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Questions I Bet Your Psychiatrist Never Asked You

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Questions I Bet Your Psychiatrist Never Asked You

During new patient evaluations, psychiatrists generally have a standard set of questions that are asked to help formulate a diagnosis based on diagnostic criteria and to develop a treatment plan.  Every psychiatrist has their own style, but I’ve always been interested in asking patients more open-ended questions if I think it will provide me with a greater understanding of who they are as unique individuals.  I also assume that my questions might be a bit different than the norm because I’ve grown accustomed to patients making statements such as “You know, nobody’s ever asked me that before.”  Oftentimes, I believe that the art of psychiatry has dwindled down to a checklist which subsequently churns out a diagnosis based on the minimum criteria needed to properly meet billing requirements.  Such a practice may lead to a lack of connection in the therapeutic relationship, therefore, I sought to create a series that explores the unspoken thoughts that a person may have when meeting with a psychiatrist.  If you would like to contribute to future questions in this series, please email me at freudandfashion@gmail.com.

QUESTION OF THE WEEK:

What goes on in your mind when a new psychiatrist asks if you’re suicidal?

RESPONSES:

It’s been some time since I’ve seen a new psychiatrist; thankfully I’ve been (somewhat) stable and happy with the treatment I’ve been receiving with my current one. But I do remember going through what was round-robin of mental health professionals before I found my current doctor. The situation is horrible, as I’m sure most people who have gone through the same process can testify.  Although someone may be a professional who’s gone through years of grad school and training about what may be wrong with me, why would I want to share my darkest, deepest pain to someone I just met? It never felt right.

 The two psychiatrists whom I connected with most during my care have been the ones that treated me like a person (and even a friend) first. No, I’m not that textbook case study you read in Psychology 407 back in grad school. Nor am I willing to try new psych medications with the script you’ve given me after our 5 minute visit.

 There are no 100% effective cures for mental illness, but you can still treat those living with mental illness like human beings. It’s not that hard.

Brandon Ha, Creative Director @BreakYoStigma
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First thing that springs to mind is: “I can’t tell you I’m suicidal because you’ll hospitalize me and that will just ruin everything I’ve worked so hard for.” (as strange as that sounds…)

However, I always think there’s no point in outright lying to my psychiatrist if I genuinely want to get better. So, usually, I just tell them what I’m thinking, even if it means telling them I’m suicidal. But, I make sure I explain exactly what I’m thinking. Usually my thoughts are more of a passively suicidal nature and I don’t have a concrete plan in mind. My current psychiatrist is well aware of that. I haven’t had suicidal ideation with a plan for quite some time now. The last time was with my first psychiatrist, two years ago. And even then I’d tell her the truth. I only got hospitalized once, when I told her I genuinely couldn’t guarantee that I wasn’t going to do it. I guess the fact that I’m always honest about what goes on in my mind is precisely what has helped me not get hospitalized more than once. I’ve always thought of the patient-psychiatrist relationship as one built on trust. If they can’t trust me then they can’t help me to the best of their capacity and I’d just end up self-sabotaging.

Dana S, medical student (borderlinemed.wordpress.com)

‘I’d never kill myself. Wanting to die to end my misery and actually going through with it are completely different. But that’s probably not the answer you were looking for…’

Rudy Caseres, Voice on Mental Health
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Twitter: @RudyCaseres

 

First thought in my head if asked if I was suicidal would be something sarcastic like this: ‘Would I be sitting here if I was [suicidal]?’ and/or ‘Yes and to be honest, you’re just having a visual hallucination of myself right now.’

Anonymous

What goes on in my mind?  Terror yet the need to be honest and tell the psychiatrist if I’m feeling that way. From experience (I was hospitalized several times for suicidal ideation) I know I had to be truthful about feeling suicidal because  despite the intense compulsion, I didn’t want to do it and leave my two young daughters without their mom. I needed to be kept safe so I didn’t go through with it and I knew I needed hospitalization.  I got better, and if the feelings return I will be honest with my current psychiatrist. I realize that he would most likely place me on a 5150 hold, but I accept that.

