Duty of care

Dr F writes – Burn out is not the same as PTSD although there may be superficial similarities. To say one is a form of the other conflates and devalues both conditions. It’s all in the word Disorder. Burn out sounds like a descriptive term and does not have the kudos of, say, Chronic Occupational Stress Disorder, COSD.

The British psychiatric community initially opposed the concept of PTSD seeing it as American preoccupation with litigation. Occupational health similarly oppose COSD because it implies a failure in duty of care on the part of the employer.

If you can’t hack it, just quit. It’s not our fault (if we have ground you down and destroyed all the interest and optimism that originally drew you into this career)

At Fulbourn in 1976, Dr C deliberately recruited the idealistic young that drifted through Cambridge to become the “Social Therapists” on his wards. It was some years past the peak of Anti-Psychiatry, but there was still sufficient distrust of over-qualified psychiatrists, for them to be pulled back to some instrumental role, whilst the under-qualified, who were obviously more in touch with what mattered, were pushed to the front.

It was interesting to watch how faced with the task of bringing about real change (an oxymoron in psychiatry), the idealistic youth became progressively disillusioned, only to be quickly replaced with a fresh cohort of hip holistic therapists. Of course what was completely lacking was any dynamic supervision, so that, oblivious to the counter-transference, the young untrained waded into enmeshed rescue fantasies, acting-in with disastrous consequences.

But I don’t think their experience was traumatic since they were so self-obsessed that they saw their failure as vindication of their struggle against the establishment.

Shame

It’s “Time to end the shame around Mental Health”. I don’t like the word shame. It’s easy to say let’s end the shame. Shame is like a guilty secret and now you’re a failure for not being able to “end the shame” as if it was as easy as that. Like “Jesus saves”, saves what?… it’s meaningless.

But I’m mixing up shame and guilt. Guilt is the judgement of the critical super-ego; shame is the failure to live up to the ego-ideal. Jesus, of course, was the embodiment of the ego-ideal, which superseded the vengeful critical super-ego of God (the Father!).

Maybe it’s time to stop the fear of judgement from the totalitarians of the left.

Service Users, Resource Centres, Care Plans… now don’t get me started. Shame on you David!

Long shots

I found some notes from an exhibition of Hopper’s paintings at the Tate Modern a few years back. I don’t really get art, but I like the few Hopper paintings everyone else does – the Night hawks, Friday morning, etc. The solitary pensive figures, the urban landscapes, the interior spaces framed through windows at night. I can feel the alienation and disaffection (which apparently means estranged and unfriendly). We’re all disaffected these days.

Edward Hopper
Solitary figure in theatre, 1903.

I particularly like photographs and paintings in long shot. Settings, buildings, human spaces, people going about their business. Incidental details, framed, cropped by some structure between observer and observed, some hiding place. For me, this is a window looking out at the world, rather than a window looking in to another’s private space.

Edouard Vuillard
Evening Effect, ca 1895.

Night, cities, shadows, everyday things. Long shots are like stolen glances. This is my style of observational documentary. I don’t want to intrude into people’s lives. I don’t want them to relate to me, or me to them. I’m outside of their lives. So, no street photography, no portraits of strangers, no close ups, no facial expressions. Just the human trading of the agora.