Friday, February 08, 2008

Scurrilous Lies

I checked my email this morning only to find a forwarded blog post that suggested I don't like chocolate. Lies! Scurrilous lies! I had to post to the blog immediately to stamp out this vicious rumor.

I was at the Chocolate Affair. I was there 45 minutes before Dinah. Dinah thinks I hardly ate any chocolate because she was late and doesn't know what I was doing while I was waiting for her. She should be glad I left some for her.

It was amazing. There was chocolate cocoa with peppermint marshmellows, flavored chocolate liquers, little tiny pancakes with elaborate chocolate toppings, chocolate truffles, chocolate cake, chocolate ice cream, chocolate flavored risotto....use your imagination and the reality was better.

I never knew it was possible to have a chocolate hangover. Trust me, it is. It's a combination of a lingering caffeine buzz with incipient chocolate cravings. This is why they only do this event once a year.

Of course, there's a certain amount of irony here. It was an elaborate affair and the creme de la creme of Baltimore society was there including our fair mayor who was "getting her chocolate on" as well as the chief state's attorney for Baltimore. There were fancy dresses and suits and spike heels and jewelry, all for the benefit of my patients. I kept thinking about my patients who wear baggy jeans and t-shirts with "DOC" stamped on them when they're released homeless. The mental culture clash was a bit jarring.

So that's the truth of the matter. I love chocolate. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

And Dinah looked fantastic in her tiara.

Thursday, February 07, 2008

Chocolate, Chocolate, and More Chocolate


This post is dedicated to Fat Doctor who is on a very low calorie all liquid diet. Bless her.

Tonight, we attended The Chocolate Affair at Raven's Stadium, a decadent, chocolate over-flowing fund-raising event for Baltimore's Health Care for the Homeless. My husband came willingly. Roy is on vacation (but promised to send a donation---don't forget, Roy!), and ClinkShrink resisted. I threatened her: Go or I tell everyone your Chocolate enthusiasm is a lie. I'll scream it on the blog. So Clink posted, but she didn't eat very much chocolate.

In case you're wondering, I ate lots and lots of chocolate. I tasted sweet potato ice cream. I ate truffle after truffle, chocolate fondue, brownie-type stuff, assorted real foods, too. Somehow, and I'm not sure how or why this can be, I'm not feeling sick. I guess I have a high chocolate tolerance.

Diet starts tomorrow....

In Treatment: Episode 9.....the sub-blog


The happy couple is back. Jake and Amy are now the epitome of marital bliss, Amy's decided to maybe keep the baby, all is well with the world. They are done with therapy. "It's not so black and white," Paul says they still need therapy. "I just want to think about it and I will make a decision soon."

Amy jumps up mid-sentence and runs into that all-too-used bathroom. Jake wisks her off and Paul sees a spot of blood on the couch. He beckons Kate, he needs to know how to get the blood out of the couch. Kate takes care of it. Why don't I have a wife in the next room to deal with every mess in my life?

"Are you sure that's not going to stain? You have no idea how sensitive some of my patients can be." She offers to clean up for him, he's a creep to her. "I don't hate this room," Kate says, "I'm still jealous of it." They fight. He's tired, that's all, it's no big deal. Paul confesses that he went back to see Gina. "I thought she despised that woman...after all that stuff she wrote about you." It's amazing how many different things they can fight about within a matter of moments. They've moved on to the misery of their youngest friendless gifted child, Max. "Every kid hates school." Paul, it appears is a stranger in his own family's life. "Nothing is as important as what happens in this room." She cries. "Is that it?" Paul asks. Oy, these people are miserable to even watch on the screen. I want a smaller screen. Paul forces a smile and says he'll talk to their kid. Paul asks about her daughter who is trying to help recovering drug addicts. "Why don't you ask her Paul?" These people are parents? I'm starting to want the pregnant screaming couple back. Paul and Kate talk about how they never talk. "Let's talk." The time table is a few minutes.

Bomb drops: Kate is seeing someone. Paul screams and yells and loses it, and he curses at his wife. I want to go home. Oh, I am home. "How does that make you feel?" Paul asks. "Like shit, and a week later I go back and do it all over again." Okay, so we've got one more screwed up shrink in the world, calm and collected on the outside to his patients, messed up to his family, a disaster inside his own head.

The prole husband's comment: "Why can't he have a manic patient?"
Paul cleans up the evidence of the bloody clean up. He smiles and lets his next patient in.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

In Treatment: Episode 8...the sub-blog



Sophie's back, she's all washed up, in from the rain. Paul gives Sophia some of his daughter's clothes and offers to dry hers. She tells him he has to help her change, with two broken arms she can't change by herself. Kate the wife is brought to help change the sopping teenager.

"You could learn a lot from your wife about how to talk to people."

She's angry that he hasn't written her evaluation. "WTF." "Are you a quack?" Oh, we shrink rappers like ducks. Why are all this guy's patients so tough on him? Oh and by the way "Your daughter's clothes are hideous. This is stupid. Are my clothes dry yet? Can you check? You people are such tools, I can't believe you get paid for this!"

