites of the conductor job are to be able to enunciate, loudly, and to have some familiarity with a hole punch. Is that asking too much? A native Tupelhockonian needs to interrupt the next time one of those sonorous baritones mangles their town name. They need to take a stand. Rise up, Tupelhocken! Rise up!

I know everyone talks about how Philly smells in the summer. It’s passe to even mention it. I’m guessing it was first discussed in the summer of 1776. Yet I must ask: Why does the parking lot of a certain 43rd and Walnut supermarket sometimes smell like poo? I was there with a friend visiting from L.A., and she was horrified by the odor—which of course, being a Philadelphian, I hadn’t even noticed. We determined it was emanating from a giant brownish puddle of water (we hope, we hope), which we wisely avoided. It made L.A. smog seem like Febreze.

Why do people feel smug when they’re seated at an outdoor table? They peer out at the pedestrians with pity and condescension, whispering about us in low tones as they feed each other calamari and sip overpriced wine. So what if I’m plodding by with one of my cute flats mangled beneath my heel because its cuteness gave me a blister? So what if my sweater’s on backward and you can see the tag is the old-font Gap (but before the old font became new again)? It’s not like you sit down at Rouge and a Boxer dog-fairy turns you into a royal. Hear this, sidewalk superiors: Your reign lasts only as long as your post-dinner coffee.

In one subway or another—I can’t keep track anymore—there’s a McDonald’s ad celebrating African-American franchise owners in Philadelphia. It features a photo of about 20 men and women laughing and pointing as if they’re in the same room, though it looks like (and this might be intentional in a horribly misguided way) they’re just cut out and pasted together. The poor quality of the ad isn’t baffling—seen one local-yokel ad campaign, seen ’em all. What is baffling is that the woman at the center of the photo—the one around whom all this bonhomie swirls—is white. And blond. And white. Months of study of this advertisement hasn’t made her blacker. Who is this mysterious pale ingenue?

Of course I have more such observations, but most of my confusion is self-directed. Why do I think flip-flops and an old pedicure is the equal of work shoes? Why does every short-sleeved summer shirt I put on make my upper arms look like sausage links? Why do I find myself telling doubters that the Jersey shore in summer is as good as the Riviera?

Some questions are better left unanswered, I suppose. For all the rest, there’s SEPTA.

[Photo, by me, of a dead pigeon in the subway. Why, dead pigeon, why? Another mystery.]

Just the Facts

>>Website that trumpets African-American franchise ownership: www.black365.com

>>Legume alternative to smelly West Philly supermarket: Produce truck on 48th between Locust and Spruce streets.

>>Outdoor eating where no one acts superior: Saigon Cafe, 43rd and Spruce streets.

>>New Jersey shore town that’s not like the Riviera but has some great old glamour, national rock acts and a gay resort: Asbury Park.

>>Last day to take advantage of SEPTA’s Mann Center Bus Loop, which goes from Center City to the Mann Center for the Performing Arts: Sept. 22.

Downgraded

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I keep getting headlines about hurricane Dean in my email in-box because of Google news alerts: "Dean Downgraded to Tropical Depression," for instance. And I was thinking, wouldn't it be great if the meteorological powers that be could do that for my mental health status? The headlines would read, "Spikol Downgraded to Temporary Depression; Danger Over by Wednesday." Then I'd know I could be back at work in a couple days and I wouldn't have to panic over whether my mental house would have its roof blown off.

August 22, 2007

Janssen parties tonight

Kent emailed to say Risperdal has been approved by the FDA for kids between the ages of 13 and 17.

Adult drug OK'd for kids

My brain itches. Will you scratch it?

Got an email from Philip Dawdy about academic freedom. I then spent the next several hours reading transcripts, articles and assorted documentation, and have concluded that I can no more encapsulate this story than turn water into wine. Please refer to his website for what's an extremely interesting and confounding discussion, including a subplot about Munchausen's By Proxy -- a diagnosis that I don't think is ENTIRELY unwarranted, at least not if you have a Jewish mother.

Muzzling Academics, British Style

Bipolar Made Me Do It: Grab Elie Wiesel

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We know two things about Eric Hunt (pictured), of Vernon, N.J.: He has serious psychiatric problems, and he was interested in Holocaust denial for a few years before he confronted Elie Wiesel at a peace conference earlier this year. Sometimes, these two things can go together in disastrous ways, as in the case of Rusty Weston, or Richard Bauhammers. In this case, luckily, little harm was done, despite erroneous media reports, like this one at sfist, saying he tried "to beat the holy hell" out of Wiesel, which is not at all clear.

What is clear is that, at a meeting of a peace conference, he confronted Wiesel in an elevator, asked to speak to him, grabbed him, tried to drag him down the hallway, and then fled when Wiesel screamed. Wiesel was not injured; he was merely grabbed. He wasn't even wrestled to the ground, or punched, or hit.

I'm Jewish, and not fond, shall we say, of Holocaust deniers. Nor am I fond of unwarranted grabbing. But this man is ill; when police located him to arrest him, he was already in a psychiatric hospital. Prosecutors -- who don't deny Hunt's mental illness -- are overzealously charging him with attempted battery, stalking, kidnapping, false imprisonment, elder abuse and false imprisonment of an elder, compounded, in each case, by a hate crime allegation. If convicted, he'll serve seven years.

I'm not defending Hunt's views on the Holocaust, but I'm suggesting they may have been inflected by illness. In the recent past, in a psychotic moment, I saw an old man's eyes seem to drip blood. I didn't act on it, but what if I leaned across the table and shoved a tissue in his face until he screamed? Should I be charged with elder abuse? I realize that's an imprecise analogy, but this is complicated. I hope Wiesel -- who should understand complexity after all these years -- will consider the prosecutorial strategy and perhaps intervene when the case goes to trial.

