With the kind of fervour that only attaches to false certainty we tell ourselves that which we call “psychosis” is a thing separate from anything else, a thing separate from us, a thing we understand and a thing we know how to fix.

And we pretend it only happens to some, all the while at least one in three of us right now is experiencing one or more of the clinical symptoms of “psychosis”.
So is psychosis a thing or a delusion? and is it mine or  yours? Its hard to tell.

If anything it’s a state of being and like any other it passes.

It rarely occurs entirely un-connected with other events, and can usually and easily be understood in context of a person’s life. and if someone else’s psychosis doesn’t make sense to you yet then you have yet to learn about enough of their life.

What if “psychosis” is mostly you not understanding what I’m going through?

What if “psychosis” is mostly your fear of what might be happening [to me]? 

It is at least partly both these things –  so which of us need take drugs?

Often, and even mostly, what a person is experiencing is not dangerous at all -until we attempt to control and coerce them, until we use violence toward them.
 
Often what we are really seeking to treat is our own anxieties arising from our own lack of understanding that is made worse or even generated by the false certainty of the stories we tell ourselves and the stories we tell each other.

Here’s a different story..

An excellent opinion piece in NYT by Irene Hurford, a clinician who works with young people experiencing “psychosis” for the first time, on how she navigates through this landscape and the inner struggles she sometimes has in deciding how best to offer support at what can be a confusing and fearful time.

“Just because a person says something that we don’t understand doesn’t mean they are crazy. It means we’re  not smart enough to understand.”
V.A. Ramachandran

Medicating a Prophet

By IRENE HURFORD. NYT  Sunday Review . 1 Oct 2016

CreditRobert Beatty

Philadelphia — In the middle of the night in my second year of psychiatric residency, 13 years ago, I was awakened to see a prophet. The man, in his early 50s, had been living on the streets. He was a college graduate from a middle-class family. But on Christmas Eve three decades earlier, the Archangel Michael had come to him in a vision and demanded that he spread God’s word.

“He told me I would suffer great pain,” the man said. “His words are true. I suffer great pain.” He lifted his shirt and showed me his chest, covered in Kaposi sarcomas, the stigmata of full-blown AIDS.

He said he had come to the emergency room to preach. I encouraged him to check into the hospital for care. He refused, and I considered my options. I could allow him to leave, or I could admit him involuntarily. I knew, though, that if we gave him antipsychotic medication, he would realize that he was a homeless man with AIDS. Would he rather stay a prophet? Did he have the right to choose psychosis? Did I have the right to choose for him?

Psychosis refers to an experience of reality that is fundamentally different from the reality of others. As doctors, we expect those with psychosis to realize that their reality is false, and to agree that they need treatment. Perhaps unsurprisingly, they often don’t, exhibiting what we refer to as “lack of insight.”

If, however, lack of insight is defined as a failure to accept an alternative view of reality, then do the rest of us lack insight, too?

The assumption that someone else’s reality is invalid can foster distrust; it sends the message that we don’t respect this person’s experience of his or her own life. Many people who have been in the mental health system describe themselves as “survivors” — not of mental illness, but of treatment.

I run a program for young people experiencing psychosis for the first time. Every day I confront my impulse to coerce people into care. This spring, one of our participants, whom I will call Mark, once again went off his medications. He had been on track to finish his first semester of community college and was looking for part-time work when his father showed up after years of absence. Soon he was smoking weed daily with his father, had dropped out of school and was refusing to take his medications. Over the next few months he became increasingly psychotic, stopped sleeping and started rhyming all his sentences. Then the sentences gave way to incoherent word pairings that psychiatrists call “clanging.” Soon he was nearly mute and rail-thin. But he still refused medication.

I wanted to enforce treatment, so that so that he could eat, sleep and talk. My intentions were altruistic, but to Mark, coercion felt traumatic.

Currently, 46 states have laws for enforced outpatient care, often called assisted outpatient treatment. A bill called the Helping Families in Mental Crisis Act, now awaiting a vote in the Senate, includes provisions for funding such care.

Proponents of enforced treatment often point to horrific but rare events, like mass shootings, committed by people with mental illness. But psychosis alone is only a modest risk factor for violence. A 2009 study of more than 8,000 people with schizophrenia found that those who did not abuse drugs or alcohol were only slightly more likely than the general population to be violent.

There are several studies that demonstrate that assisted outpatient treatment can reduce the risk of hospitalization, arrest, crime, victimization and violence. Few, however, are based on high-quality randomized controlled trials. A 2014 meta-analysis of three randomized-controlled studies of more than 700 people found no statistically significant benefit of enforced outpatient care in reducing hospitalizations, arrests, homelessness or improving quality of life.

It can be devastating for families and doctors alike to watch psychosis seemingly claim the lives of those we love or care for. And in some situations, brief episodes of enforced inpatient or outpatient treatment may be necessary. But in my experience, weeklong inpatient stays, or yearlong outpatient treatment regimens, can do more harm than good when they engender distrust. Perhaps we must accept a new reality — to truly engage people in treatment we need to understand their own experience of psychosis and its treatment.

Many people describe their experience of psychosis as enriching or even ecstatic. One of my patients is promised a seat at God’s side in heaven. Another cries quietly while she describes how Jesus’ love keeps away the demons that infest her world. One describes his ability to take the pain from others; another has the power to see the future. Sometimes psychotic ideas are engrossing — a patient spent the summer contemplating the nature of substance and sound, and found them ultimately to be indistinguishable.

It’s hard to persuade someone who finds psychosis rewarding to adopt an alternate reality. In fact, studies demonstrate that positive experiences of psychosis are one reason people stop taking medication, in addition to side effects like weight gain, mental dulling and painful muscle spasms.

When the medications take full effect people sometimes emerge from a psychotic episode only to realize that they have alienated loved ones or damaged their lives as they knew them. We take the psychosis away, and then fail to acknowledge the loss.

Finally, the public and even many mental health providers are unaware of how often people with psychosis experience meaningful recovery, without necessarily being cured. Berta Britz, a friend, spent decades in and out of hospitals, on high anti-psychotic doses. Now off medications, she is a leader in mental health delivery services, and married last year.

So I am learning to be patient. Treatment decided collaboratively may not look like the treatment I initially think is best. After weeks of listening to Mark, even when I couldn’t understand him, I finally heard him whisper that he was scared. He had found an earlier trial of injectable medication terrifying. We talked about his right to choose his treatment, and his right to refuse. We talked about how hard he finds it to remember to take daily pills. That day he agreed to try a different injection. Two weeks ago he re-enrolled in community college.

One of my colleagues, Nev Jones, a psychologist who lived through her mother’s psychotic illness and for years experienced psychotic symptoms herself, thinks we need to interrogate our assumptions “about the relative value of a life lived ‘in psychosis’ versus one that better conforms to our idea of ‘health.’ ” Perhaps, she wrote to me, “a huge part of the problem lies with us rather than them: our inability to grasp loyalties so foreign to us, our own ‘dis-ease’ in the face of the choice for psychosis.”

That night 13 years ago, I did hospitalize my patient who thought he was a prophet, and he received treatment that he had not consented to. I never found out what happened to him. I think about him often; I question my decision each time I do.

Irene Hurford, an assistant professor of psychiatry at the University of Pennsylvania, directs a psychosis program at Horizon House, a community mental health agency.