Sophie talks about life at the gym, how you have to be anorexic, how everyone follows Cythe gymnastics coach around. It sounds like a pretty hostile environment. "They're leaving tomorrow for California for training camp and I can't go." Sophie picked a fight with Cy, it wasn't his fault. She was looking forward to training camp. Sophie talks about her relationship with Cy and his daughter, Dana, the one she babysits for.

"My dad was right, I'll go to therapy and end up a psycho. Just like your daughter, she's a freak. Shrinks kids are psycho. Everyone knows that." Great. Just what I want to hear. Let me go check in with my psycho teenagers.

Paul asks if she's trying to hurt him. Paul talks about how people are afraid of therapy, of opening wounds. He asks about Cy and Sophie asks about the status of her wet clothes. Can you check? She wants to hear her evaluation. He reads to her, all his comments are positive. He calls her mature and independent. He doesn't mention that she's guarded, inconsistent, and he never says to her, "Look, in order to evaluate you, I need to ask you some questions." Paul goes with the flow better than I do, I ask a lot of questions at the first visit.

Paul tells her he thinks someone in her life has broken the rules and when she asked him to help her change into dry clothes, she was testing him. Sophie talks about how after the accident, the world was soundless, how the noise came back. She talks about her anger at her mom, how they can't get along. And while Kate the shrink's wife helps her get dressed, she throws her arms around Kate. Never mind transference to the shrink, this kid has transference to the shrink's wife.

Who is the wife? She looks so familiar-- What else has she been in? I like her, I hope she isn't cheating on Paul. You can feel their tension, but I want them to be okay. My TV-viewer transference, perhaps. And you know, when you blog about a show like this, the characters somehow feel more like they're more Mine then when I just watch like every other TV viewer.

Paul is hot. Is that the right word? Warm, maybe. He's becoming less sexy as he becomes more human and flawed. I may have to go back to George Clooney for hot. I like Paul's office, it feels like a place I could sink into. I like the space, the clutter, and I'd like a cup of tea, please, while I pour my heart out. I would go along with the script better, though, so my sessions would never make it to TV. One of our commenters compared Paul to a bowl of crusty oatmeal left in the sink. What a great metaphor, and the same commenter didn't like the house, the decor, the clutter.

I ask my husband what the show is about. "I'm your beta test for the proletariat interpretation? It's about a girl who doesn't belong anywhere. " Sophie is my husband's favorite.

So patient Laura brings Paul's marital discord to the surface. When do we hear more about Rosy the weird shrink's kid, and Paul's relationship with her?

Anyone want to chime in?

Why Does Laura Need A New Therapist?


The sub-blog post on the episodes of In Treatment where Laura, the patient, announces her love for her therapist, Paul, have gotten a number of comments. I fueled it with my subsequent post, You Don't Have To Say It All. I ended by saying that Paul needs to document what's going on, seek professional consultation, and end therapy with this patient.

Yup, if this were a real life case, it would be both upsetting and extreme.

I don't want to talk here about transference or counter-transference, they may feed into how things have played out, but psychodynamic terminology is not what the treatment setting is about at this point.

What is it about? I think it's about everyone's safety.

A quick recap. Laura is obsessed with her therapist. She's been seeing him for a year, she has a serious boyfriend who's proposed, she shows up to her first session after sitting outside in the dark for 4 hours, dressed in an outfit she'd worn to go to a bar and nearly have sex with a stranger in. She announces that she's in love with Paul, has been since the beginning. The next session, she arrives in her anesthesiologist uniform and announces her engagement along with her fears of becoming a domesticated animal (I may be reading too much into that). Paul is shocked at the engagement, less than enthused for her, asks why, when the week before she was presenting it as an unpleasant ultimatum, and Laura says, "I said yes because you said no." She talks about how Paul looked like a dead man when he first met her, implies she's brought him to life, pushes every boundary, and says--and please excuse my R-rated bluntness here-- "I want you to fuck me." We know from Paul's therapy session that his marriage is stale, that maybe his wife is unfaithful, that he is resisting looking at his own feelings towards Laura. We, as viewers, are probably meant to believe that Laura is just a bright young woman with a sixth sense and an ability to judge people. We hope and believe that she doesn't have have access to information about Paul's marriage and stale sex life (was she lurking at his session?), and because we know there's some truth there, it comes off a bit differently than if Laura said all these things but Paul was oh-so-happily married.

So here's the deal: there's a young woman who loves (real, transferential, does it really matter?) her psychotherapist and she's pushing for sex, for the bathroom inside the house, for a glimpse of his wife ("is she lying on the couch watching TV and drinking beer?"). She's raw and vulnerable, and she's decided to marry her boyfriend not because she loves him but because her psychotherapist won't have her. Perhaps she's angry, or desperate, or who knows what. But she's making a major life decision unwisely and tossing it onto the therapist (--seems to be a theme with Paul's patients). And she's not exploring her feelings with curiosity or respect for Paul's marriage, their doctor/patient relationship that absolutely forbids a sexual relationship, or as a therapeutic endeavor. She's saying "I want you to fuck me." She's trying, rather successfully, to make him uncomfortable, and right or wrong, she's making it about him and his needs/insecurities/feelings as well. Maybe she's got it right, or maybe she's projecting onto him her desire that he love her back (oops, I did it, I mentioned a defense mechanism, forgive the psychobabble). At any rate, we now know we have two raw, vulnerable, and hurting people and if this isn't a set-up for disaster....well, it is.

