Anxiety - The Inside Story E-Book

Niall McLaren

• Herausgeber: Modern History Press
• Kategorie: Fachliteratur
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

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Beschreibung

In Anxiety--The Inside Story, the author takes a critical look at modern psychiatry's twin notions that all mental disorders are biological in nature, but anxiety is hardly worth worrying about. By the simple process of taking a careful, detailed history, Niall McLaren shows that anxiety is far more common and far more destructive than mainstream psychiatry realizes. Detailed case histories chart how anxiety arises as a psychological disorder and how it reinforces itself to the point where it destroys lives. McLaren concludes that anxiety is a major factor in most mental disorders, especially depression and bipolar disorder. This book will change your understanding of mental disorders.
Niall (Jock) McLaren writes as he speaks and he pulls no punches. I love this. People should listen to what he has to say about the academic corruption of his specialty, psychiatry. Read this book. The man is unique. And funny, as well.
-- Prof. Peter Gotzsche, Director, Nordic Cochrane Centre, Copenhagen
Debilitating anxieties are frequently misdiagnosed as "depression" by GPs and specialists alike. In this wonderfully accessible account of anxiety, Dr. McLaren demonstrates with great clarity--and very movingly--how a case history approach can help patients confront and overcome their psychological demons. He provides compelling evidence that instead of drugging people, listening to them attentively and analytically has to be the beginning of the healing process.
-- Dr. Allan Patience, University of Melbourne
Anxiety--The Inside Story offers readers a devastating, blistering critique of psychiatry, together with a provocative exploration of how anxiety, so often dismissed as a "minor" difficulty, should be understood as the root cause of so much suffering--which manifests in a diverse range of behaviors that get wrongly categorized as distinct psychiatric "illnesses." Niall McLaren presents a compelling case that psychiatric care in Australia and beyond needs to be completely rethought. -- Robert Whitaker, author of Mad in America and Psychiatry Under the Influence
From Future Psychiatry Press

Leseprobe

ANXIETY – The Inside Story

How Biological Psychiatry Got it Wrong

By Niall McLaren, M.D.

Future Psychiatry Press

Ann Arbor, MI

Anxiety – The Inside Story: How Biological Psychiatry Got it Wrong

Copyright © 2018 by Niall Mclaren, M.D. All Rights Reserved.

Cover art by Cynthia McLaren.

ISBN 978-1-61599-410-6 paperback

ISBN 978-1-61599-411-3 hardcover

ISBN 978-1-61599-412-0 eBook

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Names: McLaren, Niall, 1947- author.

Title: Anxiety--the inside story : how biological psychiatry got it wrong / by Niall McLaren.

Description: Ann Arbor, MI : Future Psychiatry Press, [2018] | Includes bibliographical references and index.

Identifiers: LCCN 2018035209| ISBN 9781615994106 (pbk. : alk. paper) | ISBN 9781615994113 (hardcover : alk. paper) | ISBN 9781615994120 (eBook)

Subjects: | MESH: Anxiety Disorders--therapy | Anxiety Disorders--psychology | Physician-Patient Relations | Models, Psychological

Classification: LCC RC531 | NLM WM 172 | DDC 616.85/22--dc23

LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2018035209

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Contents

Table of Figures

Preface

PART I – Anxiety: How Did We Get Here?

Chapter 1 – Why Would any Sensible Psychiatrist Bother with Anxiety?

Chapter 2 – Treatment in Psychiatry

Chapter 3 - Anxiety – The Very Idea

Case 3.1 – Melissa, 19yo female

Case 3.2 – Gerry T, 30yo male

PART II – The Nature of Anxiety

Chapter 4 – The Role of Anxiety

Case 4.1: Cameron S, 48yo male

Case 5.2. Mark C, aged 27yrs.

Chapter 5 - Anxiety as a Recursive Emotion

Case 5.1: farmer, 54 yo

Case 5.2: Adam B., 25yo

Case 5.3: Samantha, student

Case 5.4: Karen, student

Case 5.5: Evan, unemployed

Case 5.6: Tim, 29yo IT worker

Case 5.7: Walter K, retired

Case 5.8: Allan F., Army sergeant

Chapter 6 – Anxiety and Human Nature

Case 6.1: Nathan L, soldier

Case 6.2: Gavin T, 29yo interstate truck driver.

Chapter 7 – Anxiety – Short and Long Term

Case 7.1: Justin T. 31yo mechanic.

Case 7.2: Mrs Jenny M, 34yo teacher’s aide.

Case 7.3. Liam C. A life of anxiety.

PART III – How Not to be Anxious

Chapter 8 – Avoidance and Denial

Avoidance

Case 8.1: Classic avoidance.

Case 8.2: Harry L, 60yrs.