Vernon Man to Stand Trial

[Thanks to Susan S. for letting me know about this story. I couldn't do this without you guys.]

August 21, 2007

That's it?

In the days of multimillion-dollar lawsuits, I can't help feeling this settlement isn't much of a win for the plaintiffs. Below is the entirety of Michael P. Buffer's article from the Wilkes-Barre (Pa.) Citizens Voice:

The Luzerne County Correctional Facility Board voted Monday to pay $150,000 to settle a lawsuit about a 1995 suicide in the prison.

Luke Blumer, 19, hanged himself on Dec. 13, 1995, with bedsheets and shoelaces. The lawsuit alleged prison officials knew the Hazleton man was suicidal but still placed him in cell by himself without adequate supervision.

His wife, Nicole Blumer, and attorney, Joseph Rich, the administrator of his estate, sued the county.

The county is not accepting responsibility for the suicide by settling, Solicitor Jim Blaum said. The settlement was recommended by the county’s outside legal counsel, Blaum said.

The county must pay for expenses because it did not have liability insurance for the prison during the time the suit was filed.

Blumer was serving a sentence for burglary and criminal trespass. His sentence was for a minimum of two years.

Deinstitutionalization: I know I should jump this, but I can't

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Recently I worried about the pending closure of Mayview Hospital, home to more than 200 people with severe mental illness. My concern is for their future: Where will they go? What will they do? What if they don't have family or community resources? Will they end up homeless?

My nervousness for their future provoked a few reponses, particularly after I suggested that deinstitutionalization has failed many people, and I cited Philadelphia in particular. But that's oversimplifying things -- something that's all too easy to do on a blog.

Mental health care advocate extraordinaire Fran Hazam sent out a very interesting report, "Learning From History: Deinstitutionalization of People with Mental Illness As Precursor to Long-Term Care Reform," by the Kaiser Foundation -- coincidentally published just a few days ago. It does a good job of examining the key mistakes made in the past, one of which was an overreliance on families as a source of support. (When you ask families to take on the role of professional caregivers, maybe you end up with TAC. Just a thought. And an overly simplistic one, at that!)

The Kaiser report identified the following as some of the mistakes in past deinsitutionalization policy:
Inappropriate living situations, insufficiently provided essential services; insufficient connection between state policy for institutions and federal policy for community care; insufficient resources; multiple funding streams were uncoordinated; and discrimination in housing.

Thankfully, we can learn from those mistakes. And in the case of Philadelphia, we did and we have, as Susan Rogers, of the Mental Health Association of Southeastern Pennsylvania, points out. She writes:

You write, “Though it’s generally cause for celebration when people get out of the hospital, we've seen, especially in cities like Philly, how deinstitutionalization failed many former patients, who ended up homeless and hungry.” Liz, it is not state hospital closings that render people homeless; it is the lack of decent, affordable housing.

I’d like to call your attention to an article from the Philadelphia Inquirer (“Mentally Ill’s Safety Net Found Strong,” 5/13/96), about a Pew study of what happened to people after Philadelphia State Hospital was closed. The third and fourth paragraphs read:

The city [of Philadelphia] can care for its mentally ill population without a state institution as a safety net, according to a new study funded by The Pew Charitable Trusts. ``The dire predictions of lack of access to care, of homelessness, of people sitting on grates throughout the city don't appear to be borne out by the data,'' said Carolyn Asbury, Pew's director for health and human services.

In fact, the closing of Philadelphia State Hospital sparked a revolution in the city’s public mental health system. You say “deinstitutionalization failed many former patients.” This is true of the deinstitutionalization movement of the early 1960s, when people were released from institutions with no provisions made to serve them in the community. It is very different from the closing of Philadelphia State Hospital, when the Coalition for the Responsible Closing of Philadelphia State Hospital made sure that the dollars supporting the hospital followed the patients into the community to set up a system of services and supports, so that they wouldn’t fall through the cracks. This system was also designed to serve what is known as the “diversion” population – people who would have been served by the state hospital if it had remained open.

Clearly, people must have stable housing in the community, along with the services and supports they need in order to live successfully there. According to the article you posted from the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, state officials are working on making sure that these things are in place. And I do believe that, any time people who have been locked up in an institution are released to live their lives in freedom, it is a cause for celebration.

I agree with that, of course. I want people to be free and well. I'm just a worrier, I guess. And maybe I'm only worrying about a small number of people, as the Kaiser report suggests:

Clearly, deinstitutionalization policy has been a success for most people who might in other times be in a public psychiatric hospital. But for many it has fallen short of providing the services necessary to move toward recovery and have a desirable quality of life. For a small minority (about 1% of those with serious mental illness, or 136,000 people in 2000) now incarcerated in jail and prison, the situation is particularly bad.

My understanding is that that number is quite a bit higher now. I also worry about quality of life. I know it's better to be out of an institution. I just wish we could find a way for people to be more successful when they come out, particularly when they're older. Again, from the Kaiser report:

Still unaddressed are problems of poverty. SSI condemns recipients to live with incomes at about 75 percent of the federal poverty level. As a result, in 2004, they would have needed 110 percent of their entire monthly income to rent a modest one-bedroom unit. Many individuals now in nursing homes have depleted their resources and will be left with SSI or similarly low incomes. Many elderly individuals living in the community will be in similar situations. Addressing the problems of abject poverty will take a comprehensive effort.

