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Crossing Streets.

I didn’t mind that I had to wait to cross the street. The yellow-white light of the Spring sun shimmered in the infinite depths of the lapis lazuli sky. The afternoon breeze lifted the fragrance of sweet flowers over the concrete and fluttered the short sleeves of my summer blouse.

Then I heard a man. He seemed to aim his voice, full of gravel, towards me.

“WOOOO WHEEEE!” He chuckled. “Lawd have mercy!”

ignore him don’t turn your head ignore him don’t look ignore him stay still

My peripheral vision saw his tall figure approach me before I heard him: “Doctah!”

okay he is probably talking to you take a breath

I turned. Though his pants, tee shirt, and jacket were all too large for his frame, it was a stylish look on him. His baseball cap was on backwards and pinned his dreadlocks away from his face.

“How you doin’?” he greeted, his smile revealing several missing teeth. He extended his right fist, a wordless invitation to extend my fist for a bump.

“So what are you supposed to do when you see your patient out in public?” We all looked at the professor with great expectation.

“What do you think?” (Of course a professor of psychiatry would answer a question with a question.)

“Well, you want to respect the patient’s privacy, so you probably shouldn’t say anything.”

“But what if your patient sees you first? And says hi?”

“It seems rude if you don’t say hi back. But if your patient is with another person, that could get awkward fast. What if the other person says, ‘How do you two know each other?'”

“I’d probably go out of my way to avoid my patient. I’d cross the street or something.”

“But that’s weird, too. Your patient might wonder why you’re avoiding them.”

“Or my patient might appreciate that I am keeping the boundaries clear.”

“If my patient said hi to me first, then I would probably say hi back and then try to get away as soon as possible.”

“What do you think they do in smaller communities? Doctors and patient see each other all the time when they shop for groceries and stuff.”

“That might be embarrassing: I don’t want my patients seeing me in sweats when I’m shopping for food.”

“Why are we assuming that patients would want to talk with us in public, anyway?”

The group reached a consensus: If you see your patient, but your patient doesn’t acknowledge you, don’t acknowledge them. You have a duty to keep things confidential. If your patient says hello to you first, be a person and say hello back, but keep it superficial and brief. And the next time you see each other, ask the patient how s/he would like to proceed in the future if you two run into each other again.

“I hope I never run into my patients,” someone mumbled.

The most memorable patient run-in I’ve had in a public setting occurred on a bus.

I was sitting in the back half of a double-length bus. Most of the seats were occupied and a few people were standing in the aisle. The grassy trashy odor of marijuana wafted from the rear of the bus. A young woman, who was under my care several times at a crisis center, and a young man boarded the bus. She saw me first.

“Hey! Doctor! How you doing?” she shouted at me. I nodded back at her. The older woman sitting next to me shot a glance at me, then sighed.

The young woman grabbed the young man’s hand and pulled him down the aisle. The two or three people ahead of them had no place to sit, so they halted and turned around. The young woman was thus about six feet away from me; she couldn’t get any closer.

As the bus lurched into motion, she leaned around the two or three people and raised her voice over the rumble of the engine: “Hey, Doc! I’m doing better these days! I haven’t been to the crisis center in like a month!”

“That’s good,” I replied. Maybe this will be the end of the conversation.

“I still take the Seroquel and Depakote now,” she continued. “Those meds really help. I take them every day.”

There was no street for me to cross. Okay, I guess this is really happening.

“But the meds are expensive! I want to keep taking them, but they cost a lot. Do you know where I can get meds for cheap?” Her eyes were eager.

The older woman sitting next to me heaved another sigh and closed her eyes.

Okay, if we’re going to do this, let’s really do this, then. I took a deep breath.

“Target has a four dollar list and those medications might be on that list. So, best case scenario, each medication will only cost $4 a month. Costco also has medications for cheap, sometimes medications that aren’t on the Target list. You don’t need a membership to use the pharmacy there.”

“For real? I can get medications at Costco without being a member?”

“Yeah. It’s a good deal.” Maybe someone else on the bus can use this information, too.

“Okay, cool. Target and Costco. Thanks, Doc!” She turned to the young man and began planning where they would get food for dinner.

As I stepped off the bus a few stops later, she called, “Bye, Doc! Thanks again!” I smiled and waved.

“Hi!” I said to the man with the gravel in his voice. you look familiar but how do I know you jail yes you were my patient in jail and what is your name what is your name wow you look so different but of course you do because you’re wearing regular clothes and you’re smiling and you’re outside on this beautiful day

I extended my right hand. We bumped fists.

“I’m doin’ real good, Doc. I take my meds every day and I live here.” He pointed to the handsome brick building down the street. “I ain’t picked up in a while and I’m takin’ care of myself. Things are good, Doc.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” I smiled.