Case 8.3: Avoidance at the extreme.

Denial

Case 8.4: Mrs Elizabeth C. 64yo single woman.

Case 8.5: Mrs Yvonne K.

Case 8.6: Trevor W.

Case 8.7: Norman J, 44yo mechanic.

Chapter 9 – Distraction

Case 9.1: Gambling as distraction from anxiety.

Case 9.2: Eating as distraction.

Case 9.3: Drugs as a distraction from anxiety.

Case 9.4: Crime as a distraction from anxiety.

Case 9.5: Jenny M. Cutting as distraction from anxiety.

Compulsive comics.

Pseudo-addictions.

Chapter 10 – Obsessions and Compulsions

Case 10.1: Carmel B

Case 10.2: Michael B, 43yo anankastic Army sergeant.

Chapter 11 - Drugs

Chapter 12 – Aggression

Case 12.1: Brendan McC, failed criminal.

Case 12.2: David L, aged 38yrs.

Case 12.3: Brett L, aged 28yrs.

Case 12.4: Kerryn B.

Case 12.5: Dr Cory V, aged 34yrs.

PART IV – Severe Mental Disorders and Treatment

Chapter 13 – Severe Mental Disorder

Case 13.1: Charles W.

Case 13.2: Jeremy V aged 28.

Chapter 14 – The Dynamic Model

Case 14.1: Kevin G, 31yo single, unemployed man.

Case 14.2: Valerie S, 56yo unemployed teacher.

Chapter 15 – Treatment and Review of Case Studies

Specific Treatment.

Chapter 16 – Conclusion

Footnotes:

About the Author

Bibliography

Index

Table of Figures

Figure 4.1: The Yerkes-Dodson Curve.

Figure 4.2: Acute arousal response.

Figure 4.3: Cumulative Anxiety Response.

Figure 13.1: DSM-5 Criteria for Anxiety

Preface

This is a book on a common, destructive and widely misunderstood topic, written for anybody with a good high school education. It is not a “self-help” book; in fact, there are warnings that readers should not attempt to diagnose and treat themselves. It is not a text-book, although medical students and others should be able to learn a lot from it. There are practically no statistics, no diagrams of brains and only a few explanatory graphs. There are no randomised controlled trials, no A-B-A-B trials, no surveys, no genome-wide associations studies, no talk of imbalances of brain enzymes or neurotransmitters, none of that. Instead, it looks at the lived experience of being an anxious person, how it develops, how it wrecks lives and how to understand it. From this understanding comes a rational treatment model although this book doesn’t focus on treatment.

It does, however, focus on the signal failure of mainstream psychiatry to take anxiety seriously. In particular, it looks at how psychiatry rediagnoses anxiety as a range of other conditions, then commits sufferers to a life of drugs which can never be effective. This explains why the consumption of psychiatric drugs is rising rapidly throughout most of the world, yet the rates of suicide and disability pensions for psychiatric reasons are also rising, even faster.

This book is built around actual cases taken from my files. After patients give consent, the histories are rewritten so that all facts are obscured. The files are then put away with no record of who they represent. Many months or even years later, long after I have forgotten who they are, the cases are inserted into the relevant chapters of the book. This is a bit of a problem because, apart from about three cases, I have no way of checking on their further progress but that’s the way it is. I am grateful to the people who consented to appear in this book and hope it helps them and others.

Thanks are due to Allan Patience of Melbourne University, who diligently read the manuscript and suggested hundreds of improvements, only one of which wasn’t incorporated. I think without his encouragement, I would probably have given up. Chris Sprudzans resolutely pushed me to adopt this particular style and to “lighten up” in general. Also thanks to my daughter, Cynthia, who did the artwork and graphics for the covers, and to my wife for patiently putting up with yet another book.

Mainstream psychiatry abhors criticism and will do anything it can to avoid it, or if it can’t, to evade acting on it. One of the oldest ways of avoiding criticism is to pretend that it doesn’t exist. This takes the form of psychiatric journals steadfastly refusing to publish critical material. The next step is to launch attacks on the critic. One of the most common I hear is that I am “anti-psychiatry,” which allows psychiatrists to reject everything I have written before they read it. There are two responses to this ploy, the first being that this sort of ad hominum attack is proof of the intellectual desolation of those who use it. The second is that whoever complains I am “anti-psychiatry” clearly doesn’t have the first clue what the expression means. Anybody who did know wouldn’t be so silly as to make such a basic mistake. For myself, I am fighting for the right of young psychiatrists to think.

I hope this book contributes to the start a long overdue critical re-evaluation of psychiatry, its models and treatments, and above all, its inhumane and often brutal treatment of the mentally disturbed.

