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Give your patient a glimmer of hope, please

white flowersDuring my son’s illness … paranoid schizophrenia; we met up with many psychiatrists at the various hospitals and I always felt that both my son and I were being judged. I’d been under the impression that their job was to make their patient feel safe and comfortable even though this is not an easy task.

When his psychiatrist came late for an appointment at the hospital, my son felt that his wellbeing was unimportant to the doctor. Of course there are times when a doctor cannot help being delayed, but it’s not as if he/she was called regularly to the operating theater to perform emergency surgery.

It was so difficult to make contact with my son’s psychiatrist during the many emergencies that had a habit of occurring during weekends or public holidays. So, instead of getting good advice on the phone, we had to take our son to the hospital, and if our son did not comply with the orderly on duty, another one, brandishing a syringe would creep up from behind and deliver a shot into my son’s butt. If we had decided not to take him to the hospital, what could we have done at home? He was tall, strong, and on occasion, frightening. On one occasion, a psychiatrist let slip that the staff had been warned to walk behind my son at all times, yet, they sent him home for weekends to our family consisting of teenage daughters, my husband and myself. A catch-22 situation if I ever saw one. So, what did we do? My husband used his sense of humor whenever possible, and it often worked. I was less able to do this.

At medical school, psychiatrists and psychologists are taught to be ‘rather aloof’ – the only word that comes to mind – well, that doesn’t work for their patients or for their parents. When my son needed to feel that he was human after all, aloofness made him feel alone, lonely and neglected at the very time when he needed to be shown that he was human after all. Can you imagine how it must feel to lose your mind – your sanity?  I can’t.   What am I suggesting? ….I am suggesting that the doctor take care to use an empathetic tone of voice, that the doctor consider putting a hand on his patient’s arm when he is in indescribable distress and most important of all, that the doctor leave any remnant of an argument he/she might have had with a family member before leaving for the hospital. We all  know that  personal issues should never influence professional attitudes. Easier said than done? Yes, I know that. I also know that psychiatrists are only human. BUT, you chose this profession, not me.

Doctor, if your patient is suicidal, this is not an unusual occurrence for you, but, it is to his/her parents so please be generous with empathy when imparting this information to his/her parents. Those parents are going through their own kind of hell due to their child’s mental illness and need tender loving care desperately. My son needed to feel that he was in a safe, friendly environment. Instead, it was frightening.

The patient needs to be informed about any side effects caused by the heavy meds prescribed and if he/she asks about the side effects to their sexuality, the subject should not be avoided.

As parents don’t have the emotional energy to do so, it would be so helpful to help fight the stigma associated with mental illness. You have the wherewithal if you choose to do so.

Last, but not least, give your patients a glimmer of hope p l e a s e.  Nobody can live without hope.


Did my son’s therapists truly understand the trauma he suffered when he lost his sanity?

Can any of you out there imagine what it must be like to lose your sanity? To lose your sanity due to an illness? I often had the feeling that due to the overload of patients in most psychiatric hospitals, the therapists tend to forget that there is a sensitive person behind the ‘sick facade’ and simply distribute pills irrespective.

Every single person needs to have hope. Without hope, most of us are unable to go on. I nearly lost hope while having to watch the doctors prescribe one pill after another for my son in an effort to find the miracle drug that would help him. But, they never did. Some people are medication resistant but they need a modicum of hope in their lives right up until the very end.

Try not to forget the blessings that come each day ….


When we are two years old, success is not having an accident and peeing in our pants.
When we are twelve, success is having friends.
When we are seventeen, success is having a driving license.
When we are thirty-five, success is having money.
When we are fifty, success is having sufficient money for the future.
When we are eighty, success is not having an accident and wetting our pants.

DEPRESSING? NO, all we have to do is to try not to forget the blessings that come each day.

The way some seniors see life is: You believe in Santa Claus.
You don’t believe in Santa Claus.
You are Santa Claus. You even look like Santa Claus.