How does therapy continue from here? Does Laura even want to get better or is her goal to get laid? At any rate, she's been rejected from a pretty hard push proposition, and I'm guessing she's angry and her feelings are hurt. She's alone in an office with Paul, and so far we have no reason to believe that he's done anything unprofessional, and he's said point blank, "I'm your therapist, I'm not an option."

Laura has assured Paul that she won't boil his kids' rabbit. Oh good, but it's an unnerving reference to Fatal Attraction and violent unstable stalker women. It's not that I think Laura is a violent stalker woman, but I don't know and Paul may not know. At this point what I do know is that no one is safe.

From Paul's perspective, he could end up in bed with his patient--she's gorgeous and we know he's thinking about sex all the time. Such things unfortunately happen. This would not be a good outcome for anyone, it would ultimately injure the patient in unspeakable ways. Paul could also do everything absolutely right, continue to work therapeutically with Laura, refuse her advances, hold tight on reasonable therapeutic boundaries, and hope he can help her and that she has the strength to bear the pain of her unrequited love, to work in therapy, and to uphold the integrity necessary for the process. But these two people are alone together in an intimate setting-- if she decides to complain about her care, or to accuse Paul of any sexual wrong-doing, the issue becomes one of He Said-She Said and Paul's career, professional reputation, and marriage are a step away from ruin. The doctor isn't always in control-- when two people are alone together the issue of trust and safety goes both ways. The reality is that both the patient and therapist are vulnerable-- she is vulnerable to being used in a sexual way, he is vulnerable to the possibility of both his own misbehavior or that she might lie.

I've said that Paul needs to document what's going on, certainly for his own protection. He sought consultation, but he resisted talking about this patient. Now, however, with her new engagement, her statement of distress over his rejection, and her blatant "I want you to..." (oh, I've said it enough)... Paul needs to seek a consultation with more honesty. Do I think he should call Laura and dump her before the next session? Of course not. I do think they need to figure out what might make the sessions safe-- another person in the room would do it. Maybe Paul could borrow an office at a hospital clinic to see Laura in-- a little less intimate, two chairs, no couch. If he can get her to quickly cease her advances, to be willing to look at her feelings and the distraction and disturbance they create, and to address the issues of safety that they both now have, maybe it can be salvaged.

Please don't get me wrong here-- I'm not in any way saying that a psychotherapy needs to end if the patient becomes attracted to the doctor. It happens all the time. I'm not saying that it shouldn't be addressed in the therapy and looked at in whatever way works for both parties (--Hey, Tony professed his love for Dr. Melfi, lavished her with gifts, and moved on when she said "No, it's part of what happens in treatment.")

It's hard to get it to work, though, if it's more than a discussion of feelings. Laura's session was a full-court press for intercourse. In real life, these things end badly.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

You Don't Have To Say It All


Last night's episode of In Treatment got us thinking about how uncomfortable it is when the patient falls in love with the therapist. LadyAK47 wrote in to say that it's very awkward when clients tell her she's attractive. She says, with an tone that I think conveys a hint of guilt, that sometimes she just ignores them and she hopes she'll learn to deal with it better.

Anonymous wrote in and said:

I just ended eight years with my therapist. I started leaving about two years ago. Five years ago, I told her I was sexually attracted to her. No discussion about it except an "Oh that's natural, it will pass once we work through your transference issues." It was never discussed again. I got a very brief description of transference with the explanation of me being bright and I would understand it. I thought I did except I wanted to f**k my therapist not my mother. I never shared anything significant with her again and did my therapy by writing but I was still silent as I shared it with no one. I thought this episode was so painful to watch but totally unrealistic, or maybe she is just narcissistic. I would never say to my therapist, "I want you to f**k me" because I would worry how uncomfortable that would have made her and myself. I am betting this is true of most people who find themselves in that situation. Of course therapy is supposed to be the place where it is safe to say anything but I really think that after a time with your therapist, you do start monitoring what is said and their comfort level other than your own (the client). -- ** mine.


So we've all heard that therapy is supposed to be uncensored free association, no holds barred. If it pops into your mind, it should be said, and perhaps the psychoanalysts want it that way. But let's be real here: shrinks/therapists are people, and while therapy should be a safe place to share intimate, uncomfortable, and embarrassing thoughts and feelings, and behaviors, there are limits. And as with any relationship, there are consequences. Many people have very successful psychotherapies without sharing their every thought. And if the patient's feelings are expressed in a way that makes the shrink feel threatened, uncomfortable, totally miserable, completely and irrevocably insulted, or sexually vulnerable, then one consequence may be that therapy becomes un-workable.

LadyAk47, sometimes the best, easiest, and least hurtful thing to do is to ignore an uncomfortable comment.

And to anyone who wants have sex with their therapist, maybe it's just fine if it isn't expressed in crass and threatening terms, but caged in gentler and subtler ways.

In real life, if a patient comes on to a therapist as strongly as Laura did to Paul the sequence of events is clear: Paul should document Laura's advances, he should avoid doing anything that she might misread as leading her on, he should seek formal consultation, and he should end the therapy. A psychotherapist can't be alone in a therapy session with a patient who is asking for sex. The risks of real or imagined abuse get too high and the repeated requests for sex get in the way of any real therapeutic work getting done-- instead it becomes a paradigm for frustration, discomfort, and sometimes for inappropriate sexual activity.