PART I – Anxiety: How Did We Get Here?

1

Why Would any Sensible Psychiatrist Bother with Anxiety?

Modern mainstream psychiatry really can’t be bothered with anxiety. For orthodox psychiatrists, anxiety is not an SMI (Serious Mental Illness) so it is generally treated as second rate and handed to psychologists. Very often, it is called ‘comorbid,’ meaning it occurs with something else, mostly depression but also alcoholism and other addictions, chronic pain and so on. The way psychiatrists use the word ‘comorbid,’ they mean ‘trivial, irrelevant, a sideshow which need not be taken seriously.’ In this book, I will argue that anxiety is not a sideshow, it is the biggest show in town and it has to be taken very, very seriously. Anxiety is much bigger, much more dangerous and much more difficult to understand and manage than, say, depression. But before I set out my case, it would help if you had some background so you can understand how I arrived at this almost sacrilegious position.

I studied medicine in Perth, Western Australia, which takes pride in its reputation as the most isolated capital in the world. But I was the only student in my year who came from a country high school, all the rest had been to school in the city. I was the first of my entire family to complete high school, the first to go to university, and I knew just one person in the city when I arrived there. As a scholarship boy, I was able to attend the most prestigious residential college but right from the beginning, it was clear to me, and to everybody else, that I didn’t fit in. What spoiled it was that not only did I not fit in, but I had no intention of fitting in. And this continued throughout my studies. I spent my summer holidays working on isolated farms far from the city, I took history, politics and religion and other Big Ideas very seriously and slowly, it dawned on me that I didn’t like anybody with power or money. I liked ordinary people, I was at one with them and that hasn’t changed.

Throughout the six years of my medical course, my plan had been to train to become a country general practitioner. I never intended nor expected to stay in the city longer than I had to but in my first posting of my first year, that all changed. I was sent to the neurosurgery unit and loved it, to the extent that two years later, I managed to get another three months on the unit. It was a busy life. In the good old days, we were rostered on duty in the hospital for as much as 103hrs a week. If you slept for a few hours here and there, you were lucky. On several posts, I was routinely rostered on continuous duty from 8.00am Friday to 6.00pm Monday. It was not unusual to work until sunrise on Saturday, or even longer. Yes, it was dangerous but there was no point complaining as many of our consultants had served in the Second World War and they scorned anybody who complained about being tired. Convinced that I had found my purpose, I applied to begin the training. A neurosurgeon must do the same training as a general surgeon, then a further two years in his specialty. I threw myself into the reading program, essentially basic medical school again, anatomy, biochemistry, physiology, pathology, with a big emphasis on neuroanatomy and neurophysiology.

At the end of my three years as a junior medical officer, just before I was due to start formal surgical training, I was given the choice of yet another term in the emergency department or going to the psychiatry ward. Psychiatry? It seemed that would be helpful for a neurosurgeon so that’s what I chose. My first day wasn’t much fun, it was difficult to reconcile all this talking with the idea of cutting heads open but within a few days, I realised that this was what I had always been interested in: Big Ideas. And psychiatry, of course, deals in the biggest ideas of all: mind, reality, the lot.

After three months, I left to go to another hospital to start as a surgical registrar, or trainee (resident, in the US). I’d already had nearly three years of surgical jobs so it was back to the routine of dealing with lumps and bumps, blood and pains, smashed bodies, burns and the like. During the afternoon of my second day, halfway through the second gall bladder and before I started on my list of haemorrhoids, I realised I couldn’t spend the rest of my life doing this. Two hours later, I left the operating theatre and rang the head of the psychiatry department in my old hospital to see if he could give me a job. Yes, he said, we’re very short, when can you start? I had to wait three months but this time, I knew exactly what I wanted. There were two things that psychiatry could give: Big Ideas, and real contact with people. Remember this was the 1970s, there were lots of Very Big Ideas being tossed around at the time. One of them was Always Be Nice to Each Other. It would be very nice, I thought as I drove home, to be among people who care about humans and are hooked on Big Ideas.

Most psychiatrists had decided during medical school, or even earlier, what they wanted to do. As soon as possible, they began their specialist training, which took them out of the mainstream of medicine. My route into psychiatry was rather circuitous, and it took just two and a half days for this to show. Our training program was held in the university department of psychiatry every Wednesday afternoon. On my first afternoon, I met my new colleagues who had started three months before me, and settled down to await with great interest the first lecture in my new career, on depression. It was not at all what I had expected. The professor, a taciturn man who clearly had little time for human beings, came in, stood at the lectern and immediately started to talk about brain chemistry.

