Back in the day, before most of you remember, every time the
pharmaceutical industry discovered a new psychoactive drug psychiatrists near
and far discovered that all of their patients were suffering from the illness
in question.
This is not to say, I underscore, that many
of these medications—whether Thorazine, Tofranil, Valium, Lithium or Prozac-
were not life-savers for those who suffered from mental illness. Of course, many of
the conditions in question, from psychosis to bipolar disorder were physical
conditions, not mental problems, but the truth is, for many people the drugs
were miracle-makers.
We remember the massive marketing campaign to sell Prozac
and the other SSRIs. True enough, these pills proved beneficial in treating
many kinds of depression. This was especially important at a time when the
world was still wallowing in psychoanalytic therapies that aggravated the
condition.
And then, before you knew it, everyone was taking Prozac. Primary
care physicians were handing it out like candy. As for its unwanted side
effects, you could read about them occasionally in the press, but most people
waved them off as part of the risk we assume when we take such medications.
Anyway, thanks to Prozac we were living in Prozac Nation.
Now however, if we are to believe Alex Williams—I have no reason not to believe
him—we are living in the United States of Xanax. A nicely turned phrase…
kudos to Williams.
Does it mean that the market for SSRIs is saturated and that
the medical profession has some new wonder drug in the pipeline? Does it mean
that Xanax looks like it could gain more market share? After all, when Tiger
Woods was recently found discombobulated in his car, one of the contributing
medications was Xanax. Like Woods, everyone seems to be taking a cocktail of
medications these days. It’s not a good thing. It would be a better thing if
people could learn how to deal with everyday dilemmas. Of course, if they are
following the instructions that I read about in New York Magazine's two therapy
columns, one by Ask Polly and the other by therapist Lori Gottlieb, there is no
way that they will ever learn that from their therapists. See yesterday's post, e.g.
As it happens, anxiety and depression are close
cousins. People who suffer from anxiety often manifest depressive symptoms.
But, since Prozac seems not to be working quite as effectively as it once was,
psychiatrists want to know what they need to add to the cocktail in order to
cause their patients to zone out completely. You may not think that it's good to zone out, but at least they will be feeling no pain. Often they will be feeling no pleasure, but, that's part of the price of admission.
So, via Williams, here’s a picture of anxiety:
This
past winter, Sarah Fader, a 37-year-old social media consultant in Brooklyn who
has generalized anxiety disorder, texted a friend in Oregon about an impending
visit, and when a quick response failed to materialize, she posted on
Twitter to her 16,000-plus followers. “I don’t hear from my friend for
a day — my thought, they don’t want to be my friend anymore,” she wrote,
appending the hashtag #ThisIsWhatAnxietyFeelsLike.
Thousands
of people were soon offering up their own examples under the hashtag; some were
retweeted more than 1,000 times. You might say Ms. Fader struck a nerve. “If
you’re a human being living in 2017 and you’re not anxious,” she said on the
telephone, “there’s something wrong with you.”
So, anxiety disorder is the new normal. Think about it: Sarah
Fader has over 16,000 Twitter followers and she is in anguish over losing a
friend. As for knowing what anxiety feels like, we can revel in the fact that
Sarah Fader has offered a definitive answer to Bob Dylan’s seminal question: “How
does it feel, to be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling
stone?”
As I have often noted, modern America is awash in anomie.
Fader describes it well. Besides, how can you function in the world when your
singular friend is, as Fader says, a “they.”
In our therapy culture people are far more concerned with
knowing how it feels than in figuring out what to do about it. I would add that
if someone fails to call you back within a day and you think you have lost a
friend, there is something wrong with you. If your friend does not call you in a day, call
back. Don’t blame it on the culture or the political situation.
You have far more control over who are your friends than you
have over the current political scene. If you think that your anxiety has been caused by politics you are writing yourself into an impotence that is
feeding your anxiety.
If, indeed, it’s really anxiety. After all, Fader seems
notably thin-skinned, like the snowflakes who are worrying about
microaggressions. This is also a sign of depression, for anyone who cares.
Hypersensitivity to social slights characterizes a social
being that is hanging by a thread, an individual who does not really connect, whose social contacts are more
likely to be characterized by systematic rudeness and disrespect. If everyone
is as into themselves as their therapists have told them to be, they probably have not done the work necessary to have a functioning group of friends and acquaintances.
To be fair and balanced here, one understands that the media
has spent a considerable amount of time and effort ginning up everyone’s
anxiety. Remember when Pres. Trump discarded the Paris Climate Accord. Reporters were camped out waiting for the apocalypse, for
the end of the world. We were not quite as anxious as we were when Orson Welles
announced that out planet had been invaded by Martians, but the media has done
an excellent job of ginning up the anxiety—it’s good for ratings.
Williams explains:
… anxiety
is starting to seem like a sociological condition, too: a shared cultural
experience that feeds on alarmist CNN graphics and metastasizes through social
media.
Anxiety seems to be more common among girls than among boys—thank
you, feminism—but one hesitates before drawing conclusions from the diagnostic
habits of psychiatrists. Often they diagnose to the pills they have available
and even to the diseases that the culture seems to favor.