Luckily, in 2007, we are better prepared than ever before to deal with a hospital closing like this one. I feel confident that Susan is correct, and I will try my best not to worry so much.

[Photo by atomicpuppy68]

August 20, 2007

First Person, Singular: What It Feels Like

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A while back, I asked Adam Black to write about what it's like when he feels suicidal. This is what he sent in:

"where i am"

in a pitch dark room, stone floor, stone walls, alone curled, sitting on my heels, knees tucked into my chin total silence this thing you call emotion, hitting me, mercilessly like a many-tailed whip, laying open my back the blows keep coming, they never stop i know help is not coming, will never be coming i can't be helped, i'm too much of an aberration blows so fast and neverending, my back doesn't have a chance to heal i've been here so long there is nothing left to scream about sometimes i think that time has stopped i know i deserve this and i try to accept that its only emotions and nothing for it but control at my feet, a knife, always taunting offering the possibility of an ending far too final why is it always either agony or death?

i breathe in emotion, scream in emotion, bleed the emotion can't even imagine what help would look like no longer know what safety feels like there is no answer to this room but endure, or not this night i'd give my life to have it stop


[Photo by Patrick Denker]

No, the Altoona Mirror isn't in the next installment of Harry Potter

It's a Pennsylvania newspaper that features a pretty good article about suicide behind bars:

Death behind bars Prison suicides linked to risk factors, inability to cope By Phil Ray

Nathan J. Aughenbaugh of Morrisdale was placed in Blair County Prison June 21 for a probation violation after his vehicle was stopped by Tyrone police.

The 27-year-old college student told a judge that he suffered from chronic pain, anxiety and depression. He was on prescription medication for the pain and other problems.

* * *

Aughenbaugh wasn’t a typical criminal. He wasn’t selling drugs or committing robberies. He wasn’t violent.

His father, James C. Aughenbaugh of West Decatur, said his son was smart, on the debate team in high school and a student leader at Edinboro University.

Mostly recently, he attended Penn State Altoona. He wanted to teach political science and become a college professor.

‘‘He had so many friends at Edinboro, Altoona, Clearfield, Philipsburg. ... He just couldn’t control the drug thing,’’ the elder Aughenbaugh said.

The courts went easy on Nathan Aughenbaugh, placing him on probation without verdict, a disposition that focuses on treatment as opposed to jail.

A letter presented in court from a Tyrone doctor pointed out that Nathan Aughenbaugh suffered from chronic pain because of an accident and outlined the medical treatment he was receiving.

* * *

Nathan Aughenbaugh was the type of prisoner who raises red flags when he enters Blair County Prison, based on the mental health history and mental status of the inmate upon incarceration.

A screening test indicated he should be placed on suicide watch, meaning a corrections officer should have checked on him every 15 minutes.

An inmate on watch is gradually phased into the prison population and finally placed in a cellblock.

His progress is monitored by Jennifer Feathers, a forensic specialist and an employee of Altoona Regional Health System.

The hospital is under contract with PrimeCare, a Harrisburg-based company that provides medical care to inmates, and Feathers assesses the risk factors of inmates coming into the jail.

If placing the inmate on watch and working with him to identify problems and establish treatment goals doesn’t work, the jail can petition for a 90-day mental health commitment, Feathers said.

Male inmates are sent to Warren State Hospital, and female inmates to Mayview State Hospital.


Feathers, corrections officers and other jail officials undergo regular training to spot and deal with high-risk inmates like Aughenbaugh; yet suicides, although few in number, occur on a regular basis in county jails and state prisons.

* Jeremy Montgomery, 26, of Altoona, who was being held as a robbery suspect in Lehigh County Prison for an alleged probation violation, hanged himself Tuesday with a bedsheet in his cell. Montgomery also was serving a three- to 23-month sentence for possession of a controlled substance.

* The State Correctional Institution at Smithfield reported June 25 the hanging death of Joseph Kapa, who was serving a 10- to 20-year sentence for robbery. In a letter to the Mirror from Smithfield inmate David Lusick, who calls himself ‘‘The Law Dog,’’ says Kapa was distressed because he was being antagonized by another inmate.

* David A. Popish of Beaverdale committed suicide in April at Cambria County Prison.

* Jeremy Shane Corbin, 32, of Bellwood, who was in Blair County Prison on domestic issues, committed suicide in October. Like Aughenbaugh, he too was found to be a high-risk inmate upon incarceration.

* In September, during a bloody standoff with murder suspect Torone Dixon, another inmate in Cambria County Prison, whose name has not been released, killed himself. Coroner Dennis Kwiatkowski believes that suicide occurred ‘‘probably because the opportunity arose.’’

* Other suicides during the past year have occurred at state correctional institutions in Rockview, Huntingdon and Houtzdale. Susan McNaughton, spokeswoman for the state Department of Corrections, reported that five state inmates killed themselves in 2006, while four committed suicide in the first seven months of 2007.

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Inmate suicide is relatively rare considering the thousands of men and women who are incarcerated and admitted to Pennsylvania’s jails and prisons annually.

Blair County alone processes 150 to 200 inmates each month.

Yet suicide is something Blair County officials have to live with and think about every day.

Marc Masucci, the jail’s treatment supervisor, classifies inmates. As part of his job, he asks inmates questions, ideally within 24 hours of commitment, that help identify risk.

Officers who admit inmates also are trained to assess risk, and they place inmates on suicide watch if they consider a person at risk when Feathers isn’t present, Masucci said.

An inmate is kept under watch until Feathers can provide professional assessment.

The job of assessing risk, however, is a tough one that requires jail authorities to try to walk in the shoes of the inmate.