With my colleagues industriously copying his every word, he announced that depression was caused by an imbalance of what he called biogenic amines in the hypothalamus. Antidepressant drugs were therefore used to correct that imbalance. The symptoms of depression were just the effects of a molecular brain disorder, just as a hyperglycaemic state was the effect of not enough insulin, or inflammation was the effect of a foreign organism in the body. The psychiatrist’s role was to ask the patient for his symptoms, here you see them in this list, in fact you can hand the patient the list and get him to tick the relevant boxes himself, then you add up his score. If it’s over 25, that says he’s got depression and you give him the drugs or ECT (electroconvulsive therapy, or shock treatment) or both. Any questions?

Well, yes sir, I have some questions. For a start, I’ve just spent an extra three years studying the brain and I can state flatly that what you said about the neurochemistry of the hypothalamus is simply not true. Also, the neural pathways you showed in your slides are out of date, and nobody knows enough about the hypothalamus to be sure of its role in emotion. And is depression the sort of thing you can “get” like you get syphilis, or is it a frame of mind? Sir.

With a strange look, which I later learned was caused by grinding his teeth, he picked up his files and stalked out, muttering over his shoulder something about next week’s lecture as he went.

“What do you think you’re doing?” the other registrars hissed as the door slammed shut behind him. “If you want to get kicked off this program, that’s a great start. Don’t ever, ever disagree with him. You’d better learn to knuckle under or start looking for another job.”

But knuckling under had never been my strong suit and, aged nearly twenty-seven, it was a bit late to start learning.

By the end of my first week, my thoughts of a fascinating career in an atmosphere of genteel intellectual camaraderie had turned to dust. I realised that the only way to survive in what was little better than an academic cat fight was to know the stuff better than everybody else. That meant hitting the books and fortunately, I’m good at that. I’ve never watched TV or played cards or most of the other distractions that medical students indulge so I started at one end of the section of psychiatry in the library and set to work.

In those days, certainly in Australia, psychiatry was seen as a very mild-mannered endeavour, a flea on the tail of the medical dog, you could say. Psychiatrists were seen as other-worldly, often lazy, if not half-crazy themselves, and generally irrelevant to medicine’s real job of fixing sick people. The psychiatry department was tolerated only because nuisance patients or the genuinely insane could be sent there before they wrecked the place: out of sight, out of mind. The subject matter of psychiatry was airy-fairy, an amorphous mishmash of some Freudian stuff, which was good fun because it allowed junior doctors to talk about their favourite subject, a bit of “rats and stats” and some hard stuff like shocking brains or cutting them. That bit I knew about. In my anaesthetics term, I had put many people to sleep so they could be given electrically-induced fits and, in neurosurgery, I had actually assisted at almost the last leucotomy (lobotomy) operation performed in Western Australia, on a 34yo man. But the rest was new and fascinating.

In those halcyon days, there were three themes in psychiatry. The first I’d met in my first lecture, the notion that all mental disorder is just a special sort of brain disease. People who believed this called themselves biological psychiatrists and spent their time talking to patients and junior doctors about brain enzymes and drugs and ECT and psychosurgery. They saw themselves as the hard, rational and sensible wing of psychiatry, the psychiatrists of the future, and made no attempt to conceal their distaste for all this wishy-washy talk about feelings and caring and all that.

“Does a surgeon,” they scoffed, “need to worry about his patient’s feelings as he cuts open his belly?”

Not at all, he does his job calmly and dispassionately, the patient gets better and everybody is happy. This is the way of medicine, you have to be cruel to be kind, and they saw themselves as very much in the mainstream of medicine rather than wandering about in some tender-hearted haze.

Some distance away were the behaviourists, who followed the theories of the Russian psychologist, Ivan Pavlov and his modern disciple, Hans Eysenck, and the American psychologist Burrhus F Skinner. The Pavlovian tradition is well known to everybody from his experiments with dogs salivating to the lunch bell. We learn by conditioning, the process of pairing events and responses that controls behaviour. Skinner’s approach was slightly different. The organism emits behaviours which provoke responses from the world which in turn reinforce the behaviour. Reinforcement can be positive or negative (also known as punishment) and by this process, behavioural patterns are shaped and maintained. Both schools of behaviourism were sure that, if there was a mind, we certainly couldn’t talk about it or study it rationally. Skinner was (mostly) of the view that there is no such thing as the mind. Even such quintessentially humanist concepts as freedom and dignity were artefacts of more or less random reinforcement of our naive behaviour. In the late 1970s, the behaviourists were Big. Skinner was one of the most highly-awarded researchers in the US but his ideas were seen as so threatening that they were parodied in Anthony Burgess’ book and film, A Clockwork Orange.

