Monthly Archives: January 2012

Michael Mack

I went to see Michael Mack at the Boston Playwright’s Theatre. He put on his new solo play, Conversations with My Molester. He did an incredible job of describing an indescribable experience. As the name implies, his story is brutal: one of childhood sexual abuse.

My daughter Patricia and I went to see Michael perform his other one-man play, Hearing Voices (Speaking In Tongues), nearly a year ago in Groton, Massachusetts. That show was our first introduction to the concept of including the voices in recovery. Before then, they were something to be denied. His show empowered us to begin a conversation with Patricia’s voices. And including them has made a remarkable and positive difference in her journey.


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First Episode Psychosis

I went to Psychiatry Grand Rounds this week at UMass Medical School. Eduardo Caussade-Rodriguez, MD, gave a talk entitled You Want Me to Order What? The Medical Workup for First-Episode Psychosis. He talked about all the tests psychiatrists routinely order for new patients with psychotic symptoms. They include a bunch of blood and other bodily fluid tests, an EEG, MRI or CT scan, and on. They are all very expensive. And they are all designed to rule out other causes for the psychosis rather than Schizophrenia, something you’d rather not be diagnosed with.

I remember all these tests. They took a long time. My insurance company paid a pile of money to get them done.

Although those tests must be important, I now wonder why they spend so much time and money trying to find out if the psychosis is caused by something other than what they hope it isn’t, rather than working on fixing what it probably is.

I now wonder if it might have been more productive if we had spent those resources talking to the psychiatrist, instead.


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I’m Bob

Hi. I’m Bob. I’m the proud father of Patricia, my no longer quite so suicidal daughter who still isn’t dead. Bob isn’t my real name, but then again, neither is Patricia’s. For those of you who know us, we ask that you respect our privacy. Please don’t post our true identities on the Internet. It’s not like we are superheros — we’re more like pack mules with some extra baggage that doesn’t need to be shared with everybody.

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