‘‘We have to watch for the signs. It’s hard to read these guys,’’ Masucci said.

Feathers and Masucci pointed out that what may be a crisis for one person is not for another.

Aughenbaugh and Corbin, for example, were behind bars for relatively minor offenses and probably didn’t face a long time in jail, but the stress of going to jail for such a person can be enormous, Masucci said.

Feathers said some inmates lack coping skills, and their mood changes when they feel they can’t handle a situation at a given moment.

In his mind, an inmate sees himself possibly losing his family, his job, his home and his freedom, Masucci said.

‘‘That’s a shock to a lot of guys,’’ he said.

Other inmates may experience severe mental health problems or be drug abusers who keep returning to jail and ‘‘feel they can’t get out of this cycle,’’ Masucci said.

Sometimes a suicide attempt may be a way of getting attention, he said.

Kwiatkowski put prison suicide in perspective, saying, ‘‘Jail is not a pleasant place to be.’’

* * *

Blair County’s Acting Warden John Wagner said a suicide attempt can occur on the spur of the moment, like it did with one inmate who was arguing with his girlfriend on the phone.

After the call, he went to a second tier at the jail and jumped off. He landed on a metal table and did not die.

Wagner said Blair officers this year have saved four or five inmates attempting to commit suicide.

* * *

Prisons didn’t always assess inmates or help them cope with their problems. But in June 1995, a project headed by Lindsay M. Hayes through the National Center on Institutions and Alternatives in Mansfield, Mass., threw a spotlight on inmate suicide.

According to her report, the issue ‘‘must be viewed in the context of a process by which an inmate is ill-equipped to handle certain stressful factors of confinement.

‘‘Over time, these factors can include loss of outside relationships, conflicts within the facility, victimization, further legal problems, physical and emotional breakdown and a wide variety of other problems.

‘‘When an inmate cannot effectively cope with these stressors, the result can be varying degrees of suicidal behavior,’’ the report stated.

In 2000, Hayes held a workshop on suicide prevention for county jails in Pennsylvania. McNaughton said the workshop was set up through the National Institute of Corrections.

Now Pennsylvania’s local jails, like Blair, have a process in place to help high-risk inmates, even though it isn’t always successful.

At the state level, McNaughton said all prison staff are trained to recognize early signs of suicide risk and prevention.

Inmates at risk are placed under observation, and an after-care plan outlines what steps to take after an inmate is released from observation.

“Although unfortunate, there are times when inmates commit suicide despite our efforts,’’ McNaughton said.

When that happens, a review team determines what can be learned from the incident.

“The aim is to help all staff become more proficient at detecting preventable incidents before their occurrence,’’ she said.

I forgot my meds

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I go to the Jersey shore pretty much every weekend in the summer, for various activities usually involving boating, fishing, wading, beachcombing, boardwalking, candy-eating, and old motels. It's very fun, and I'll be sorry to see it all go. We love to load our little truck up with things -- including a cooler filled with food and drink -- and set off on adventure, and we've been to just about every town you might imagine, and even many you've never heard of before. My favorite part is staying in the odd little roadside motels -- not franchises, but motels named M&M, or Seaside, or Tennytown, or Royal Flush, or some other name that an immigrant owner thought might attract natives wandering by. Usually there are some people living on the premises, and that's always a little sad, imagining children growing up in a motel because their parents don't have enough stability to own a home, or even rent an apartment.

Anyway, this weekend's idyll was disrupted by an unprecedented event: I forgot to bring my meds. All I had was one Ativan. That meant I'd have to go for one night without my Seroquel, Lamictal and Effexor. I've gone without the Seroquel and Lamictal before, and I find it rather unfun. But I've never gone one night without Effexor, and it scares me. I've heard so many horror stories about brain zaps and what have you, and I was afraid that without the Lam. or Eff., I could have a seizure. I was so terrified, that I drove all the way home and all the way back in the dark. I got back to the little motel at 11:30 p.m., exhausted but appropriately medicated.

The whole thing made me so upset. I hate depending on meds this way. On the other hand, thank god I have them in my life. To enjoy a weekend -- that seemed impossible for so many years.

August 17, 2007

If only I lived in Pittsburgh

The old Mayview State Hospital is closing down, forcing 220 residents out to find their way in a world without sufficient psychiatric services. Though it's generally cause for celebration when people get out of the hospital, we've seen, especially in cities like Philly, how deinstitutionalization failed many former patients, who ended up homeless and hungry. If I lived in Pittsburgh, I would buy a video camera and spend five years documenting 10 patients leaving Mayview, and see where they ended up and why. Those with supportive families, I'm guessing, won't end up homeless. Those without families and without money? It's a tougher road, no matter the goodwill intended.

State to close Mayview Hospital

R.I.P. Liam Rector

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The Remarkable Objectivity of Your Old Friends
by Liam Rector

We did right by your death and went out,
Right away, to a public place to drink,
To be with each other, to face it.

We called other friends - the ones
Your mother hadn't called - and told them
What you had decided, and some said

What you did was right; it was the thing
You wanted and we'd just have to live
With that, that your life had been one

Long misery and they could see why you
Had chosen that, no matter what any of us
Thought about it, and anyway, one said,

Most of us abandoned each other a long
Time ago and we'd have to face that
If we had any hope of getting it right.

Liam Rector, 57, a Poet and Educator, Dies

August 16, 2007

A mother's pledge

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Stephany speaks from the heart:

I, too, am a parent who loves my daughter and respects her illness [and my own]. It's been a long road for her, and myself as well. One thing I have learned, which sounds too simple--is that I cannot make her well. I can walk alongside of her the best I can, and I've seen her sleeping in urine in ERs, Ive seen her stop traffic with her body.

