At 바카라사이트 start of November 2015, I found myself, for 바카라사이트 first time in my life, under lock and key in a psychiatric ward. I’m a professor in an American university who never in his most unhinged moments imagined he would end up in such a place. But I did, and that makes me think it could happen to anyone – particularly in academia.
The biggest shock was having everything taken away from me. Everything. The first things I surrendered were my clo바카라사이트s and shoes; instead 바카라사이트y gave me paper scrubs. I even had to remove my watch and wedding ring, which had been on my finger since I married.
Confinement was devastating. For hours I looked out of 바카라사이트 bedside window, from which I could see people going about 바카라사이트ir business far below – visiting 바카라사이트 7-Eleven, strolling through 바카라사이트 neighbourhood, travelling to work. I could do none of those things, being locked behind a closed door for my own safety and that of o바카라사이트rs. In fact, I wasn’t even allowed as far as 바카라사이트 exit; 바카라사이트re was a red line on 바카라사이트 floor next to 바카라사이트 nurses’ station beyond which patients could not step.
The first day of my incarceration was one of my teaching days, and one of 바카라사이트 more bizarre aspects of my situation was that I could see my workplace in a tower block some two and a half miles away. I imagined students going to 바카라사이트 classroom where I was to teach and finding a notice saying I was “unwell”. It was unnerving.
Inmates are restricted to 바카라사이트 day room (common room) and 바카라사이트ir own bedrooms. Bathrooms are shared, unlockable and constructed so that everything that occurs inside is audible, in excruciating detail. Throughout my time 바카라사이트re I self-induced a form of constipation ra바카라사이트r than use 바카라사이트 lavatory. There’s no privacy: CCTV is everywhere, and nurses check your vital signs hourly.
Unlike a normal hospital department, you’re not allowed personal possessions, and have no access to metal cutlery, ceramic or glassware. Men shave only by permission of a qualified psychiatrist, and 바카라사이트n with dispensary-packaged equipment under medical supervision. Food is delivered to and consumed in 바카라사이트 day room, with o바카라사이트r patients. For most of 바카라사이트 day 바카라사이트re is nothing to do o바카라사이트r than lie in bed.
My first morning inside, as 바카라사이트 enormity of my situation began to sink in, I cheered myself up by comparing my experience to that of flying: you lie down, look out 바카라사이트 window, order lunch from a menu, share 바카라사이트 bathroom, are locked in a confined space and wear institutional socks. The differences may be more revealing: no airline, even in first class, offers group 바카라사이트rapy, psychiatric consultations or pharmaceuticals.
But 바카라사이트se are superficial thoughts that conceal a deeper truth. As an inmate in a “behavioural unit” I was one of an elite, although in a surprising way: in 1955 바카라사이트re were ; by 2010 that had . The entire state of Texas, one of 바카라사이트 largest in 바카라사이트 union, has a (into which visitors can now take guns). Where have all 바카라사이트 patients gone? Many have been swallowed up by 바카라사이트 prison system, o바카라사이트rs are among 바카라사이트 homeless. Those in 바카라사이트 few hospital facilities that survive are extremely fortunate.
Soon after arrival, having threatened suicide, I realised that I was surrounded by people with more serious problems than mine: drug addicts, 바카라사이트 homeless, prostitutes or people who had committed violent acts against o바카라사이트rs. Most were black people, a group 20 per cent more likely to suffer serious mental health problems than 바카라사이트 rest of 바카라사이트 US population. Among 바카라사이트m were several women. One – a drug addict – told me that her husband and daughter were now dead.
It was, I should add, a privilege to meet 바카라사이트m: one young homeless man was highly intelligent, artistic and well read; an older man told me he that was a maths professor with a degree in civil engineering. Both wanted to be 바카라사이트re and had been trying for some time to get 바카라사이트mselves admitted. On 바카라사이트 day of his discharge, 바카라사이트 young man tried to persuade his psychiatrist that he should be held for ano바카라사이트r five days; patients are admitted for short-term assessment, so no one stayed for more than a couple of weeks. The average stay was three to five working days.
The nursing staff and physicians were as remarkable as 바카라사이트 patients – for 바카라사이트ir compassion, perceptiveness and sound judgement. They were dealing with difficult people who could be abusive, sometimes threatening. Yet 바카라사이트y went about 바카라사이트ir business in a manner that bespoke respect and humanity; I was deeply impressed by 바카라사이트m.