Dyane Leshin-Harwood, author of “Birth of a New Brain – Healing from Postpartum Bipolar” (Post Hill Press, 2017). Blog: www.proudlybipolar.wordpress.com, Twitter: @birthofnewbrain

The first thing that comes to mind is that I need to justify why I’m there seeking help at this appointment and I wasn’t really sure how I need to respond.  I was asked to rate my suicidal thoughts on a scale of ‘1 to 10’ (1 being the least severe and 10 being the most severe) and thought to myself, ‘do I need to respond with a high number so that I can get the help that I need, or will a low number not make them take me seriously enough?’  I remember feeling like I needed to justify that I needed help and it seemed as if a number was supposed to prove it.  I get that a number is supposed to reflect my thoughts and feelings, but I didn’t feel like it was a genuine representation of my situation.

Anonymous, Psychotherapist

Having seen a psychiatrist in the past, I remember feeling anxious about this question because I knew what to expect in an evaluation, even though I didn’t feel suicidal.  Fortunately, I knew the psychiatrist came highly recommended, was well-established in the community, and was someone I could trust, but what if I had no choice but to see a random psychiatrist (quite similar to the experiences many of my patients have encountered in the past) who was a novice, unskilled, or didn’t care to take the time to get to know or properly assess me?  A psychiatrist’s job is hard and safety is our utmost concern, but building trust and mutual respect in a physician-patient relationship also needs to be a priority.

Vania, Psychiatrist and writer of Freud & Fashion

 

 

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January 22, 2016 14 comments
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Say ‘No’ To Burnout: A Renewed Physician’s Goal for 2016

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Say ‘No’ To Burnout: A Renewed Physician’s Goal for 2016

{Napa, California}

2015 was a year to regroup and reassess my professional goals.  Immediately after residency, I did as most physicians do — apply and hope to get a job that pays well and is in a good location.  Similar to the personalities of most physicians, I am a workaholic and overachiever.  Therefore, since graduating residency, I strove to perform well at my job, treated my patients to the best of my ability, passed my psychiatry board exams, in addition to participating in extra professional activities on the side (gave psychiatry talks, restarted blogging again, enrolled in a psychoanalytic course, etc) while attempting to balance my personal life.  However, after the first two years as a practicing physician, I became disillusioned by the sad reality of our broken healthcare system.

When I first started working, I was an enthusiastic, energetic psychiatrist ready to use all the knowledge and expertise I acquired in my training to make an impact and help improve the lives of many.  But, then I recognized my limitations.  I noticed that the pressures exerted by the system to deliver cost-effective care, see a high volume of patients, and obtain exemplary patient satisfaction scores while maintaining my ideal ways of practicing, were nearly impossible to sustain.  I noticed a decline in my ability to balance life outside of work and took my frustrations out on those around me.  I participated in psychotherapy, group therapy, exercised, went to church, ate a healthy diet — basically, did everything that you’re “supposed” to do to manage stress.  It may have helped for one day, but then I still dreaded waking up the next morning to go to work.  And once I noticed a decline in my passion for practicing Psychiatry, I knew that such a decline in my quality of life was NOT the type of life I deserved after busting my ass throughout college, medical school, internship, and residency.  I deserved to be happy.  I deserved my ideal practice.

I have written posts about my personal experience with burnout, have read numerous articles about physician burnout, yet still struggle to fully describe how debilitating the experience is because it evokes a sense of failure, a “system malfunction” of everything we were programmed to do since day one of medical school.  This article by Dr. Dike Drummond most precisely describes the factors that lead to physician burnout.  As much as I would like to do so, I cannot fully fault my employer because I understand their methods from a business perspective.  In order for the organization to thrive, physicians are key components to meet the organizational goals.  And we allow it.  We adjust.  Most of us don’t know any better.  Medical school doesn’t teach us to be business savvy, nor how to market ourselves, nor give us the tools needed should we decide to venture out on our own to create our own practice.  And most notably, we are not taught how to prioritize self-care nor how to advocate for ourselves when stressed and overwhelmed.  Often such behaviors of speaking up for one’s self are viewed as weaknesses.  To this day, I still have the mentality that I’d need to be on my deathbed in order to miss a shift out of fear of being perceived as less than superhuman by my Attendings and peers.