Behaviourist psychologists staked out the rational ground for themselves, their goal being to give a full scientific explanation of all normal and abnormal life. However, they weren’t the first to make this claim. Fifty years before their heyday, Sigmund Freud, a Viennese neurologist, began publishing a revolutionary theory of mind and mental disorder, the psychoanalytic theory. Freud said that the mind is a real if somewhat unusual sort of thing. It is divided in three parts, id, ego and superego. All observable behaviour, including what we think and do and feel, is the outcome of herculean battles, mostly deep in the subconscious and unconscious. We are not, he said, as rational as we would like to think and most of our behaviour can be traced back to infantile sexual conflicts. If left unresolved, these can result in adult neurotic problems, or worse.

You can see the issues at stake here. On one hand, we have the Freudian notion that there is a mind, that it causes behaviour and, because it can go wrong, it has to be taken very seriously. Even though it is very complex, the mind can be analysed and sorted out by the process of talking, although it was very time-consuming, generally taking years.

Not so, scoffed the behaviourists, all talk of mind is pre-scientific mumbo-jumbo. As scientists, we cannot talk about something we can’t see or verify independently, and nobody can see minds. Thus, we have one group of psychiatrists saying that there is a mind and we can work with it, while another group said either that there isn’t a mind, it’s all an illusion, or there may be but we can’t even talk about it because it isn’t a proper subject for science. Finally, we have the biological psychiatrists who said there is a mind but, as a matter of scientific fact, it is nothing more than the brain. Everything we need to know about mental disorder can be learned by studying the brain in the laboratory, exactly as we study every other organ in the body.

For me, biological psychiatry didn’t last long just because it seemed counter-intuitive. How could such intensely mentalist concepts as religion, the rule of law and the national debt be rewritten in biological terms? It didn’t do me much good raising these questions in our lectures as everybody else simply accepted it as given: one fine day, ordinary physical science will give a complete description of mental disorder with no questions left unanswered. At the time, I knew this sounded phony but it was years before I learned that it is called promissory materialism, and it is indeed phony. Unfortunately, the great majority of psychiatrists in the world today still firmly believe this and bristle at anybody questioning them.

Behaviourism went the same way. The concept of conditioning didn’t make sense to me. How could this account for creativity, or novelty, or even the depths of human depravity? Hitler and Stalin were both pretty horrible characters but nobody would say that they were trained to do what they did. That took real creativity and determination. So as soon as I had time, I went back to Pavlov’s original publications. And there it was. Just before he died in 1936, Pavlov published two papers which academic psychology somehow seemed to have overlooked. In these, he said flatly that he wasn’t a psychologist, he despised psychologists as his techniques could never be expanded to the point where they could explain all behaviour. Skinner’s theories went the same way. In 1959, the linguist Noam Chomsky showed that Skinner’s theory of language was little better than a word game and had no scientific value at all. That started the rot and by the early 1980s, behaviorism had tumbled into the history books.

At the same time, psychoanalysis wasn’t doing well. My own experience was that, having dispensed early with biological psychiatry, and having an intense interest in what I later learned was humanism, I wanted a genuine theory of mind to use as the basis for my work in psychiatry. So I jumped the ‘B for Biological Psychiatry’ section in the library and went straight to ‘P for Psychoanalysis.’ Unlike the US, Freud’s theories were never very big in Australia, so that while we had to have some idea what it was all about, we were only expected to be well-read in the topic, not experts.

Most of my colleagues settled for a series of books written by a chap called Calvin Hall, who wrote little primers on the main figures in psychoanalysis. I looked at one and thought it was complete rubbish, so I borrowed what was always known as the Bible of Freudian theory, Otto Fenichel’s Psychoanalytic Theory of Neurosis. Anybody who was serious about psychoanalysis had to have read this door-stopper. I read 29 pages and gave up, convinced that nobody could make the sorts of claims they were making. How could anybody say what a newborn baby felt about being born? Who could say what a ten day old baby felt about being breast-fed, about being separated from the mother, about having a poo each day? To me, it was nothing more than fairy stories even though, at the time, I didn’t have the technical knowledge to be able to say why.

Thus, I soon reached the point where I was adrift in my chosen field. If anything reliable had ever been said about the nature, causes and management of mental disorder, I hadn’t heard it or seen it, and nor had any of my teachers. But, worryingly, the professors and my fellow-trainees didn’t seem to be bothered by this. They were busy sorting themselves into one or other camp and had no time for “compulsive nay-sayers,” as I was being called.

After four years and more final warnings than anybody I have ever known, I graduated in psychiatry. Four days later, I went to the library and decided on my next project. I wanted to find, for once and for all, the correct, scientific theory of mental disorder and its treatment. I had no doubt there would only be one theory, that it would be a psychological theory, and the treatment would be a form of psychotherapy, or talking. In no time, this led me to questions of the nature of mind, the nature of science and, indeed, the nature of knowledge itself. These, as you will recognise, are absolutely central questions in what is called philosophy.