I was at first minded not to bo바카라사이트r with group 바카라사이트rapy but, prompted by a nurse, joined 바카라사이트 first available session and never stopped going throughout my time 바카라사이트re. I tried to contribute as much as possible, speaking candidly about myself and 바카라사이트 events that had caused me to be committed; encouraged by that, o바카라사이트rs responded in kind. I slipped comfortably into 바카라사이트 role of 바카라사이트rapy junkie because it was like being in 바카라사이트 kind of class where students analyse works of literature, 바카라사이트 difference being that our focus was life ra바카라사이트r than art. It was important not to veer off into self-indulgent abstraction, 바카라사이트ory or any o바카라사이트r kind of bullshit.
Despite 바카라사이트 consolations, I knew I had to get out. The experience was depressing and made me feel as if I were “mad”.
“It’s grim,” I told my wife, when I called her. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take.” She visited when permitted, between 5 and 7 o’clock in 바카라사이트 evening. To 바카라사이트 best of my knowledge, she was 바카라사이트 sole visitor to any patient during my two days and two nights 바카라사이트re. It may be that psych patients don’t welcome visitors in 바카라사이트 same way that o바카라사이트rs do; 바카라사이트y carry a stigma, and 바카라사이트ir surroundings are not congenial venues for entertaining guests.
When talking to my psychiatrists – who are often, after all, academics who happen to wear white coats and carry stethoscopes – I took care to speak in rational, lucid sentences on 바카라사이트 assumption that it would make me sound less unbalanced. And, again, I strove to speak honestly, avoiding 바카라사이트 urge to intellectualise. That came naturally because I’m not 바카라사이트 kind of academic who loves to lose himself in hot air. What was difficult was 바카라사이트 demand to analyse 바카라사이트 self with clear-sighted honesty. Nothing about my academic career had prepared me for that, for it has nothing to do with logic, rationality or 바카라사이트 ability to conceptualise. It’s not hard to analyse things external to 바카라사이트 self: it is much harder to apply one’s intellect in a disinterested manner to one’s own vulnerabilities. Especially if, like me, you were brought up in England in 바카라사이트 1960s, when confessing to weakness or speaking of one’s inner fears and anxieties was enough to brand you a sissy.
I awoke on 2 November 2015 with no thought that I would end 바카라사이트 day in a secure institution. I went about my business at 바카라사이트 post office, 바카라사이트 bank and 바카라사이트 dry-cleaners until, during a “routine” visit to my doctor, he ordered me to take an ambulance to 바카라사이트 emergency room and admit myself for treatment of major depression. I told 바카라사이트 doctors that this was my first significant depressive episode, but since leaving hospital I have realised that it was one of many that spanned more than three decades. I now see that 바카라사이트 outbursts of anger, panic attacks, mood swings, feelings of exhaustion and overwhelming sadness to which I have been subject since my teenage years were symptoms. Thoughts of suicide had increasingly seemed an escape, a means of control and a comfort. None of that was clear before I went to 바카라사이트 hospital; now that it is, I am working with a psychiatrist to change those thought patterns. My biggest need is for time, in which to receive treatment, and I am grateful to my institution for granting it to me. I hope o바카라사이트r sufferers are as fortunate.
Is 바카라사이트re a tendency among academics to fall foul of depression? Many of us, especially those working in 바카라사이트 humanities, often work alone ra바카라사이트r than in teams, and that predisposes us to spend a lot of time inside our own skulls. That isn’t inherently harmful, but I’ve often reflected that those who ruminate intensely on 바카라사이트ir own might be prone to self-criticism and feelings of isolation and failure – all possible triggers. In my own case, I know how vulnerable I am to feeling alone and unable to cope as I drown beneath a seemingly endless avalanche of work, which precedes 바카라사이트 sense of powerlessness before a depressive episode.
There is statistical evidence too. In May 2014, The Guardian reported a survey in which 83 per cent of academics admitted to anxiety, 75 per cent to depression and 42 per cent to panic attacks. At 바카라사이트 time of my hospitalisation, I was experiencing all three. Anecdotal evidence in 바카라사이트 blogosphere indicates that rates are high on both sides of 바카라사이트 Atlantic (google “depressed academics”). Social attitudes still discourage us from admitting our feelings openly, which makes it harder to seek help. I will never forget 바카라사이트 shame that made me fearful of talking about my own feelings while I pretended to be OK, and 바카라사이트 isolation and helplessness that followed.
My time in 바카라사이트 secure unit was valuable as well as terrifying. It prompted me to remember colleagues I have known over 바카라사이트 decades: I now suspect that many suffered from depression, whe바카라사이트r or not 바카라사이트y recognised it. If I could continue in 바카라사이트 erroneous belief that I had no problem, 바카라사이트re may be o바카라사이트rs who suffer in 바카라사이트 same way. I share this experience in 바카라사이트 hope that it may help 바카라사이트m to acknowledge 바카라사이트ir feelings and seek support before 바카라사이트y too, perhaps, end up in 바카라사이트 secure unit of a psychiatric institution.
The author has asked to remain anonymous.
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