Initially, I blamed myself for not being able to keep up with the heavy workload and for feeling so defeated.  But then I realized that I had a choice: either 1) Quit and seek my ideal practice, or 2) Adjust to the system and forego any sense of autonomy and watch my passion to make an impact in the field of Psychiatry further dwindle away.

I quit and spent 2015 working a reduced schedule and essentially recovering from my entire medical career thus far.  Throughout the process, I had to re-train my mind to let go of the standards that were ingrained since medical school: the need to be a workaholic, the need to be a genius and know everything (otherwise risk being ridiculed), the need to be superhuman, the need to suppress and hide my struggles, the need to be a perfectionist at all times, the need to function at 110% amidst exhaustion and fatigue.

A patient doesn’t benefit from a burned out physician (in fact, it has been shown to lead to greater medical errors).  And if a fellow physician is struggling to maintain, we must not consider them as weak.  Please understand that they deserve just as much care and attention because they sacrifice their own well-being for the sole purpose of providing care to others.

I will never forget one regretful time that I was on-call:  already worn out from the day’s clinic, I angrily dialed the number on my pager and spoke to another physician on the other line, who paged in hopes of getting advice to help a fellow physician struggling with suicidal thoughts.  My reflex response was uncharacteristic of me, lacked empathy, and to this day makes me cry with regret:

“I’m sorry, but I can’t help you.  Tell him to go to the ER.”

I would never even fathom giving such an insensitive response to one of my patients.  Just knowing that I turned my back on one of our own…someone who very well could’ve been me had I stayed and felt trapped in my job…someone who represents the growing number of depressed and suicidal physicians, makes me sick with disgust.  I vowed to never again lose myself so much in a job that I risk losing my empathy and compassion.  However, as I type this, I recognize that as much as I blamed myself, I see how that “programming” from medical school, which taught us that any sign of struggle represents weakness, overrode my empathy.

Therefore, my goal for 2016 is simple: to maintain balance.  For the first time in my life, I feel deserving of breaks and time off, feel open to share my struggles (and view them as signs of strength, not weakness), and feel confident in who I am as a physician deserving of a practice that supports my lifestyle (rather than one that consumes me).

And one last note:  I’ve observed the new class of aspiring doctors, have connected with them via social media, have met with the shining future leaders of our future healthcare system — and they are a population unafraid to support one another and voice their needs.  They are students who are starting to open up about their desire for self-care and balance.  They are students who are championing wellness programs in their medical schools.  They are students who are tech savvy and understand marketing tactics (because they have the tenacity to reach their own international following that closely watches and looks up to them as they develop as authentic role models on social media).  They will detect the bullshit of organizational “wellness” programs and any false attempts at showing they are being “cared for,” when in reality they are being appeased only long enough until thrown back into the same working environment that led to their decline…and the cycle continues.  Although most posts on physician burnout are pessimistic about the potential for change, with what I’ve observed, I have even more hope that our future doctors will come together and do what they can to put a stop to the cycle.

 

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January 8, 2016 38 comments
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The Other Side

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The Other Side

Written on August 11, 2015

My psychotherapy supervisor taught me a tip during residency — to pay close attention to the very first thing a patient says, and more importantly, the last topic they bring up towards the end of session (because it’s likely that the subject weighing most heavily on their mind is too uncomfortable to discuss at the very beginning).  I struggled to come up with a topic to discuss on my blog today.  At first, I uploaded chipper, smiley pictures taken from a recent spontaneous trip to the coast, but there was something about my grin and carefree expressions that didn’t seem quite appropriate to post today.  I try my best to ensure that my blogposts are reflective of my current state of mind, and my current mood is actually quite solemn.

I know that today marks the one-year death anniversary of Robin Williams, yet avoided news articles, tweets, and Instagram posts that paid tribute to the iconic, inspirational actor.  While sitting on the couch and staring blankly at the television screen, a short reel of Robin Williams popped up on entertainment news.  Not content with the mainstream, flowery piece which strung together brief clips of some of his finest, Oscar-winning work followed by a quick moment of silence in remembrance, I picked up my phone.  While scrolling through Instagram, I focused on a long, detailed post written by a young man in which he describes his own personal battle with depression and multiple, near fatal suicide attempts.  Robin Williams’ lost battle to mental illness motivated this man to share his story rather than isolate in shame and silence.  The words authentically describe the powerless experience of succumbing to the disease.  The depression takes exclusive command and overrides any attempt at rationalization.  And I know the story to be true because the writer is a dear friend of mine who miraculously survived.

