Yesterday, Chally had a post up at FWD/Forward entitled Only You Know Your Own Experence. In it, she discusses an interaction with a medical professional who, for whatever reason, insisted that she must be depressed or suffering from OCD because she woke up at 5:00 AM each morning and then checked her E-mail, and the insomnia was causing fatigue. My thoughts on this matter are so long that this blog post already turned out to be huge, and I’m not sure if there is a way I could frame them into a brief comment over there. My thoughts are very complicated, too – I, in fact, do not have the ability to either interpret my body’s or mind’s signals or communicate them in an effective enough way to make sense to medical professionals a lot of the time -, but noncmformity to whatever a doctor has read in their medical textbook (or wherever they got their stereotypes from) certainly plays a huge part in my reluctance to seek out medical attention.
Most of the “textbooking” happens in mental health, but in physical medicine, my inability to interpret and/or communicate my bodily symptoms, combined with the fact that I have too often not conformed to whatever my general practitioner expected to be wrong with me, has caused some reluctance to seek out care from them, too. It feels rather embarrassing to go see your doctor with something you have trouble communicating about and then find out that, since you again didn’t conform to whatever they thought you had, you are being sent home with an official “No idea” status and no treatment again. This is of course largely my own interpretation, in that I was never openly told that I made a fuss out of nothing or was wasting my GP’s time with another way too vague complaint. I have also recently had a few good experiences with my current institution GP, who at least tries to provide treatment for the abdominal discomfort I’ve suffered from since 2007 (unsuccessfully so far, but I’d assume that’s not her fault). As a side note, one of the reasons I didn’t get care before is that I was told not to make a fuss out of it since the bloodwork my former institution GP had ordered, was fine, but it was a nurse, not a doctor, telling me so, and my own embarrassment did create barriers here, too.
In mental health, “textbooking” is the reason I don’t seek out care on my own initiative at all, and probably will not do so anytime soon. Here, lack of knowledge is not a problem: I probably know at least as much about the care and treatment options for my condition as my current professionals, and I know way more than the people at my former ward. Trouble interpreting and/or communicating my own problems does play some part, but not nearly as much as in physical healthcare when relative to the fear of being disbelieved for not meeting the mental health professional’s standards of what I “should” be experiencing.
First of all, there is the possibility that a mental health professional believes that there really is no place for autism in the mental health system. They are right in the sense that, unlike, say, depression or psychosis, there is no standard medical or psychological treatment that can be tried out (and then a second and third and … option if that treatment doesn’t work), at least not that I’m aware of. There certainly is no cure. But that is something quite different from saying you have no reason to seek out mental health services. In fact, some symptoms and coexisting issues respond quite well to intervention. It’s just that there is no treatment “for autism”. No treatment “for autism”, however, does not mean no possible intervention for any complaint an autistic might have. Of course, in some settings – like the acute psychiatric ward, where it was hammered into me that my diagnosis meant I had no business seeking out care -, professionals do not and should not be expected to have knowledge of the care or treatment options available to people with non-acute disabilities like autism, but “I don’t know” sounds very different from “Shut up, you’re fine”.
Then there is the branch of mental health professionals who conform to the joke stereotype of medical specialists: A specialit thinks that you have what they treat. So far, all professionals who fall into this category, have been psychiatry residents, but I don’t have a reason to think psychologists, psychiatrists and other professionals should be exempt from this form of denying your reality by the mere fact of their profession. There, I just realized how coincidental Chally’s waking up at 5:00 AM was: in 2007, I suffered from pretty bad insomnia and consulted my doctor (one of the ward’s psychiatry residents) on it. At the time, my usual pattern of sleeping involved my going to sleep at around 11:30 PM, waking up at 2:00 AM and then lying awake for most or all of the remainder of the night. “Hmmm, that’s rather strange,” the doctor commented, adding: “If you’d woken up at like 5:00 AM it might’ve been indicative of depression, but not if you wake up in the middle of the night.” Note that, while insomnia (or hypersomnia!) is a DSM criterion for depression, it isn’t specified exactly what type of insomnia you should be suffering from. Also note that, even though I at the time suffered from suicidal thoughts, I had too few other symptoms of depression to warrant a diagnosis even if insomnia was counted. Incidentally, I have lately been waking up at 5:00 AM, and it is no indication that I am depressed. The doctor also wouldn’t believe me when I said I’d developed tolerance to the temazepam he’d prescribed about a week before, because “you shouldn’t have a problem the first three weeks.” Well, fine for you if that’s what you were taught in med school, but until humans are being programmed there in order to fit more neatly into medicine’s boxes (which time I hope not to live to), I know my own body better than your medical school instructor does.