“How you doin’?” he asked again, the gravel rattling in this throat.

“I’m well, thank you.”

“Well, you have a blessed day and you take care of yo’self!” He laughed and pointed at me while he walked away.

The white walking man appeared on the traffic light. I crossed the street. I was still smiling.

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Reflections from the National Council Conference.

So I attended the National Council for Behavioral Health conference[1. The National Council also named me a “top tweeter“. Two people suggested that I add that to my CV.] last week with close to 7000 other people, the vast majority of whom were not my closest friends. When I reflect back over the conference, three and a half talks come to mind as noteworthy:

Mess Up Your Costing and It Will Cost You Everything. I was not the target audience for this talk. Scott Lloyd, the president of a consulting company associated with the National Council, noted that the intended audience included CEOs and CFOs. And, indeed, much of his talk focused on managing costs in a behavioral health organization so expenses don’t exceed revenue. Like many other talks at the conference, he highlighted the use of data, making it transparent to all staff, and encouraging financial leadership at organizations to explain what the data means so staff understand what they’re looking at.

What struck me most about his talk, though, was the amount of time he spent telling the audience—repeatedly—that they cannot demand their clinical staff to “do more”. He recognizes that clinical staff are already doing as much as they can. He instead urged the audience to do whatever they could to make the lives of their clinical staff easier (e.g., reduce documentation burdens). That helps organizations retain staff and promotes staff satisfaction.

It’s always nice when an administrative leader advocates for the workforce. And I got to learn more about the lens CFOs and CEOs use while at work.

Fireside Chat with the Surgeon General. I’ve already written about my impressions of the Surgeon General when he spoke to a room of about 30 people. This time, Admiral Murthy was on a stage in front of several thousand people. He told stories; he spoke about the important people in his life who have shaped his worldview; he spoke with humility about his role.

He didn’t share groundbreaking policies or ideas. He simply shared himself and his values with the audience. His wisdom and grace seems uncommon in people of his age and status.

Listening to him speak made me reflect upon what I do in my professional roles. His talk inspired me to do and be better.

Fireside Chat with CMS. I don’t understand all the regulations that come out of the Centers for Medicare and Medicaid Services (CMS), which is why I decided to hear what CMS had to say.

I was surprised when the CMS representative identified himself as the chief medical officer! Of course CMS would have a medical director, though I didn’t expect that he would speak at this non-physician conference. I was delighted to learn that Dr. Patrick Conway continues to see patients as a pediatrician. He asked for ideas and feedback from the audience and didn’t run away when his scheduled time was over. (A mob of close to 30 people, out of an audience of several hundred, came up to him afterwards to ask him more questions.) He acknowledged that the regulations that CMS imposes get in the way of innovation.

Sometimes I forget that some people who work in bureaucratic administrations want things to change, too. It’s also hard for a single person to change the direction of a bureaucracy. However, I appreciate the efforts of these single individuals because at least they’re trying. I also appreciate Dr. Conway making himself open and available to field questions from a room of people who may not have the warmest feelings towards CMS.

Social Determinants of Health. Two speakers shared the hour to discuss their respective activities. One speaker was Dr. Michael Sernyak, who spoke about his efforts in addressing “food insecurity” and nutrition in a community mental health center he oversees in New Haven, Connecticut. He shared his story about working with community partners to improve the quality and nutrition of food served in the center, which included cultivating a community garden, hiring a nutritionist, and providing explicit training to both staff and patients about the role and importance of nutrition in (behavioral) health care. He also spoke about the unintended benefits of this program: Apparently residents who live near the community garden have reported that the neighborhood is now safer.

The National Council is not a physician conference. He noted that, when his gave this exact same talk at the American Psychiatric Association conference, which is a physician conference that also has an attendance of thousands of people, only four people attended. At this conference, the room was packed: People standing at the perimeter of the room and others sitting on the floor in the aisle.

I liked both the simplicity and elegance of his vision, particularly since food affects health in more ways than one. I also appreciate that, while this intervention was simple, it was not easy.

I’m grateful that I was able to attend the conference and learn what other people are thinking and doing. I won’t lie: I also followed all the suggestions for coping with the conference and still felt cognitively impaired by the second day. Quiet and solitude are wonderful things.

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Thoughts on the Movie “Get Out”.

Have you seen the movie Get Out? If you haven’t, what follows might spoil part of the movie for you. You might want to watch it before reading this.

If you have seen Get Out, this post ponders the role of psychiatry in the movie. (Full disclosure: I enjoyed and recommend the movie.)