Soon after, I left the hospitals and began to work in prisons, which was good because I was more or less on my own and nobody bothered me with their silly ideas about mental disorder. It was actually a relief to talk to prisoners rather than academics: the inmates knew all about mental disorder, they had lived it and breathed it all their lives. Before long, I began formally studying philosophy which meant that I parted company with my psychiatric colleagues. I gave a few lectures at research seminars but these started a pattern which has continued to this day: generally, I couldn’t finish my talks. As I presented my material, people began shifting in their chairs, then muttering to each other and finally, I was shouted down or people actually came to the front and snatched the microphone out of my hand.

In 1983, I enrolled in a PhD program jointly in philosophy and psychiatry but I couldn’t get any supervision in psychiatry. My first supervisor, a very kindly chap, looked at the first chapter and laughed. It sounded fascinating, he said, but he didn’t understand a word of it. In 1987, completely discouraged by the total lack of interest in what I thought was a critically important matter, I decided on a total change of career. I left Perth for the remote Kimberley region of Western Australia, nearly 3000km away, as the first psychiatrist to work in the region. The purpose was to reduce the numbers of Aboriginal people who were being sent to the mental hospitals in Perth, where nobody spoke their languages or knew anything about them, and they felt they would die of the cold. As it turned out, I was the first truly isolated psychiatrist in the world, and the most isolated. I had no staff, no beds, and for the first three years, not even an office. My job was to travel around this huge and spectacular region, finding mentally disordered people in their villages and dealing with them on the spot.

From the point of view of the Health Department, it was very successful. From my point of view, it was partly successful and partly a dismal failure. The success was that I learned to practice psychiatry without relying on security wards, detention orders, hospitals, ECT and all the trappings of modern psychiatry. The failure was that dealing with another and totally different culture forced me back to the most basic concepts of what we mean by mental disorder, and back to philosophy. I learned there’s no escaping philosophy, you think you can practice science without it but all you’re doing is making the same old mistakes again.

For the next ten years, I was studying, writing and publishing on the application of the philosophy of science to psychiatry. Over the years, this project broadened to a general theory of mind, which is another book. But what counts here is the broad conclusion forced on us by the philosophy of science: mainstream modern psychiatry has no scientific basis whatsoever. Modern psychiatry has no theory of mind, no theory of mental disorder, no theory of personality and no theory of personality disorder. Its treatment, especially physical treatments such as drugs, ECT, other forms of brain stimulation or surgery, is little more than blind poking. At the very best, psychiatry is a protoscience, a vague indicator of where we ought to be looking for the correct theory of mental disorder. At worst, it is pseudoscience, misleading, dehumanising and destructive. As a profession, psychiatry is in much the same position of general medicine before, say, the work of Louis Pasteur. Unfortunately, telling that to other psychiatrists is a sure way to be shown to the door.

2

Treatment in Psychiatry

At half past three on an ordinary Thursday afternoon, the operating suite on the sixth floor of Royal Perth Hospital is busy-busy. Patients are wheeled in and out, staff move around, quietly tending to the drips and beeping machines, muted phones ring... Everything moves ahead smoothly with none of the drama you’d expect from watching hospital shows on TV. Even if—heaven forbid—there’s a cardiac arrest, there’s no shouting, no alarm bells, everybody knows what to do and does it with a minimum of fuss.

We’re working in Theatre 4 which gives us an expansive view over Perth’s beautiful Swan River. A lovely day for an operation, everything is ready, the patient is wheeled in and shifted to the operating table under the huge circular light. The anaesthetist checks whether we’re ready then speaks quietly to the patient. I watch closely, everything is interesting, everything is valuable, it’s essential to know every step of the procedure. In a minute or two, the patient is asleep and connected to the respirator and ECG monitors. The anaesthetic technician and I lift the patient’s head and position him for a frontal approach. We shave him and drape him just as the surgeon enters, pulling on his gloves, then it’s my turn to scrub. I’m as quick as I can be, I don’t want to miss any of the operation because it’s unusual, there’s only one surgeon in town doing them. Better still, we’re short of a registrar so even though I’m only an intern, I’ll be allowed to do a lot more than most juniors. The surgeon marks the skin for the incisions then takes the knife.

“You’ve done these before?” he mutters.

“Yes sir.”

“Right,” he says, handing me the scalpel, “then four burr holes at those points.”