She is the same person, the same daughter who I will love forever, though I may not like how things are, it's imperative to respect the person. I have learned to embrace what you said here: "If you had talked to this woman, as I did, you would want to wrap her up in your arms and tell her everything's going to be okay. But I couldn't do that because it's not true."

I am learning that I will simply love my daughter forever, and that it's okay if things are not okay.
It's important to support a person without wanting to control a person, or their life. I want the best life for my daughter, yet what I want for her may not be how her life is, and that is what parents need to understand. It's important to let go.

Thanks for sharing, Stephany.

Sadly, Least Surprising Headline of the Day


We knew while it was happening mental health problems would be severe. We pretended to care about that, and prepare for it. Now research shows victims of Katrina are not one bit better, mentally, than they were a year ago, and many are worse. That is a huge failure.

Katrina victims struggle mentally

Those wiley crazy people

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Someone sent me a link today to lackofinsightmi.org, the website of a group of concerned relatives who feel the mentally ill people in their lives don't understand their condition enough to make rational decisions about treatment. I'm surprised I never saw this website before, but it's interesting.

As a longtime advocate and journalist who has worked with and spoken to countless family members, I naturally sympathize with their frustrations. I recently spoke to a woman who was quite elderly and frail. She was in despair because her son, who suffers from schizophrenia, was sleeping on the floor because a delusion made him throw out his bed, which he imagined was evil. His living space is so filthy that he's sleeping in urine. He calls her three or four times a day, completely delusional, and her heart is breaking. When he takes medication, which has worked for him in the past, he's able to live a healthy life. But he always stops taking it, and then moves into a space where he believes the world is populated by demons and ghosts. He has no ability to understand his illness at all. She's worried he's going to die like this, but she's powerless to get him help.

If you had talked to this woman, as I did, you would want to wrap her up in your arms and tell her everything's going to be okay. But I couldn't do that because it's not true. She can't help her son -- and what could be more painful for a parent? Anyone who has children can understand the agony this woman suffers, knowing her "little boy" is sleeping on a floor crawling with bugs. She loves him.

On the other hand, this woman I met isn't part of Lack of Insight Mental Illness. And I'm glad of it. On their homepage, they take language from TAC, saying:

Please note: the mentally ill are NOT stupid, and they do learn how to "work the system" to avoid treatment. It is extremely frustrating for concerned relatives -- fathers, mothers, sisters etc. -- to not be allowed to contribute information to doctors trying to treat a patient who can't or won't provide truthful information.

The persistence of this notion of "the mentally ill" as Other makes these folks seem less caring than they claim they are. In order to love someone and do right by them, you have to, in some way, be able to see them as you see yourself. You have respect them. You have to honor them. You can't think of them as crafty and sly and "working the system." It sounds like you're talking about a dog who keeps jumping the backyard fence.

Every time I think I might be able to find some moderation in this debate, people say absurd things like the above. I wish we could figure out a way to get people talking in a creative, mutually respectful fashion.

August 15, 2007

Future imperfect

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From Joe G.:

The words on September 3, 2002:

The recovery-oriented service system shall be notable for its quality.
-- Excerpted from [Connecticut DMHAS] Commissioner’s Policy Statement No. 83, Promoting a Recovery-Oriented Service System, September 3, 2002.

The deeds as of today:

The Department of Justice report [on CT's largest state run psychiatric hospital, Connecticut Valley Hospital], obtained Tuesday, follows the agency's 20-month investigation into Connecticut's oldest, largest state-run psychiatric hospital. It concludes that suicide risk remains high, that patients are restrained as a "first resort" and as a "convenience" for staff, that one shift doesn't talk to another about high-risk patients, and that treatment practices are often "grossly inadequate.
-- Excerpted from U.S. Report Blasts CVH, Hartford Courant, August 15, 2007.

Tazey days

Another recurring topic on this here blog: the use of Tasers on people who are mentally ill and/or out of control. Did use of a Taser thwart a man's suicide, as the company is claiming in its press release? Here's the news account:

Carnival employee stabs girlfriend, then himself [Farmington (New Mexico) Daily Times]

A must-read

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Karen Abbott, a former colleague of mine at Philadelphia Weekly has written a book that's getting rave reviews and is currently No. 14 on the New York Times bestseller list. And she's a Philly girl! (Well, actually a Norristown girl, but whatev.) Check out the pretty website and buy the book to support a fellow 215-er. She did some incredible work while at the Weekly. Beautiful craftsmanship, important subjects, dogged reporting. Really, the best combination for a journalist. She's the perfect person to tell this story of prostitution and high society in Chicago at the turn of the 20th century.

Sin in the Second City, by Karen Abbott

[Our girl is on the cover of the Chicago Tribune magazine. Karen, nice boots!]

August 14, 2007

Rules of the Road

Due to my exhaustion today, I guess I haven't been as rigorous as I should be about comments. The rules are that you can't say nasty things about other people, unless they're celebrities or politicians. Private people should not have their character assasinated. So if you post comments about another person who you think is a boob, and you use their name, it won't be posted. Just FYI.

Time is on our side

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Masalle Wallah sends an article from Time Magazine -- De-Criminalizing Mental Illness -- and the first paragraph is depressing enough to wipe out all the positive effects from your SSRIs:


"Psycho." "Freak." "Jason from the horror movie." These are the answers that psychologist Habsi Kaba gets from Miami police officers when asked to describe people with mental illness. Such stereotypes are surprisingly common, says Kaba, and not just within law enforcement. But these misconceptions are especially dangerous when they're held by police, who are often forced to make split-second, life-or-death decisions about mentally ill suspects. "The worst thing you can have is power and lack of knowledge," Kaba says.