By itself, the notion that you do not meet the (stereotyped) criteria of a specific diagnosis, is not a problem. I never said I was in the DSM or your medical textbook, after all. However, it gets troubling when this not meeting stereotypes is used against you to prove that you are somehow faking or in any case not having “real” problems. This tactic was used against me many times at my former ward, and really has destroyed my belief of ever being taken seriously by a mental health professional. Even though my current psychologist and the ward psychiatrist have so far never used this tactic on me, I am still waiting for the other shoe to drop. These games were pretty prevalent at my former ward, and I am not sure which example to pick. Maybe the time in the spring of 2008 when my obsession with the prospect of death was at its worst, and was mislabeled by a nurse (allegedly at the suggestion of my doctor) as something treatable with antipsychotics. The same doctor who allegedly suggested that (which, if she really did make that suggestion, she should freaking be checking with the physicians’ pharmacological guide!), actively and quite hostilely denied I was at all unwell two days after she allegedly made the suggestion. So, one day you can be a potential candidate for a powerful drug, and two days later, you are faking feeling bad? My inclination is that she really thought all along that I was faking and made the “suggestion” to scare the heck out of me, which wouldn’t have worked: I am not intimidated by the suggestion of drugs, since, even if it’d end in a prescrption (which it never does in these cases), I’m still the one deciding whether or not to swallow the pill. If you really want to scare me, suggest that seclusion might help instead.
So-called depression, which I do not and have never suffered from, is a very common target for this game-playing. I feel that this is somewhat discriminatory to people who do have clinical depression, since really their illness should not be used to show brats like me that we’re fake. Beside the waking up at 5:00 AM or not stupidity in 2007, the worst of psychiatry’s games with “textbooking” and fake symptoms comes to mind, which occurred in December of 2008. I have written about this event before, but cannot remember when. It involved my having had a particularly bad day, at which point a nurse who didn’t know me well decided that I was depressed. Of course, I know that a major depressive episode should last for at least two weeks, but it doesn’t matter, since I didn’t exhibit any signs of depression anyway. The nurse got hold of the new psychiatry resident, fresh from med school and only on our ward for two weeks. He bombarded me with the dreaded questions, which, if I had any susceptibility to depression to begin with, made me immune to it by 2007. No, that’s a joke. The suggestion of drugs was made, of course, but only briefly, as he would confer with the psychiatrist. Having had, among others, the obsessive-thoughts-as-indication-for-antipsychotics experience, I knew that this was a game, but that didn’t lessen the guilt I was feeling. In fact, it was worse this time, because now I did know for certain (which I naively didn’t the other times) that the decision that I was faking had in fact preceded the decision that I wasn’t in the DSM. In fact, I have always suspected that the nurse was trying to teach me to be happy with a useless treatment plan, since one was coming up and he always said these meetings are not supposed to be useful anyway except for this time. For once, the best thing that could happen was that it was entirely useless. This did happen, and I was tautht to appreciate it, but I was also definitely taught to mistrust any treatment “suggestion” made by any mental health professional.