Onward to Episode 7

In Treatment: Episode 7....the sub-blog

Alex returns from Iraq where he went to see the damage done by the bomb he'd dropped. First, he criticizes Paul's coffee, asks about Paul's heart (remember, Alex had had a heard attack) and Paul tells him a story of a patient who began every session by popping a pill.

Alex felt nothing as he looked at the people he'd mutilated. He felt nothing. His ability to feel guilt has been removed, like an organ ectomized. Paul talks about how he felt nothing at a friend's funeral...the story does not resonate for Alex.

Alex talks about an old man in Iraq who appears to have recognized him as the bomber. From there they talk about Alex's father, how he'd killed his own father, suffocated him to keep him quiet as they hid from a mob set to kill them. Alex's father had no guilt or he wouldn't have survived.

Alex is here today to talk about his marriage. "I saw my wife, I really looked at her." She was sleeping in front of the TV, he watched her for an hour straight. Does Paul ever watch his wife sleep this long? No, Paul falls asleep first. Alex asks, "Who the hell is she and what am I doing with her." Paul looks tense-- oh Alex is hitting on Paul's own insecurities about his own stale marriage. "She grinds her teeth, she takes it all out on her teeth at night....she is a totally repressed person," Alex says. Alex's wife Michaela is on a mission to get him back to work, everything with her is clockwork. "Michaela's dying for me to go back."

As Paul talks about Alex's marriage, I wonder if he's talking about Alex's marriage or his own. Alex announces he's suddenly realized he was never in love and now he knows he needs to leave the marriage. Will Paul deal with his own issues, will he leave Kate. "There must be tremendous relief in walking away." "Maybe you're leaving yourself not your wife."

"Again, I feel like a rubber stamp for a decision you'd already made. You're really asking me to accept responsibility for your big decisions. These aren't conclusions you've come to here on this couch in the last week with my permission. They've been boiling over inside you for a very long time."

"My time is up." Alex pays in cash and storms off. "I'll keep you posted."

It ends and I asked my husband, "What was that about?"
"He makes up his mind what he wants to do and goes to the doctor for validation."
"Oh," I said, "I thought it was about Paul's marriage."
I wonder what Roy and ClinkShrink think.

Monday, February 04, 2008

In Treatment: Episode Number 6......the sub-blog


What is a "sub-blog"? My husband says he invented the term. And Laura, the patient with the erotic transference who sat in the dark for 4 hours waiting for her appointment in a little black dress, will return.

Episode 6 starts with a clogged toilet, an irritable psychotherapist who can't unclog it, an annoyed wife who doesn't get why the patients can use a different bathroom. Bathrooms play a bigger role in this show then they do in life as I know it.

Laura announces she's getting married, she talks about wanting to invite Paul to the wedding, he's a bit uneasy, "a kill joy...that congratulations was a bit labored."

Paul talks about diving, coming to the surface to quickly. Laura is a certified diver, she's happy they have an interest in common. "I don't want a depressing session, I want a happy session, show a little support."

Laura talks about a visit to her fiance's ex-girlfriend's house, her baby, how she breastfeeds the baby and how the ex-girlfriend is now a domesticated animal. Laura talks about sex, she is provocative, she flirts with Paul asking him about post-marital sex, he is clearly uncomfortable.

"You didn't answer my question, Laura. Where did this "yes" come from." Paul wants to know why she's agreed to get married.

"It's because you said "no" to me."

"We're still talking about the reality that I'm in love with you, Paul." She's insulted when he talks about fantasies.

Another uncomfortable session. Roy, Roy, please email me a Xanax. I feel for Paul, for the corner he gets painted into, for the pressure of Laura's flirtation, for his difficulty in not squirming.

Paul takes Laura back to the summer she spent in San Diego when she was 15 after her mother died. She stayed with a couple, the man was a life raft, Laura wanted him to adopt her. "Perhaps I'm an alternative to everything that Andrew represents."

Laura has to pee. The toilet is clogged, Laura wants to use another bathroom in the house. "I prefer my patients to use this bathroom." She is annoyed. She stands next to a bookshelf with a video on it labeled in marker "Wedding."

"Look, I know when I turn somebody on. The first time I saw you I thought you looked like a dead man, I wanted to take your heart in my hands and pump life into it....Just my being here has brought you back to life....and you deny it. I know it happened and you know it happened."

Paul responds...oh so cliche..."I think we're out of time, why don't we talk about this next week when you come back."

"Just tell me, I think you owe it to me, do you want me."
"No."
Oh, but we know he means Yes.
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Okay, so someone out there is going to ask if this happens in real life. Roy, you have some of Paul's unflappability, his gentle patience that's hard to ruffle: Do your patients announce their love for you? Never mind any patient, Laura is hot, she's a doctor, she's smart and sexy and she scuba dives. She's raw and longing, injured from adolescence, someone I imagine a man might want to repair.