Later in the article, the author tells the story of Mike, who "suffers from schizophrenia, bipolar disorder and depression." Though this is a slight digression, I can't help feeling uncomfortable with that kind of labeling. It seems clinically sloppy to me to diagnose someone with three severe psychiatric illnesses at once, especially because since he was 17, Mike has been experiencing psychosis that has landed him in jail numerous times. Clearly, the treatment protocol isn't working -- in part because he doesn't take the meds, but still -- so maybe a new look at Mike's symptoms and history would be useful. I'm guessing he received those different diagnoses from three (or more) different docs. At least that's what happened to me. Over the years, I've been diagnosed with the following:

ADHD
Major depression
OCD
Bipolar disorder
Schizoaffective disorder
Dissociative Disorder
Rapid cycling bipolar
Dysthymia
Cyclothymia

It's like my experiences at the rheumatologist: "Well, you might have lupus. Or you might have Sjogren's. Or you might have Raynaud's. Or you might have fibromyalgia."

In the end, I treat the symptoms, not the disease. That works best for me. I'm sorry Mike doesn't have what he needs to do as well.

August 13, 2007

Good news!

Rockland Psych Hospital has decided not to forge ahead with ECT treatments for John Kelly. You really have to hand it to MindFreedom -- it looks like they had a big impact on this one.

Victory for John Kelly! Forced Electroshock Stopped... So Far

Can we live without it?

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Last week I wrote an entry about Wyeth's failed attempt to get an antipsychotic approved by the FDA. Joe G. writes that the consequences of not approving this drug, bifeprunox, are dire:

Oh, no! No catchy bifeprunox trade name. No bifeprunox pens, pads and other chachkas. No bifeprunox seminars. No paid bifeprunox presenters. No assertions that bifeprunox trumps all existing anti-psychotics. No bifeprunox before and after ads - stock photos of a distressed person juxtaposed with a happy person who has taken bifeprunox. No bifeprunox associated websites, ex. ImsohappyItakebifeprunox.com. No "picture of health" bifeprunox sales representatives. No claims that bifeprunox is a fourth, seventh or ninth generation antipsychotic. No off-label uses for bifeprunox. No injectable bifeprunox. No instantly dissolvable bifeprunox. No bifeprunox medication compliance programs. No bifeprunox extended release. Eek!

[Promotional items from Pharma Insight Inc.]

August 10, 2007

Cute fix: Bassets wrestling on the bed

Two things to note: the wagging tails, and the painting above the bed.

Sometimes I want to be Christian

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The below piece is so rational, compassionate and well-written, I wish it was penned by a rabbi so I could join the synagogue. I know a lot of passionate atheists who feel that religious people simply cannot be cogent or rational on the subject of faith. This gentle Canadian, Peter Andres, proves them wrong. From CanadianChristianity.com:

Are people of faith with a mental illness different from those who have a physical illness? Much about mental illness still remains a mystery. That's one of the reasons people are tempted to spiritualize the problem. They hope that the person with mental illness would be able to gain spiritual strength and thus gain victory over the illness.

What remains hard for many to understand is that having a mental illness and being a strong person of faith is no different than having a serious physical illness and being a strong person of faith.

How can church leaders encourage support of people with a mental illness? What does a person with a mental illness need to help him or her feel accepted and part of the congregation? How does the Christian message and experience take on meaning under these circumstances? What exactly is mental illness, anyway?

Marja Bergen, in her book Riding the Roller Coaster (Northstone, 1999), describes her experiences living with bipolar disorder. She talks about the many important factors that helped make her life with this illness tolerable and manageable. Having a supportive husband, friends, and service systems were critical, but she also acknowledges the importance of a spiritual home.

Her church friends learned to understand her illness and provided spiritual nurture, especially during difficult times. She speaks about friendships which include a common belief as being the most valuable ones she'll have. But she also admits that she was fortunate in this regard.

Sadly, many people with mental illness who look for spiritual help during difficult times face ignorance, stigma, avoidance, and judgment. The spiritual counsel and prayer these people receive frankly do more harm than good.

[I would especially like to be Christian if Aidan Quinn would be my priest.]

Understanding mental illness, even from the professional, scientific perspective, is still very much a work in progress. Schizophrenia and its related disorders, bipolar disorder (also known as manic depression), major depression, panic and obsessive-compulsive disorders, are all considered mental illnesses. It is estimated that between 15 percent to 20 percent of North Americans will, at some time in their lives, experience a mental illness. Most of these will suffer debilitating depression.

Evidence suggests there are probably organic (biochemical) reasons for the illness, or psycho-social origins -- or a combination of the two. Treatments that deal with the symptoms include medications, psychotherapy or a blend of both.

What is clear to people working in the field is that the experience of the illness goes far beyond living with the symptoms. While a person who has a physical illness -- even cancer -- suffers discomfort and anxiety related to the illness, those who have a mental illness suffer from a constellation of additional issues. These all affect their ability to return to wellness. One of them is stigma, both internally and externally imposed. There's also the loss of self-worth and self-efficacy that might come with a loss of job, friends, marriage and the feelings of being separated from God.

How can the church assist someone in a situation as devastating as this?

1. Church leaders and church members need to know that a mental illness is not the same as a spiritual crisis. Nor is the absence of healing, especially after fervent prayer, a sign of judgment or lack of faith.

2. There should be no judgment about the use of mood altering medications. Medications are commonly needed to treat the bio-chemical causes for the disorder and radically help many keep their symptoms under control.