We learn early on in the movie that Rose’s mother is a psychiatrist. Chris, Rose’s boyfriend, asks something like, “She’s a psychologist?”

The response Chris receives is something like, “No, she’s a psychiatrist.”

While I can’t know for sure, I believe that the writer of the film, Jordan Peele[1. If you are not familiar with Jordan Peele, please go watch some clips of Key and Peele.], wanted to highlight the difference between the two. Psychiatrists are physicians. And some physicians, under the guise of expertise, have promoted racist ideas.

Dr. Samuel Cartwright was a physician who practiced in Alabama, Mississippi, and Louisiana in the years leading up to the American Civil War. He defended slavery and wrote pieces that argued that blacks were inferior to whites.

One of his articles, “Diseases and Peculiarities of the Negro Race“, describes “drapetomania, or the disease causing Negroes to run away”. Because he describes drapetomania “is as much a disease of the mind as any other species of mental alienation”, it is clear that this is a psychiatric condition, such as kleptomania (compulsive stealing), pyromania (compulsive fire-setting), and dipsomania (the old name for alcohol use disorders).

In this article Dr. Cartwright asserts that God has ordained blacks as “submissive knee-bender[s]” and are “intended to occupy… the position of submission”. To support that blacks were destined to be “submissive knee-benders”, he states that “in the anatomical conformation of his knees, we see [it] written in the physical structure of his knees, being more flexed or bent, than any other kind of a man.”

To prevent the development of drapetomania, he states:

if his master or overseer be kind and gracious in his hearing towards him, without condescension, and at the same time ministers to his physical wants, and protects him from abuses, the negro is spell-bound, and cannot run away.

In Get Out, Chris (plus Georgiana, Walter, and Andrew) becomes obviously “spell-bound” through the hypnotic powers of the porcelain cup and silver spoon. One could argue that Rose is demonstrating faith in this practice as she was initially “kind and gracious”, “without condescension”, “ministers to his physical wants”, and “protects him from abuses” (remember the police officer who pulled them over?).

Dr. Cartwright comments that, in the course of drapetomania, slaves become “sulky and dissatisfied” before they run away. He advises that “the cause of this sulkiness and dissatisfaction should be inquired into and removed, or they are apt to run away or fall into the negro consumption.” However, if slaves were “sulky and dissatisfied without cause,” he states that the treatment was “in favor of whipping them out of it, as a preventive measure against absconding, or other bad conduct. It was called whipping the devil out of them.”[2. Wikipedia also comments that another treatment for drapetomania included “removal of both big toes”, which makes running difficult.]

Chris becomes understandably “sulky and dissatisfied” with his time at the Armitage home and seeks to flee. Though he wasn’t whipped to treat his drapetomania, it’s not a hard stretch to argue that the plan to remove most of his brain (“coagula”) is essentially whipping the devil out of him so that only his body remains.

Dr. Cartwright apparently published these ideas in the New Orleans Medical and Surgical Journal (as well as De Bow’s Review, a magazine of “agricultural, commercial, and industrial progress and resource” in the American South). This publication came from his work as the chairman Louisiana State Medical Convention committee. One of their tasks was to “examine the diseases peculiar to the Black slaves of the antebellum South”.[3. From a Lancet article called “Drapetomania“.] This was a professional medical opinion!

To be clear, not all physicians agreed with Dr. Cartwright’s opinion. Dr. Hunt, a physician who practiced in Buffalo, New York—that is, North of the Mason-Dixon line—lampooned Dr. Cartwright’s concept of drapetomania. He rightly wondered why drapetomania seemed to only exist in the South. He made wry remarks that drapetomania seems to affect the neurons of slaves so that they only flee in a northerly direction. He also pointed out that drapetomania resembled the condition of schoolchildren who ran away from school to play.

In essence, Dr. Hunt shouted, “Context matters!”

Dr. Cartwright sincerely believed that drapetomania was an inherent quality of black people.[4. Dr. Cartwright also described “dysaethesia aethiopica“, or “hebetude or mind and obtuse sensibility of body” that only occurred in blacks in the South.] As he was a fish in the sea of Southern slaveowning culture, he either could or would not believe that social and political context affects the definitions of psychiatric conditions. (He also could not believe that his ideas were wrong.) Maybe Jordan Peele was thinking about Dr. Cartwright and drapetomania when he created the characters in Get Out. Maybe he wasn’t; maybe he was pointing out the consequences and longevity of racism.

Psychiatry has been and can easily become an agent of social control. The moment we begin to think that we’re too good or too smart or too sophisticated to become agents of social control, we and the people under our care are doomed.

It is paramount that we remember this always in the current political climate. May we have the wisdom and courage of Dr. Hunt.

