Ear Worms can be a dreadful affliction – some song that plays over and over in your head that your don’t even know is there until it begins to drive you nuts. I am one of the afflicted and I have to figure out how they got there to be free of them. Recently, the theme song from the old Maverick TV show almost took me out [I saw a blurb about Jody Foster, she was in the movie version, that’s what got it started]. I’m finally free of Whitney Houston’s "I will always love you" [source obvious]. Sometimes, it’s a poem – almost always T.S. Eliot, my favorite. This time, it was sing-song versions of "Here we go round the prickly pear" or "This is the way the world ends." Both from "The Hollow Men." They’ve played intermittently for days.
As a teenager and college student, I loved that kind of literature. It was, I think, a respit from the business of being one of the guys, or hormone driven, whatever the right words are for living among peers in the years before adulthood. Not that I minded youth, but I think the writers like Faulkner, Hemingway, Woolf, or Eliot reminded me that there was something more to existence than the right-now-ness of adolescence and early adulthood. For me, "The Hollow Men" was my high school Eliot. It fit with the postwar fifties I was living in, which did have something of a background absurd feeling. "The Wasteland" was my college Eliot, the early sixties before all hell broke loose. And "The Four Quartets" followed, to this day an abiding source of reflection. But recently, it has been my old high school Eliot – "The Hollow Men" singing in my head.
Of course in this case, my ear worm has to do with what I’ve been writing about here – the DSM-5 Revision, the madness of the pharmaceutical invasion of psychiatry, and all of the absurd things that have gone on in these years. What’s the other possibility? And the era is coming to the end now – whatever it has been about. So here’s the poem:
The Hollow Men
T.S. Eliot 1925
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We are the hollow men Shape without form, shade without Those who have crossed II Eyes I dare not meet in dreams Let me be no nearer |
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer — Not that final meeting III This is the dead land Is it like this IV The eyes are not here In this last of meeting places Sightless, unless |
Of empty men.
V Here we go round the Between the idea For Thine is the Kingdom Between the conception Life is very long Between the desire For Thine is This is the way the world ends |
As a youth, I had no understanding of the last four lines. I guess I thought endings were like football games or the end of World War II. The bad guys surrendered. Truth, justice, and the American way won out in the end. I was older before I got it that "the cold war" was just a continuation of whatever all of that had been about. There was no "bang," just a whimpering transition. And closer to home, disillusionments, failed hopes, things like that didn’t come in a catclysmic moment – they just became whimpers and faded into the next thing – marked mostly with memories. At least that’s they way it has been for me in those situations.
In spite of the negativity I’ve felt about their version of psychiatry, I surprisingly feel some empathy for Dr. Kupfer et al with their DSM-5. They had such high hopes of using the DSM-5 to usher in a dreamed-of age when psychiatry would join the ranks of the great medical specialties – clinical neuroscience with diagnostic lab tests like angiograms or anti-nuclear antibodies and interventions with the specificity of Insulin, Cycloserine, or stents. They thought that with brain imaging and genetic testing, the biological basis of mental illnesses would move from the realm of speculation to known, measurable fact. The borrowed concepts of evidence-based medicine, measurement-based medicine, translational science, personalized medicine, etc. would be the keys that opened the long closed doors to the halls of hard science. They really wanted the medicines to work better than they actually do. It didn’t happen, and it’s not even just around the corner. There’s some biology under there sure enough, but less than they thought and a lot of it more deeply buried than their current reach. The Shadow has fallen · Between the idea · And the reality. So with the rhetoric of their 2002 book [A Research Agenda for DSM-V], they sound very much like The Hollow Men · Headpiece filled with straw. And as much bru-ha-ha as there is right now about the DSM-5, the bottom line is This is the way the world ends · Not with a bang but a whimper. The DSM-5 is already irrelevant.
In Those Years
In those years, peoÂple will say, we lost track
of the meanÂing of we, of you
we found ourÂselves
reduced to I
and the whole thing became
silly, ironic, terÂriÂble:
we were tryÂing to live a perÂsonal life
and yes, that was the only life
we could bear witÂness to
But the great dark birds of hisÂtory screamed and plunged
into our perÂsonal weather
They were headed someÂwhere else but their beaks and pinÂions drove
along the shore, through the rags of fog
where we stood, sayÂing I.
~ adriÂenne rich
Who were we to think we could overcome the failure of a race?
I appreciate your blog.
If psychiatrists becomes depressed because the medications don’t work very well, will they nevertheless take the medications themselves to try to reduce their own depression? Does that mean they will finally try “a taste of their own medicine”?
“In other news” (if you don’t mind my adding this here), I’m curious what you think of the recent widely-reported research about how ECT works for depression: that it reduces “excessive connectivity” between certain parts of the brain. From what I could tell from news articles, the researchers didn’t compare the connectivity in depressed people vs. controls, but simply compared connectivity before and after ECT. This seems potentially like the same kind of mistake that was made for SSRIs and serotonin levels, assuming that whatever treatment change you can measure must be the change that’s helping, without confirming whether insufficient serotonin (or excessive connectivity between certain regions) is associated with depression for those patients in the first place. But I’m not familiar with this research area.
Uggh, ECT. Trouble with this is there no evidence of safety and efficacy. The FDA ruled this last year during their reclassification hearings. Linda Andre did a good book on it called Doctors of Deception. It outlines how APA has worked through public relations and not science to spread ECT. It’s hard for ECT survivors like me to see my friends with permanent cognitive damage just get ignored and invalidated. It’s a super hot button topic in the recovery movement.
As for poetry – this is my Disability Industrial Complex poem. Thank you to all who made it possible. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MPpkBA2ITZ4
Corinna, I’ve read and appreciated your blog posts on madinamerica.com. I realize that ECT is a hot topic, I’ve personally seen a lot of people not be helped by it, and I was encouraged by the FDA ruling last year. I was just a bit surprised that after the recent press flurry about a new study claiming to explain “how ECT works”, I haven’t yet seen any articles or posts examining that claim from a more critical perspective.
Dr. Mickey, I’ve often thought biopsychiatry is now on the wrong side of history.
I guess the question is how long it will take for it all to unwind — public pillorying of the neurotransmitter imbalance theory; efficacy no better than placebo; failure of genetics research; fantasies about brain scans; grasping at “inflammation” as a cause for mental disorder.
Now there’s a fad explanation for the comparative effectiveness of placebo: Antidepressants are effective, but people consciously or unconsciously resist the beneficial effect. Doctors have to get them to stop fighting it and permit the drug to do its work.
Surely this is reasoning from a field that is intellectually bankrupt.