I've never had the male equivalent of Laura come on to me like this. Kind words, a general sense of (often mutual) affection or respect or fondness, but no patient has ever come on with a strong and crass "I want to sleep with you." And if I get through my career without such an event, it will be just fine. Of course, I'm not as hot as Gabriel Byrne.

Paul's office is in his house, it's cluttered with his stuff, he's not a blank screen. He wears a wedding ring. Some psychiatrists don't wear wedding rings-- I've only known of men who don't, yet I've never met a married female psychiatrist who doesn't wear a ring. And maybe it's only been psychoanalysts who don't wear rings, who don't want to open the session to questions about their personal life. If you ask me, it's a dumb idea-- the presence of the ring removes an element of possibility from most people's realities. Laura doesn't care about Paul's marriage and, in a way, her high pressured appeal for love and sex is sociopathic and narcissistic. The whole bathroom thing is weird, but we knew it was coming from the tension between Paul and his wife and his edginess right from the start about what bathroom his patients would use. Laura is on to something when she talks about how Paul doesn't want her to see his wife or his wife to see Laura.

The reality is that male psychotherapists get into trouble with sexual boundaries much more often then women. Perhaps it's simply because more psychiatric patients are women, maybe it's because there are women like Laura who are so seductive, maybe it's because men are more susceptible to....oh my, I'm going to get myself in trouble here.

So a little less plot synopsis, a little more commentary. How'm I doing?

Sunday, February 03, 2008

Why Isn't It Politically Incorrect to Torment Obese People?

I've had it. Fat Doctor, this is your piece to blog about. Why can a legislator even propose a bill that would forbid restaurants to serve obese people? (I know, I know, you don't eat them anyway, unless they're served with dijon mustard). Even if it is Mississippi, what is this guy thinking? Substitute Native Americans, black people, Jews, Irish Nuns, Homosexuals, Cat Lovers, and he'd be tossed out of office. Why is it okay to target and torment the obese?


Mississippi Pols Seek To Ban Fats

New bill would make it illegal for restaurants to serve the obese

FEBRUARY 1--Mississippi legislators this week introduced a bill that would make it illegal for state-licensed restaurants to serve obese patrons. Bill No. 282, a copy of which you'll find below, is the brainchild of three members of the state's House of Representatives, Republicans W. T. Mayhall, Jr. and John Read, and Democrat Bobby Shows. The bill, which is likely dead on arrival, proposes that the state's Department of Health establish weight criteria after consultation with Mississippi's Council on Obesity. It does not detail what penalties an eatery would face if its grub was served to someone with an excessive body mass index. (2 pages)


MISSISSIPPI LEGISLATURE

2008 Regular Session

To: Public Health and Human Services; Judiciary B

By: Representative Mayhall, Read, Shows

House Bill 282

AN ACT TO PROHIBIT CERTAIN FOOD ESTABLISHMENTS FROM SERVING FOOD TO ANY PERSON WHO IS OBESE, BASED ON CRITERIA PRESCRIBED BY THE STATE DEPARTMENT OF HEALTH; TO DIRECT THE DEPARTMENT TO PREPARE WRITTEN MATERIALS THAT DESCRIBE AND EXPLAIN THE CRITERIA FOR DETERMINING WHETHER A PERSON IS OBESE AND TO PROVIDE THOSE MATERIALS TO THE FOOD ESTABLISHMENTS; TO DIRECT THE DEPARTMENT TO MONITOR THE FOOD ESTABLISHMENTS FOR COMPLIANCE WITH THE PROVISIONS OF THIS ACT; AND FOR RELATED PURPOSES.

BE IT ENACTED BY THE LEGISLATURE OF THE STATE OF MISSISSIPPI:

SECTION 1. (1) The provisions of this section shall apply to any food establishment that is required to obtain a permit from the State Department of Health under Section 41-3-15(4)(f), that operates primarily in an enclosed facility and that has five (5) or more seats for customers.

(2) Any food establishment to which this section applies shall not be allowed to serve food to any person who is obese, based on criteria prescribed by the State Department of Health after consultation with the Mississippi Council on Obesity Prevention and Management established under Section 41-101-1 or its successor. The State Department of Health shall prepare written materials that describe and explain the criteria for determining whether a person is obese, and shall provide those materials to all food establishments to which this section applies. A food establishment shall be entitled to rely on the criteria for obesity in those written materials when determining whether or not it is allowed to serve food to any person.

(3) The State Department of Health shall monitor the food establishments to which this section applies for compliance with the provisions of this section, and may revoke the permit of any food establishment that repeatedly violates the provisions of this section.

SECTION 2. This act shall take effect and be in force from and after July 1, 2008.










Saturday, February 02, 2008

A Patient Like Me!


Once upon a blog time, I wrote a post called "A Shrink Like Me!" I think it was about how patients sometimes just assume that I share their beliefs-- often political (ah, this Maryland, so you're mostly safe to assume someone's a Democrat), sometimes religious, often ethical beliefs and ideals.

So in honor of that thought, I titled this A Patient Like Me, but it also could have been Hard To Hear.