Williams continues to explain how the culture has produced
anxiety:
But
monitored by helicopter parents, showered with participation awards and then
smacked with the Great Recession, Generation Y has also suffered from the
low-level anxiety that comes from failing to meet expectations. Thus the
invention of terms like “quarter-life
crisis” and “FOMO” (“fear of missing out,” as it is fueled by social media
apps like Instagram). Thus cannabis, the quintessential chill-out drug, is
turned into a $6.7 billion industry.
Sexual
hedonism no longer offers escape; it’s now filtered through the stress of
Tinder. “If someone rejects you, there’s no, ‘Well, maybe there just wasn’t
chemistry …,’” Jacob Geers, a 22-year-old in New York who works in digital
sales, said. “It’s like you’re afraid that through the app you’ll finally look
into the mirror and realize that you’re butt ugly,” he added.
In truth, it might not be such a bad thing if the generation
that grew up on self-esteemist policies and that has had its love of country,
its very patriotism systematically undermined by the educational establishment
should feel anxious about its future, about its ability to compete against
peers in East Asia. On the question of teaching American patriotism, see a
recent article by E. D. Hirsh. (Via Maggie’s Farm)
Students are taught to fight for social justice, to value
diversity as an end in itself and to see education as a mental health exercise.
They know, because their anxiety tells them so, that they are not being
prepared to compete in the world. That they are not being trained to work hard
and to make a living. They are being trained to be professional parasites,
imagining that they are living off the wealth generated by others, but, in
truth, living off of America’s superior capacity to run up mountains of debt.
Since we have been living in the United States of Anxiety
for years now it seems like a cheap shot to blame it on Donald Trump.
Williams does not do so. He takes a balanced approach:
But if
Mr. Trump became president because voters were anxious, as a recent Atlantic article
would have readers believe, other voters have become more anxious because he
became president. Even those not distressed by the content of his messages
might find the manner in which they are dispensed jarring.
10 comments:
"social media consultant in Brooklyn" well that kind of says it all.
Life is hard, and life is real. It's NOT like what we see on TV and the movies.
The ever expanding medication side is scary. And this blog didn't even talk about prescription painkillers and the expanding opiate addictions. Now that more white people are being afflicted, it becomes an issue worth addressing.
But meanwhile we have a AG who wants to increase criminal penalties, mandatory minimum sentencing in nonviolent crime of drug possession.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/national-security/sessions-reviews-justice-department-criminal-charging-policy/2017/05/09/74ffac3a-2e8d-11e7-8674-437ddb6e813e_story.html
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“If you are addicted to opiates, you’ll get White House attention and increased treatment options,” Miller said. “If you get picked up with crack in your pocket, you’ll get jail time and a mandatory minimum.
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IAC says "Follow the money", and I think that's useful to consider in states where they're expanding private for-profit prisons, funded by tax-payers. A half empty prison doesn't make money for shareholders.
Actually, this blog has been writing about the opioid epidemic for years. How did you miss it?
p.s. I'm sorry, I agree. When I said "blog", I was referring to this specific day topic on anxiety. It looks like the proper term should be "blog post" to clarify.
incidentally, google can quickly find the recent ones:
https://www.google.com/search?q=opioid+site:stuartschneiderman.blogspot.com
Two factors play into this anxiety: (1) the compression of change over time, and (2) we are awash in data, but have little information. This retards context, and creates fear of the future, whether it's economic turmoil brought on by labor arbitrage (destroying the USA's manufacturing base) or federal guarantees for banks peddling over-leveraged derivatives (fraud), or the fear that your kid's tricycle is going to kill him because of trace amounts of lead in the handle bars, which you found out watching the 11:00 news. We can't get along with our neighbors down the block, but we somehow believe national politicians (of both/all spectral varieties) who tell us centralized control is the solution to all our problems. We are sowing the poison of dependence, whether it's Xanax or magical money from Santa Claus in D.C. And the delivery mechanism for all this nonsense -- the Glowing Box -- distorts our sense of time and reality, making things seem more urgent, more painful and more threatening than they actually are. Wisdom says time heals all wounds. But why wait the test of time when you can pop a pill? That's the challenge of our age. We have enslaved ourselves to technology instead of being it's master. Yes, technology improves the quality of life when it serves humanity, but the daily phalanx of data pretzelizes our relationship to time, and it's making is into obsessive-compulsive chattering leprechauns with the patience of a gnat intoxicated with mind-eraser fluid. Not pretty. Maybe the drugs help, but we seem to have lost our understanding of how we arrived at the diagnosis. If every kids gets a participation trophy, what age will they have to be before they receive awards based on merit? We seem to have found a way to make the long human childhood even longer. What are we preparing them for? It certainly doesn't seem we're preparing them to understand, address and manage the human condition... the true and perpetual reality. All this endless entertainment and economic preparation seems to be wedging out an understanding of what it means to be a human person. How does one live a good life? That question seems roundly ignored. That's what scares me.
If a person can't stand rejection in any form, there are whole universes of potential careers that are closed to him. Sales, for example. Plus anything that requires public performance...either live, or something that will be subject to reviews.
David is right. The salesmen will always make the money. Great salespeople never have to worry about having a job... ever.
This line “I don’t hear from my friend for a day — my thought, they don’t want to be my friend anymore,” - reeks of immaturity. I see a grown up immature emotional child suffering from control issues and pride.
IAC,
The greatest salesman I ever saw was a man named Charlie Fromme, he sold millions and millions of dollars of stuff to my Dad and others and he had one of the worst stutterers I have ever heard.
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