There are, of course, two components to this obvious game-playing that could mean that maybe not all mental health professionals are to be mistrusted: the fact that, in all cases, some suggestion of drugs was made, and the fact that, in all cases, I was “textbooked”. Both of these aspects do have consequences, but not to a significant extent. Regarding the first, I don’t tend to presume my psychologist is serious about my treatment, either, even though so far usually she follows through on her ideas (and in some of these cases it turns out I didn’t do my “homework”). In fact, even though I’m supposed to have biweekly appointments with her and she’s relatively consistent on them, I never wanted to take the initiative to ask her to schedule a follow-up appointment until a few months ago, in case she was thinking I was wasting her time and was playing a sophisticated game to show me. In this case, it really took up a lot of my courage to send her an E-mail asking for a new appointment after she’d been on sick leave a few weeks ago. The ward psychiatrist (thank God we don’t have residents) I mistrust more, and I think this is in part due to his profession (and the association with [fake] drug suggestions), but I also only consulted him once (for non-fake sleeping pills, and yay for no suggestion that I should or should not wake up at 5:00 AM!).
Regarding the other aspect – the being “textbooked” -, I do tend to cut someone some slack for giving an accurate descrption of my symptoms when they make a treatment suggestion, even when I don’t fully believe they are sincere. The times that mental health professionals actually took the time to understand my problem before making a suggestion, after all, were also the times when that suggestion was sincere. Not always wise in hindsight, and not always even medically sensible (a low-potency neuroleptic now only approved for sedative pain control in some populations for sleep, OMG, psych residents!), but sincere. It also doesn’t always work the other way around: my inclination is that pretty much every psychiatric patient will automatically get a prescription for a PRN benzodiazepine tranquilizer, and at least I have no clue how or why I earned mine, for example. But, so far, an accurate, non-textbooked reflection of the reason I consult a mental health professional, has been an indication of sincerity. Not enough that I will not mistrust people who make accurate assertions about my situation, but at least I can say there is a fair correlation.
There is, of course, also the possibility that stereotyped, inaccurate, textbookish reflections of my problems are no indication of unsincerity at all. In fact, you will need to fit in at least somewhat with a textbook description of something if you need to be diagnosed with anything at all. But when you didn’t come into the professional’s office to be diagnosed with a mental illness, it is really annoying when they pull out the DSM. This was in fact my very first adult experience of visiting a psychologist. It was not at mental health, I did not have any diagnosis, and I was not intending to get one either. When I first had an intake appointment at the blind rehab center, my tutor had beforehand mentioned that I had what he may’ve considered imaginary friends; I honestly have no clue what he thought of the “ladies” really, but in any case, he’d told the psychologist that I had them. I didn’t know this, but it didn’t surprise me, given how often the tutor had inquired about them. I was, therefore, prepared to be asked about objects in the closet, forgetting how I got to my destination (ie. highway hypnosis, a very normal experience!) and, oh goody, multiple personalities. Well, I was right. Of course, I knew that I didn’t suffer from dissociative identity disorder, and I was prepared to defeat her assumption that I did. Through this, unfortunately, I also had to minimize the very real nature of my experience. I didn’t want to be thought of as suffering from DID, because I would probably not have been accepted at rehab, but in defeating this idea, I had to deny the actually relevant impact this experience had on my situation. Not having the words to articulate the issue without “ladies”, I just left it alone and pretended it didn’t exist, when all the while I was thinking: “If for heaven’s sake you would jsut put aside that DSM and listen, maybe I could tell you what is actually relevant to the reason I come here, which is blindness rehab.” The topic did come up once durign my rehabilitation, but in a rather awkward psychology session with way too many topics to be discussed (why is it that all psychologists seem to need to lump together a dozen controversial topics in one session?). Probably, these psychologists were “textbooking” me with the intention of getting an accurate idea of my situation – unstructured interviews would never have worked for me anyway -, but the consequence was that I did have to deny my real situation in order to avoid a stereotype.
As I said above, some “textbooking” is needed, especially in medical practice or mental health services. You will need a diagnosis in order to get treatment, after all. However, it gets problematic when what the diagnostic guidelines say gets in the way of getting an accurate understanding of a patient’s situation. It gets even more problematic when the guidelines are used to deny a patient’s very real experience. I am not in the DSM, ICD or whatever medical guide you’re using. Maybe that’s because I’m real.