Paul Weston, our sometimes hot psychotherapist from HBO's In Treatment series (--you do know I've been watching that, yes?) talks to his own therapist/supervisor/person-he-likes-to-fight with about his difficult week as a therapist and he mentions that he is disgusted by the fighter pilot who bombed an Iraqi schoo,l killing 16 children. Paul has pried the man and he's cavalier, remote, says he was on a mission and followed orders-- clearly this was a mistake, the building was believed to be something other than a school-- and in his soldierly world, he'd followed orders. What's so troublesome is his apparent lack of remorse, his ease in living with himself afterwards, his ability to be so okay with the death to innocent young life that he has caused. To look at the surface, of course it's disturbing, though the man walks out the door to board a plane to Iraq. He is headed back to the site of his sin, and it's not so unusual for people to feel a need to return to a setting in which they were traumatized. Alex is just too macho to admit to either Paul or himself just how traumatized he is. His remorse surfaces in it's own way. He continues to deal with the damn spot, even if he washes his hands secretly.

Hard to hear. I sometimes have patients who talk about things that make me cringe. Early in my blog life, I wrote about my discomfort listening to criminals. As a resident, I briefly rotated through a inpatient unit for sex offenders, and sometimes their issues aren't about angst over their attractions, but simply how to stop doing them because they get in trouble. There are pedophiles who either don't believe that they've injured a child, their mission is to stop offending so they won't go to jail, and sometimes they'll talk about their deeds in a way that lacks insight and seems monster-like (please note, this is not always the case, simply an observation I made from a very short time on this unit).

So it's hard when someone comes in and talks on and on about beliefs that make me uncomfortable. Baltimore is a city with many tensions. There was a time, I'm told, where the a pool I go to had a sign "No Dogs or Jews" (this was prior to my birth and the pool's neighborhood now seems to have a dog in every household and a Jew in many). There are tremendous racial tensions. People have strong feelings about same-sex marriage and legalized gambling. While I don't really care so much if my patients have different feelings than I do about slot machines, well, sometimes it's hard if someone goes on and on, and even session after session, degrading something or someone I believe in or love.

Sometimes I just sit there. It's therapy, my job isn't to convert someone's thoughts to my own, it's to be as comfortable as they can be in their lives. And often people who rant about despicable things have no one else to listen to them. Sometimes they live very void lives-- no one else wants to hear it either. They know their views are unpopular, I sometimes wonder if they're Trying to make me uncomfortable, or if they really assume I share their opinions.
Mostly, I figure they need a place to vent. Sometimes it's hard to hear and I'd rather listen to a patient like me.

Friday, February 01, 2008

In Treatment: Episode 5...the sub-blog








Paul returns to therapy. It's been a while, he can't remember where to park, he takes the therapist's chair. She tells him about how awful it is to be 60. She asks for his drink order, offers him a piece of sugar-free cake. They talk about Gina's deceased husband.

We hear about Paul's kids-- Max is 9, Rosy is 17, Ian is at college.
"I called you last night because I needed to talk to somebody. I feel that I'm losing my patience with my patients. There are sessions where I can barely restrain myself from an outburst. I wish everyone would go away.

He talks about how badly he feels for telling the couple to have an abortion, he talks about Laura's erotic transference. "If patients could see what goes on inside my head..."
Paul talks about the fighter pilot who bombed the Iraqi school. All the time I listen as if it's nothing...it's so disgusting."

"Were you insulted that the patient called you a murderer?" Gina asks.

Paul talks about the lack of praise one gets from the lack of an audience, Gina talks about how she meant they had no one to criticize or critique.

Gina talks about how angry Paul was with her when he stopped coming 10 years ago, how he was so angry he didn't come to her husband's funeral. She talks about how Paul had accused her of interfering with his practice. Gina is retired. She's trying to write a novel. Go for it Gina! No wonder I like this show.

Paul tells Gina that he and his wife, Kate, argue non-stop. Kate has taken Max to a class for gifted children behind Paul's back. "If you cared as much about your family as you cared about your patients....she says I don't love her that I'm always a step ahead of her....she says I never have any perspective. All I can see is rupture."

Gina was his supervisor for 8 years. Now they talk about whether he's talking to her as a therapy patient. "You keep saying you didn't come to talk about Kate and you keep talking about her."

So Paul has been so unflappable, here we see him flap. I'm a little disappointed. Paul worries that his wife is lying to him, she doesn't take her sneakers when she says she's going to the gym, she doesn't answer her cell. Shades of his patient Jake. And sex is out of the question. "Once a month if I'm lucky.... I think about it ALL the time."

He makes a Freudian slip and refers to the patient with the erotic transference instead of his wife. Gina says it's a test of his marriage. "Please don't draw any conclusions because there are none to be drawn."

This is a heated session. "What are you trying to prove here Paul, that you won't talk about Laura?" Paul gets angry, "You twist everything." They are fighting. She asks Paul if he slept with Laura. "You're making it really difficult for me to come back here to talk to you....was I that big a disappointment to you?"

"I hope your novel doesn't stink this long.....you're failing at everything."

I take it back, it's not a heated session, it's a Hostile session. I'm tense just watching these two people. "You are not being helpful," Paul says.

"What role have you assigned me?" Gina screams.

This is....therapy? supervision? oy. Gina tells him how hard it's all been on her, how confusing it is.

"You've been waiting for this to happen, Paul the failure."

The two agree this wasn't such a good idea. Gina suggests professional help. Paul doesn't need it. "I'm not angry, I'm really not."