Several of my patients have described similar experiences.  Several people living with mental illness whom I follow on social media share similar stories.  Every morning that I arrive in clinic, I log on to my electronic medical records and pray not to see a message from the coroner’s office.  As a psychiatrist, getting that dreaded phone call from the medical examiner is probably my equivalent to the oncologist receiving a call from a family member or hospice staff.  As a young teen, I vividly recall accompanying my family for routine, frequent visits to my grandparents’ apartment, where my grandfather passed away, rid of the suffering he endured from colon cancer.  A few years later, my grandmother peacefully died from multiple myeloma.  Her last words to me before she passed was that she wished for the opportunity to pay for my education and witness me become a doctor.  My other grandfather, as he approached the end stages of his battle with cancer, fulfilled his wish to fly back to the Philippines, where he comfortably spent his final days in his homeland with our large, extended family by his side.  When the medical examiner’s call ends, my immediate response is to shut the door and sit alone in silence.

Finally recognizing the mixture of emotions that I suppressed the entire day, I could no longer hold in my tears.  Rather than isolating (as clinicians tend to do when it comes to coping with patient loss), I attempted to share my thoughts and emotions on social media, with the goal to make others aware of the difficult emotions that we, as mental health practitioners, face when dealing with patient suicide.  The loss not only permanently impacts us professionally in our practice, but also as human beings.  I left the post on my feed for 20 seconds, then immediately deleted it.  Shame, embarrassment, and fear of judgment overrode my hope to break the norm of silence and connect with others too afraid to open up about their own experiences losing a patient to suicide.

As you can see, I waited a few days to publish this post after much contemplation.  The truth is that the fear of losing a patient to suicide weighs heavily on my mind almost every day.

 

 

August 13, 2015 16 comments
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Numb

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Numb

I honestly didn’t want to write a blogpost today.  The main reason being that I’m not in a peppy mood, but why should blogging only be about happy thoughts when reality is that human beings experience a full range of emotions?

My current emotion = numb.  I participated in a suicide debriefing at work today, which is a meeting where we review a recent suicide, process grief, and provide support for staff members involved.  I have been open about my feelings surrounding patient loss (here, here, and here), and experiencing this sort of numbness is somewhat new to me. The intellectual part of me feels inclined to look up research articles to find meaning behind this numbness, however the emotional side of me lacks motivation to perform the work.  We may sometimes experience a mixture of confusing, unfamiliar emotions, which may contrast from what one might perceive to be normal or expected.  But that leads to criticism for feeling a certain way.  How nice would it be to have freedom to be yourself and feel a certain emotion without being judged?

Yesterday, one of my newer patients wanted me to tell her where her anxiety is coming from and I replied, “I’m actually not sure, but perhaps you have an idea what might be triggering it?”  My patients often expect me to identify the reason behind a specific emotion, but I find it difficult to formulate my thoughts without the patient’s own input.  If I switched roles right now and sat in the patient chair and the psychiatrist asked me where I think my numbness is coming from, I’d say “I feel too overwhelmed and there’s no room for extra stress in my life.”  (Then, the light bulb goes off in my head).  I have too much going on in my mind and don’t have the reserve to tolerate more emotions at this current moment.  Hence, feeling numb.  Now that I think about it, feeling numb isn’t much different from the hours I spent watching House of Cards last night (Note: it’s out of character for me to watch that much tv on a regular basis).  Either way, I am trying to avoid some unsettling feeling that I’m not quite ready to process.  However, I’m bracing myself because I know the time to process the difficult emotions will eventually come.  Until then, I still have two more seasons to watch.

March 5, 2015 20 comments
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Loss Hurts

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Loss Hurts

{Serra Cross Park, Ventura, CA}

Every bit of me is fighting not to lay on the couch and immerse myself in reality tv to distract from experiencing the emotional distress of a recent loss. Doctors grieve the loss of patients.  I have grieved.  Unfortunately, the grief process is all too familiar in my line of work.  In fact, tears stream down my face as I type this because I know I have to acknowledge my grief rather than having shock, anger, sadness, and a whole mixture of emotions take control of me.  After receiving a call from the coroner’s office earlier that day, I drove home dazed and missed the entrance to my voter polling place…three times.  And I almost got in an accident.