3. Quality of life for a person suffering from mental illness does not depend on a complete remission from the illness.

What church members need to know is that many experience a recovery which allows them to return to an active and fulfilling life -- but still continue to experience times that are difficult. Recovery from mental illness means: the return of a positive sense of self, usually through meaningful endeavour (work, vocation), a circle of meaningful relationships, a place to live that the person can call his or her own, and a spiritual life that feels a reconnection with God.

The recovering person can be experiencing personal brokenness and limitations, yet have valuable gifts to offer to the church community.

Wyeth tries to save its butt, and fails

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In 2010, Effexor will no longer belong to Wyeth, and the company is running scared. Four times now the pharmaceutical company has pitched new drug ideas to the FDA, and four times they've been rejected. The latest rejection is in relation to a proposed drug for schizophrenia. From Reuters:

The U.S. Food and Drug Administration concluded that effectiveness data for bifeprunox were not sufficient for approval when compared with other drugs, Wyeth said.

The agency also requested further information regarding human metabolism of bifeprunox, and more information about a case of a patient who died while participating in one of the clinical trials, Wyeth said.

Wyeth developed bifeprunox with Belgium's Solvay SA and H.Lundbeck A/S.

Forbes.com says:


If the FDA [gave] the go ahead, Wyeth's pill would enter a U.S. market for antipsychotic drugs worth more than $11 billion, according to figures from IMS Health. Top-selling treatments in the already crowded field include Eli Lilly & Co.'s Zyprexa, Johnson & Johnson's Risperdal and AstraZeneca's Seroquel. Sales of those treatments and others took a negative hit last year when a government study found that most modern anti-psychotics perform no better than a generic drug used in the 1950s.

Why is it that when I hear a pharmaceutical company has failed, I feel like I'm in fifth grade saying "Nanny nanny boo boo," or whatever. I hear Nelson's (pictured) nasal voice in my head: "Hah hah." It's totally twisted, but they're so craven, I can't help being elated when they have to take a financial hit. It's an especially warped way of thinking in this case, given that paranoid schizophrenia is one of the few mental illnesses that I'd say virtually requires medication. (Some of you will disagree, of course.)

I should be pulling for pharmas to develop more drugs that work. But in this case, I can't help feeling that Wyeth just wants to protect its profit margin -- and who cares about the dead guy in the trial? Assholes.

August 09, 2007

A squared = B squared = my head falling off

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It's been a long day. So let's kick back, shall we, with some light reading: the Journal of Nuclear Medicine. From genpromag.com:


Individuals in a depressed emotional state have impaired cerebral (brain) blood flow,” explained Omer Bonne, head of inpatient psychiatry and associate professor in the Department of Psychiatry at Hadassah-Hebrew University Medical Center in Jerusalem, Israel. “Clinical improvement in depression is accompanied by diverse changes in cerebral blood flow, according to whether patients are treated with medication or electroconvulsive treatment,” he noted. “We found that antidepressant medicines normalized decreased brain blood flow usually seen in patients with depression, while electroconvulsive treatment was associated with additional decreases in blood flow,” he reported. “Currently, clinical psychiatry is based almost solely on subjective observer-based judgment. Our findings suggest that objective imaging evaluations could support subjective clinical decisions,” he said.

So:

depression = decreased blood flow
antidepressants = normalize blood flow
ECT = decreases blood flow

And then, I guess he's saying, that maybe it's okay that ECT decreases the blood flow because it sometimes works. I'd argue (totally inanely) that maybe that's why ECT fails, because decreased blood flow is associated with depression.

You know?

Brain Blood Flow Gives Clues to Treating Depression


File under: Oops!

A few days back, I was disheartened to see an Inquirer article about removing homeless, mentally ill people from Center City streets, and said so. Today Center City District's Paul Levy pointed me to a correction the Inquirer ran in its "'Clearing the Record" section. The correction reads:

A headline with an article Friday about homelessness in Philadelphia wrongly implied that the Center City District intended to use physical force to remove mentally ill homeless people from city streets. The district has trained workers to identify mentally ill homeless and to report them to the city's mental-health outreach program to determine whether they should be involuntarily committed.

So noted.

Summer reading musts

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Thanks so so so much to Jeff Deeney (pictured, tinily), of Phawker fame, for sending me two links. One is to a blog post by a guy who's coming out of the closet, so to speak, about his Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD). The other is a link to the related Metafilter comment thread. I wish I could just cut and paste, but that would bring the blog numbers down for the other guy. Think of it as your summer reading assignment:

How do you put a title on something like this?

On living with a mental illness

I'd love to hear your thoughts.

August 08, 2007

Depression Confession: Pete Wentz

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Thanks to pop culture guru Susan S. for hipping me to the news that Fall Out Boy's Pete Wentz -- aka Ashlee Simpson's boyfriend -- has outed himself as manic-depressive (his words, not mine). From SFGate.com:

"I have manic depression. I obsess over everything. When I am depressed, I can't get out of bed. But right now, it's sunny and 65 in my head, so it's OK!"

Wentz, 28, goes on to reveal he has been on medication for depression and anxiety problems since he was 18, revealing the trauma of his parents' separation on his sixth birthday left him emotionally scarred and unable to express his feelings.

He adds, "I turned my emotions off like a faucet."

Bad news for Pamela Anderson


Breast implant link to suicide

And now for something completely different...

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After all the talk about involuntary treatment, we need to lighten up, right? So take a breather with this week's episode of The Trouble With Spikol Print Edition: "Going to the Dogs."