This was hard to watch, nothing about it felt good, nothing about it felt helpful. Therapy, supervision, whatever the hell that was, it needs some warmth, some trust, the anger, if there is overt anger, needs to be a sub-plot, not the fuel for the relationship. These two people need something. I could use a Xanax.

My husband's opinion: "Winner of the most annoying patient of the week award goes to the psychiatrist (Paul)."

In Treatment: Episode 4.....the sub-blog

Let's be real here: ClinkShrink's been eating donuts without me. I have no idea what Roy is doing, all I can say is that it had better not have anything to do with chocolate. If in doubt: eat dessert first.

I'm having trouble keeping up and my TiVo-todo list now has LOST and 2 episodes of In Treatment. I skipped a dinner & movie invite for tonight to stay home and watch TV, I have now officially become pathetic. Pass the popcorn and hit Play!

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The patient is on the phone with his son; Paul the therapist listens. "Are you eating fritos?" It's raining outside. He calls his wife, and already we know Jake is one angry dude. "Where the hell are you? Don't f***ing tell me you forgot we have an appointment with Paul."

"Are you comfortable being here with me without Amy?" Paul asks. Oh good, Paul is talking about the therapeutic relationship, and our readers have asked for some comment about this. Even I'm sick of listening to Jake on his cell phone, he's impatient, annoying, tiresome, agitated, aggressive, and pissy. He even screams at his mother-in-law.

Amy shows up. Jake is relieved. Jake is inquisitive, jealous, we know where this is leading. He interrogates her about why she's in a different outfit from the morning, why did it take her so long to get to the appointment. Paul asks, "Is your being late an indicator of your not wanting to be here?" More about the relationship. Is Jake worried that Amy is hiding something? She spilled coffee on herself and bought a new outfit. Jake wants to end the session. "How much do we owe you Paul."

"She went to finalize the abortion."

Jake is suspicious of Amy's relationship with her fertility doc.

"She can't talk to you about this abortion because you suspect anything she says."

"I'm the one at fault here?" Jake is outraged.

She's not sure if she wants to be pregnant again. She's hiding things from Jake. "I'm not sure I'll be able to love another baby....I know I'll have post-partum, I see it coming and it paralyzes me...I scare myself to death."

"You're insane," says Jake.

"I want to make my own decision and if playing the part of a depressed wife will do it, so there."

Amy, we learn, is a self-professed liar. And we hear about Amy's anger about five years of fertility treatments, how violated she felt. Amy was married before, she cheated on her first husband with Jake.

"You're not really talking about a child, you're talking about your inability to accept each other."

Jake rails at Paul, he wants him to tell them what to do about the pregnancy, he doesn't want to talk about the relationship. "We came here to talk about an abortion...How do you sleep at night?" Jake yells.

"Have an abortion," Paul says. Wow. I haven't told anyone to have an abortion recently. Or ever. Even loudmouth Jake falls silent. "Really?"

And now we get to talk about the relationship.

"Do you see what's happened here, how you shoved me into a corner...this is exactly what you do with Amy. I can't tell you whether or not to have an abortion, I don't have an opinion."

Paul gets mad, he emotes for the first time in 4 episodes. He's not as cool as he was last night with Sophie. Jake storms off. Amy leaves silently and sadly. Paul is pensive, he's wondering, I bet, why he failed. Rattled, he calls a doctor named Gina: it's been a while, he leaves a message.
I suppose Paul is rattled into returning to his own therapy.

Stay tuned.

Shows I'd Like To See

Since there's been so much interest in HBO's new series "In Treatment", I thought I'd put up a post about the psychiatry-related dramas I'd like to see some network do someday. Let's face it, most television networks only think of psychiatry in terms of a private therapist's office. There's more to it than that, and I think the public has a right to know.

1. Mobile Treatment
A psychiatrist, nurse, social worker and psychologist team up to provide on-site mental health care to the chronically mentally ill, on the streets and in the community. They respond to police emergencies involving the mentally ill and showcase the problems in our current care delivery system. The show addesses ethical dilemmas, legal and financial barriers to care and how people living on the margins work around them.

2. Is There A Shrink In The House?
A spin-off from the series House, this psychiatrist starts out as a consult-liaison doc in the series House. (I know, Dinah hates House, but you have to start somewhere.) There are clashes and confrontations right off the bat as House's brash, sarcastic style comes up against the psychiatrist's more thoughtful, measured approach. The show addresses the intersection of psychiatry and medicine as the consult-liaison doc teaches House how the brain affects the body, and vice versa.

3. Emergency!
An ER doc and an on-call psychiatrist handle the quirky, spooky and overtly odd cases that only seem to come in after 3 am on a Friday night. The latest hit comedy series which will finally put an end to all the reality show shlock.

4. Pimp My Meds
An NIMH research pharmacologist presents a weekly review of psychopharmacology-in-development, with optional references to pharmacogenetics and neuroimaging.

5. Insurance Court
Judge Judy takes on the insurance industry as denied, delayed and neglected psychiatric cases appeal to the insurance commissioner. In lieu of payment, insurance companies found liable for care may choose from a variety of publicly humiliating punishments.

(By the way, the picture at the top of the post looks a lot like my actual TV, rabbit ears and all.)