I make the incisions, cauterise the bleeders, insert retractors to hold the scalp back and take the drill. It looks like an ordinary carpenter’s augur except it’s highest quality stainless steel, so it can be put in the autoclave and sterilised. The drill bit is just like the bits I have in my tool box at home, a flat 10mm bit that will go only through the skull itself and no further. In less than a minute, the first hole is in place, then the others follow quickly. Four neat holes over the frontal poles of the young man’s brain. We can see the cerebral tissue pulsing pinkly under its coverings.

My part over for a few minutes, I stand aside and the surgeon takes over. The nurse hands him an instrument called a leucotome, Greek for a tool that cuts white things, but it looks just like a thin stainless steel biro (ballpoint pen). He inserts the instrument through the hole, pushing it down, deep into the brain substance. For me, this is pretty shocking: neurosurgeons normally guard the brain as though it were their own but here he is, shoving a steel dart deep into the brain and wiggling it around. But it’s all in the interests of scientific medicine. This patient has a crippling neurotic illness.

Over nearly fifteen years, our patient had had every treatment in the book but nothing had made any difference. He’d had dozens of drugs, a hundred or more ECT, a variety of different psychological programs, even a course of the justly-feared deep sleep therapy, but nothing worked. I spoke to him before the operation to get him to sign his consent. He was 34yrs old, intelligent and I got on well with him as he was from a small country town in the wheatbelt. He had been to school in the city and started to train as a teacher but he could not continue. He was severely anxious, disabled by obsessions and compulsions and suffered recurrent depressive states. He had made several attempts on his life but this only increased his guilt. He had been advised to consent to psychosurgery, as it was called, as a last-ditch attempt to gain some quality of life.

He asked me what I thought but I had to admit I knew nothing about the operation and next to nothing about neurotic problems. During my few weeks of psychiatry as a medical student, we had hardly touched on them. We spent most of our time in the mental hospital talking to middle-aged people with chronic schizophrenia, when they could be convinced to stay at the table and stop talking to their voices. This man was nothing like them. My job was only to witness him signing that he had been given full advice about the operation, and to certify that he was alert and aware of his actions. With a resigned shrug, he signed consent to a modified rostral leucotomy, the Scoville operation, and a few minutes later, I left him.

That was in 1971, shortly after I had graduated in medicine. I don’t know what happened to him, but later I saw other people who had had the same operation. While it was true that they were in no particular distress, they were also little more than shells of humans. They were unable to work but attended day centres where they took part in elementary activities. They needed a lot of attention otherwise they would simply sit in the corner and smile vaguely into space. Some of them wet themselves but didn’t seem to be aware of it. The few I saw were all older people so they would have had families to look after, which was lucky because they couldn’t look after themselves. Maybe I just saw the bad ones but who would know? Nobody kept any figures and the operation simply faded out. The one I assisted at was one of the last in Western Australia but I don’t know how many were done there. We do know that, from 1937 to about 1972, over 100,000 people around the world had parts of their brains damaged or removed in the attempt to relieve mental distress. It did, but at the cost of what most of us would recognise as being human.

What’s this thing called ‘psychosurgery’? What sort of thing is the psyche that you can perform surgery on it? But let’s go further back: what is this thing called mental disorder? Is it the sort of thing you can “treat” anyway? These are very important questions because they underpin the entire psychiatric industry.

Historically, the battle over the cause of mental disorder was between those who saw it as a religious matter, mostly meaning possession by evil spirits; those who saw it as a matter of weak morals, usually involving masturbation; and those who saw it as a type of brain disease. Benjamin Rush (1745-1813), one of the signatories of the US Declaration of Independence, was a Philadelphia physician with an interest in mental disorder. He was firmly of the view that mental disorder was essentially physical, and that physical treatments were essential. He insisted that patients should be treated just as humanely as other sick people, and kept busy rather than left to languish, chained and locked in wards little better than dungeons. His physical cures were harsh (bleeding, purging, spinning to “improve” blood flow, etc) but there was nothing else available.

Over in the UK, the disagreeable and opinionated Henry Maudsley (1835-1918) exerted a huge influence over the development of the new “science of mental disorder.” At only 23yrs of age, soon after he had graduated in medicine, he became superintendent of a small mental hospital, then another until he retired to private practice at the age of thirty. However, he wrote prolifically and, in the same year, became editor of the Journal of Mental Science, later renamed the British Journal of Psychiatry. In 1870, he declared that all mental disease is brain disease, setting orthodox British psychiatry on a course it has held to the present:

Mental disorders are neither more nor less than nervous diseases in which mental symptoms predominate, and their entire separation from other nervous diseases has been a sad hindrance to progress....

Have no doubt: in making this profound statement, Maudsley knew little or nothing about mental disorder, about the brain, neurophysiology, pharmacology, genetics, or anything. All he had was a supreme confidence in his own judgement, which remains part of the English-speaking professorial tradition. The concept of psychosurgery, of removing or disabling parts of the brain to alter the course of mental disorder, comes straight from this. When the operation of leucotomy or lobotomy was devised in 1937, there really wasn’t much more known about how the brain works. But let’s go back a bit to talk about treatment in general.