Last week someone emailed me a video of a CBS News segment about Philadelphia homicides. A reporter went to North Philly and talked to a community activist, who was understandably pissed off. He then talked to Sylvester Johnson, who seemed both hopeless and disaffected. Once again I thought the three words I always think when people kill each other or the Phillies lose: “My poor city.”

How embarrassing. “My poor city.” What a pompous loser. Yet I feel the city’s pain. I suffer over it.

My psychiatrist explained to me recently that I’m an absorber. Other people’s feelings adhere to me. I’m like tape. Sadness, pain, shame—if it’s happening to someone else and I get wind of it, it’s happening to me too.

Being an absorber (which sort of sounds like being a diaper) makes me overly dramatic about Philadelphia. I’m like Edith Piaf: short, disturbed, and weeping as I sing “La 215 en Rose.”

But not all is murder and mayhem. In Fairmount, on streets abutting Eastern State Penitentiary, there’s a different kind of war being fought. I found out about it from Rachel Crowl, formerly of PW, who sent me a photo of her dog standing, forlorn, in front of a closed neighborhood dog park.

I immediately absorbed. Suddenly it was me standing outside the park, a leash tight and itchy around my neck, desperate to go to the one place that felt like freedom. I felt sticky with the injustice of it all. “Why?” I screamed inside my weimaraner self.

As a former dog owner, I know that if your dog isn’t tiny and neurotic, as all of mine have been, it’s a pleasure for them to run around and play with other dogs. So why the closure?

Deep breath: Some people liked the dog park, and some people called it a nuisance, and no one could agree for years—yes, years. So finally the people who didn’t like it filed a lawsuit and temporarily won, but the people who did like it have a lawyer, and it’s going back to court. In the meantime the dog owners are having a protest, and the doggie dissenters say they’re fighting “a defensive war,” and people are angry at each other, and the dogs have no idea what the hell is going on.

Neither do I.

So I looked at the related thread on PhillyBlog.com. And my powers to empathize, to absorb, deserted me. The thread was like kryptonite.

Apparently, these ostensibly reasonable people—mild-mannered dog owners in favor of a dog park, and mild-mannered neighbors sick of hearing dogs bark—include a subset of people who, when provoked, go completely insane.

The first thing I noticed was the vitriol directed against Ralph Cipriano, the plaintiff in the original suit to close the dog park. This being Philadelphia, I know Cipriano. He’s written for PW.

The posts about him slam him for being “a failure” because he got “fired” from the Inquirer. That’s when my anti-absorption Spidey sense started tingling.

Saying merely that Cipriano got fired is a willful misunderstanding of his case. In fact, the Inquirer was ultimately forced to issue a public apology and settle Cipriano’s libel case against them for an undisclosed sum that was posh enough that he could subsequently freelance for alt-weeklies. Do a Google search for “Cipriano” and “Inquirer,” and you’ll see how easily the full story is gleaned.

There are also allegations that Cipriano has a network of spies, and is having people followed. One poster, Bill Z, says Cipriano “makes me embarrassed to be Italian,” and requests a digital photo of Cipriano along with his address so “I can give this loser the publicity he deserves.”

Referring to the followers Cipriano supposedly enlisted, Buttercup10 writes: “Im pretty sure, but don’t quote me on this [too late], that these people are using this experience as a practice run for the beginning of their careers as lookouts and runners for drug dealers who will soon be doing business in the dog park.”

So Cipriano is starting a drug-dealing ring? It’s too much.

I called Cipriano, who says yes, he filed the lawsuit, and yes, he thinks it’s justified, though he also thinks it’s all pretty silly. As for the allegations against him, he claims he’s being harassed—that someone left a pile of dog poo on his porch, people are having dogs piss on his steps, and dog parkers are calling him and his wife Nazis.

The dog parkers say someone on the opposing side took a crowbar to the benches at the dog park, so that even if the dog walkers wanted to break the law and go around the police tape, there’d be nowhere for them to sit.

I hope nobody’s packing over there in Francisville.

Eric Diaz, a real estate lawyer whose firm Ballard Spahr is representing the dog park side pro bono, gave me a thorough history of the park and this dispute. As president of the nonprofit that runs the dog park, he says he’s been struggling for years to get this resolved—all unpaid, as a volunteer. He says there were years of collaboration and goodwill, and the people who filed the lawsuit interrupted a process that had potential.

Diaz doesn’t sound nuts. Cipriano doesn’t sound nuts. Rachel Crowl and her weimaraner—both sane. But this issue has assumed massive proportions in the neighborhood, and people have lost perspective. Perhaps Buttercup10 says it best: “With over 200 MURDERS don’t you think there is something BIGGER OUT THERE???”

Absorb that, my friends. I certainly have.

August 07, 2007

Cute Fix: Chmurka's Depression

Parity On!: Committee Action

From BizJournals.com:

A House committee approved legislation that prohibits health plans from putting more limits on mental health coverage than they do on physical health coverage.

The legislation is needed because health plans tend to cover fewer hospital days and outpatient visits for mental health treatment, said Rep. George Miller, D-Calif., who chairs the House Committee on Education and Labor. Plus, deductibles and co-payments are often higher for mental health treatment, he said.

"This landmark legislation would close the gap in coverage for people without adequate access to treatment for mental illnesses," he said.

Miller's committee approved the legislation by a 33-9 vote after rejecting a Senate-passed alternative supported by business groups.

But not much can happen without the Senate, so we may still be stuck.

House committee approves mental health parity bill

Not guilty by reason of insanity

Given the conversations we've been having about involuntary commitment, etc., I thought the below court decision might hold some interest.


Man who killed grandparents sent to mental hospital