Thursday, January 31, 2008

In Treatment: Episode Number 3....the sub-blog

ClinkShrink has a GREAT Story about her day, you've got to scroll down to the Donut post.

Episode 3

It's about shrinks and parents, a theme close to my heart these days.

Paul's psychotherapy office, we discover, is in his home. A small boy, maybe 9 or 10, sits at his desk holding a thermometer to a light bulb while Paul and his wife argue in the background. The boy wants to stay home, but Paul doesn't buy the sick plea or the temp of 103. "We could rent a movie and watch it," the boy says, but Paul is stern. Boy must go to school, dad must go to work. The boy says, "You never believe me." The shrink dad cringes, we know there's more to it (damn it, there'd better be), we'll wait for another episode.

Patient Sophie is 16, an only child, an Olympic-hopeful gymnast. The handshake over first names reveals both her arms are in casts, and she's been referred by her lawyer. "I'm here for your professional opinion." Translates to, 'I'm not here for treatment.' Sophie was hit by a car while riding her bike, the question has been raised by the insurance company as to whether it was a suicide attempt, and in fact, Sophie had tried a friend's motorbike 2 years before and crashed into a car back then.

Paul asks about the accident. "I told you, I don't remember anything." She becomes uncomfortable. She's already seen a social worker and she didn't like the social worker because she thought she knew everything about Sophie.

"Can you help me with this professional opinion?"
"It's not like an XRay," Paul says, "It doesn't quite work like that." Sophie says she'll leave, but she doesn't. "I didn't come to talk about myself."

She gets angry. She wants Paul to ask her "shrink-like questions." She thinks Paul spoke to her mom, and she and mom clearly have issues. She came by bus, she'd never let mom drive her. Sophie's close to her dad, he's always there for her, but she finds him by calling "411" --Information-- because he moves so often. And, oh yeah, there's Cy the gymastics Coach who drew the topless mermaid on her casts and who's children she's babysat for.

Sophie is angry that Paul doesn't jump at the opportunity to read the insurance report she's brought him. He says they need to meet 3 or 4 times and he wants to read it alone. "Otherwise it wouldn't be professional." He echoes her words with such finesse.

Paul reads. Sophie wanders about his office. She comments on his collection of ships. He has asthma, she finds his inhaler. "Did you really read all those books or are you just trying to make an impression?" "They're your f***ing books, Buster." Oh my. And Paul is unflappable.

Sophie asks about Paul's daughter. How did she know? They are in the same grade, they once went to the same school, he was on the PTA.

They talk about a show that even I'm not old enough to know about "This is your Life" or something like that. Paul tells an angry Sophie that everyone thinks about death. "Suicidal tendencies, blah, blah, blah," she says.

"It's 10 of and you probably have to turn on your cell phone now," Sophie says to Paul. She asks Paul about his relationship with his daughter, she must call him at 10 of the hour. My real-life daughter and I laugh, I because I turn on my cell phone at 10 of the hour, my daughter because "I always call you on the hour because that's when you answer." Why aren't we on TV?

Paul gets water for Sophie at her request. He gently places a straw in it and asks if she needs help. For the guy who wouldn't watch a movie with his kid, he is the quintessential daddy to this patient who so desperately needs a parent. He gives them both an assignment-- they will both write an assessment of the insurance company's report.

Paul is good. He's really good. My daughter says he's old, wrinkly, gray. Nothing fazes him, he never says the wrong thing, he ties everything neatly together. His eyes light up when he smiles, sometimes even when he doesn't. He's a better shrink than I am any day, oh and that faint brogue to top it all off. When can I tell him my secrets?

You Eat Donuts Like A Psychiatrist

So I'm sitting in Dunkin Donuts having an apple fritter when this nice cleancut young guy walks up to me and says, "You should be eating a muffin."

I looked at him. He was nicely but casually dressed, in an Old Navy/Gap kind of way. I was sure I didn't know him. "Pardon?" I said.

"Dr. Ellen says you should be eating a muffin. She compared a bagel with cream cheese to an egg McMuffin, and said the muffin was better."

At this point I was rather intrigued. He engaged me in a long discussion of nutrition, exercise, the importance of balance in life. He was animated, gestured a bit, talked a lot but not too loud or fast.

"You're doctor, aren't you? You seem nice." he said.

OK, that spooked me a bit because I hadn't told him anything at all about myself. I admitted I was a doctor. Then he went on to tell me about his family (aging mother caring for father with Alzheimer's, multiple brothers and sisters overly involved in his life) and I began to catch the drift that he was having a bit of trouble breaking away from the conversation. I wasn't surprised when he mentioned he had bipolar disorder. By this time I was expecting it.

"You're a psychiatrist, aren't you?" he said.

OK, spooked again. I definitely didn't mention I was a psychiatrist. I know I've never seen this guy before.

"Uh, yeah," I said.

"I thought so. You seem nice."

He told me about his psychiatrist (someone I know, a non-Shrink Rap colleague of mine), his clinic (not too far away from my prison). He handed me a religious brochure, told me to "keep doing what you're doing, God bless you," and then left. He promised to say hi to his psychiatrist for me.

I still don't know how he pegged me as a psychiatrist. I guess I eat donuts like a psychiatrist.