The worst part is knowing that suicide happens too often.  The second worst part is a combination of feeling horrified, sorrow for my patient’s family, and disbelief (what did i miss? what did i do wrong?), wondering if there’s anything I could have done to prevent it.  But worst of all is to think of the depths of severe, emotional pain that my patient must have experienced to reach that point — no words can describe, and nobody can empathize with my patient’s despair unless they’ve been to a similar dark place before, or know someone who has.

Which is perhaps one of the reasons why there are barriers to change the perception of mental illness — do we distance ourselves so much from those diagnosed with mental illness that we can not acknowledge, empathize, or even begin to understand that suicidal thoughts are symptoms of a true, neurologic disease?  Or will society continue to turn a blind eye by continuing to believe that suicidal thoughts are feigned, a product of a hopeless mind, or a sign of weakness?

I can vividly recall the first time I lost a patient on the medical floor as an intern during my internal medicine rotation.  Cause = Septic Shock.  “Here’s where things went wrong and could have been prevented,” said an Attending physician when the case was reviewed.  I wanted to quit my medical career that very moment.  This time around, there is no Attending physician telling me what I did wrong — the voice is my own.  The voice is always there, and I want to quit.  I want to isolate and lay on my couch the entire day, but I can’t.  I want to cry when I’m in clinic each time my coworkers kindly ask “how are you?” but I hold back the tears.  I wish I could redo the last session with my patient, but instead, specific moments from our final conversation replay in my mind.  It’s not until now, as I type, that I remember my patient’s last words to me as she gave me a hug on the way out.  Touching words I will never forget and reinforce why I need to keep going.

November 6, 2014 16 comments
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It’s In Their Eyes

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It’s In Their Eyes

{Snapshot after receiving my certificate for completion of my Internship}

There’s certain patients that you remember, some patients you struggle to recollect, and the patients who somehow manage to pop up in your mind for no apparent reason.  Keeping patients alive was my goal during intern year; ensuring my patients’ safety was the goal of my 2nd.  When you fail to attain that goal, the initial response is believing that there was nothing more you could do to save them.  But after hours pass by, you find yourself replaying certain moments in your mind…over, and over again.  Wondering.  Pondering.  Questioning if there were signs you wish you caught, but failed to recognize.  But, the one thing you’ll always remember is their eyes.

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A Moment of Clarity

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A Moment of Clarity

I’m a perfectionist who tends to be very sensitive to criticism.  As part of my residency, I began seeing outpatients 3 months ago to manage medications and provide psychotherapy, which was extremely anxiety-provoking during the first 2 months.  My heart rate rose each time a patient burst into tears, told me they wanted to die, and disclosed traumatic experiences suppressed for years.  Each time I watched my patient unravel, I felt immense pressure to say the magic words to make them feel better and provide a brilliant synopsis of their entire life story after a 30-minute session.  Even more intimidating was knowing my supervisor was watching me through a 2-way mirror evaluating each statement I made.  I felt dumbfounded each time I paused too long and resorted to asking the most annoying question in Psychiatry: “So how did that make you feel?”

Despite being so hard on myself, a moment of clarity came this week when I saw two of my very first patients that I’ve followed regularly since my outpatient clinic started.  Three months ago, they isolated in their homes due to severe depression, had low self-esteem, and felt hopeless about life due to past trauma and abuse.  Having the opportunity to observe even the smallest changes they’ve made is rewarding.  Simple things such as going outside for a walk, cleaning the house, putting makeup on, and going on their first job interview in years, might seem like nothing to others, but for someone who’s reached rock-bottom to the point of suicide means the world.  Perhaps I contributed somewhat to their improvement by providing an outlet for disclosure of pent up feelings or gave insight into how past events effect their current emotions.  Ultimately, they gained inner strength to make such progress, which makes all the stress, palpitations, and criticism worthwhile.  They demonstrate my purpose and the reason I went into Psychiatry.

April 19, 2010 2 comments
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