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(Stupid) Status Games.

I only noticed later that he had a taser on his belt, which means that he was probably a sergeant.

After the doors closed and the elevator lurched into motion, he turned to me and said, “C’mon, smile! It’s not so bad.”

His comment snapped me out of my reverie. I turned my head to look at him and reflexively smiled, though immediately wondered why. His glasses lacked rims and his head lacked hair.

“Are you almost done with your day?” I asked. Maybe he was having a bad day.

He snorted before he glanced at his watch. “Eh… maybe.”

Shift change was in less than 45 minutes.

“Might you have to work mandatory overtime?” The officers I work with often learn of their mandatory overtime shifts about an hour before the next shift begins.

“Ha! No,” the officer laughed. He looked at me again as the elevator reached my floor. “I’ve worked here longer than you’ve been alive.”

Now, in retrospect, I should have let that one go. Maybe he was giving me a compliment: You look young! The sneer in his voice, though, suggested that he wasn’t.

“I think you believe I’m younger than I actually am,” I said over my shoulder as I walked out of the elevator.

“I’ve been working here for 36 years!” he called after me.

“I’m older than that,” I said, without turning my head.

Before the elevator doors slid completely shut, he shouted, “NOT BY MUCH!”

“I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t have said, ‘I’ve worked here longer than you’ve been alive,” if I were a guy,” I complained to my female colleagues.

“Yeah… but, you know, he was right: You’re not much older than 36 years.”

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Race.

No one was sitting near us at the fast food chain, but my dad lowered his voice anyway.

“You were three or four years old,” he said. “We were watching an NBA game on TV. You asked, ‘Where are the white people who play?’ Even little kids notice these things.”

“How did you answer my question?”

“I didn’t.”

About 5% of inmates in the jail are in psychiatric housing at any given time. My current post assignment is with males who demonstrate acute symptoms, which comprises about 2% of the entire jail population. A small team works with this 2%.

To be clear, not all people with psychiatric conditions are put in psychiatric housing. Sometimes people start there and, as their condition improves, they move on to general population housing. Some people with psychiatric conditions never come to psychiatric housing. How one behaves, not one’s diagnosis, determines where one is housed.

I don’t know if the racial mix of my patients is proportional to the racial mix of all the people in jail. It’s rare that the patients I care for are comprised of only one race. I have yet to ask, “Where are all the white people?” However, I’ve certainly asked that before in another correctional setting.

I’ve often framed the processes of clinical work as a game. Maybe this is a product of clinical training: When working in hospital services, you’ve “won the game” if you were able to discharge all of your patients. You make informal wagers as to the duration of rounding: “Oh, our attending is Dr. So-and-So, so we’ll finish in less than an hour, tops,” or “Dr. Blah-Blah is on service now. You think three hours? Four? Five?!”

It’s probably just one way of coping.

While on various outreach teams, the objective of the game was to keep all of my patients out of the hospital. When working in a clinic in a medical center, it was to get all my patients well enough so that I could send them back to primary care. Now, the game is to get them out of the most acute unit and prevent them from returning. (The object of the game really should be how to keep people out of jail. That requires coordinated efforts across space and time, particularly for people with complex psychiatric conditions.)

Sometimes my patients are young black males. Sometimes they talk about problems they’ve had with officers or other inmates in the jail.

“I don’t want you to come right back to this unit if we send you out.” That’s how I usually start it. “If someone else gives you a hard time or starts being a jerk to you, what are you going to do to help you stay there and not get sent back here?”

People are often doing much better by the time we’re able to have this conversation. They usually provide reasonable answers.

Even though no one else is sitting near us, I then lower my voice.

“You’re a young black man. Some people here—not everyone, but some of them—react to you in certain ways just because of the color of your skin. That’s not fair, but, sometimes, that’s what happens. You know this much better than I do.”

I remain struck with how their faces soften. Jail is a hard place to be and people adopt hard expressions on their faces. When this coversation happens, these young black men invariably smile, but not from joy.

“So if something happens, you have to figure out how to respond so that you’re not the one who comes back here. Does that make sense?”

Sometimes they thank me for talking about race; sometimes they tell me that they already know what they need to do; sometimes they simply assert, “Don’t worry, I won’t come back here.”

Why do I lower my voice when I talk about this? Would I bring this up if I were a white female? a white male? Does the fact that I look obviously Asian work in my favor? Do I need to bring up something that they already know? Am I just being rude? Do good intentions matter when people find the intentions condescending?

Am I actually helping them when I frame things this way? Or am I only making myself feel better?

It’s a small sample size and completely anecdotal: After we have this conversation, they don’t return to the unit.

Maybe they were never going to come back, anyway.