For hundreds of years, mad people were either kept in their homes, hidden from view, or hounded from their villages. On the streets or wandering abroad, they were in grave danger and most didn’t last long. Gradually, in Western Europe, each parish was required to provide a workhouse for the destitute such as widows and orphans, and also for the insane, but conditions in the workhouses ranged from poor to bestial. Local taxpayers resented having to provide for strangers and did everything they could to make life difficult for the unfortunates who ended in them. We are not talking about the distant past: George Orwell wrote of his experiences as a tramp in England in the 1930s. One of the worst features was that a homeless man could not spend two consecutive nights in a poorhouse: regardless of the weather, he had to walk to the next parish then queue for a place. Quite often, there were none.

In the nineteenth century, national governments took over responsibility for providing for the insane. This led to a massive building program in Europe, North America and in the European colonies. People were incarcerated, often for life, in appalling conditions, while death rates from a dozen communicable diseases were extremely high. Added to this was the cruel or depraved behaviour of the wardens and wardresses, combined with terrifying and/or dangerous forms of treatment such as cold water baths, restraints, various chemicals and purgatives, diets and so on. For example, at its peak in the early 1950s, the Knowle Asylum in Hampshire, southern England, held up to 2,000 patients. From the time it opened in 1852 to the time of the last burial in its associated cemetery in 1971, at least 5,500 patients were known to have died in the hospital, although the number was almost certainly larger as there were often as many as four corpses interred in each grave. Some years, there was up to 10% death rate among its inmates.

In the latter half of the nineteenth century, medicine began its long, slow climb out of these pits of atrocity. A major impetus came from the work of one of my heroes, the brilliant Spanish neuroanatomist, Santiago Ramón y Cajal. As a child, Santiago was a holy terror. He was transferred from school to school because he argued ferociously with the teachers, even the Jesuits. At age eleven, he made a cannon and tested it by firing at their neighbour’s gate. It worked first time, blowing the gate to bits, so young Santiago was hauled off to prison by the police for the night. At fourteen, his father, an anatomy demonstrator, despaired of his son’s education and apprenticed him to a cobbler and then a barber but he didn’t last long as he argued with everybody. At his wit’s end, his father took him to a cemetery to find bones to draw. Immediately, Santiago found his vocation, so he was sent to medical school and later became one of the truly great scientists of the century. He devised accurate but selective stains that isolated individual neurons. For the first time, people could actually see these amazing cells in their entirety.

Driven by changes such as Pasteur’s germ theory and antisepsis, by anaesthesia, by pathologists such as Rudolph Virchow and microbiologists such as Robert Koch, it seemed that the rapid advance of medical science would soon confirm Maudsley’s dictum, that all mental disorder is a physical disorder of the brain. Psychiatrists tried all sorts of experimental treatments, most of which would make modern people recoil in horror. For example, the neurologist and pathologist, Julius Wagner-Jauregg, developed the concept of pyrotherapy or heating people to cure mental disorder. I have no idea where this idea came from, maybe it’s part of European folk medicine but almost from the time he graduated in medicine, Wagner-Jauregg was experimenting on heating mental patients. He used a variety of chemical and infective agents, trying to induce fevers high enough to cure them. When it didn’t cure them he reasoned that they needed more of his treatment, not that there was anything wrong with his idea (this is a very persistent trope in psychiatry). Eventually, he settled on malaria, which was transferred to mentally-disturbed people by direct blood transfusions from infected people. It had no benefit on people with what we would now call schizophrenia but, by chance, it did work on another scourge, tertiary or cerebral syphilis.

At the time, large numbers of people admitted to mental hospitals were suffering the ravages of syphilis. This was invariably slowly fatal. It was young Julius’s good luck that the organism, Treponema pallidum, is highly sensitive to temperature. Giving the patient a fever of up to 42C, which malaria does, killed the treponemes and stopped the progress of this dread condition. For this, Wagner-Juaregg was awarded the Nobel Prize in 1927. He didn’t stop there as he was convinced that schizophrenia was caused by masturbation, so he sterilised and castrated large numbers of patients to stop their evil habit. This fitted neatly with the concept of eugenics, then terribly popular in Europe and the US, which led to many hundreds of thousands of psychiatric patients being sterilised to improve the national breeding stock.

Eventually, an energetic but neurotic young Austrian painter named Hitler took this to its extreme, helped, as it transpired by some of Germany’s most influential psychiatrists. Between 1933 - 39, some 360,000 mentally-afflicted people were sterilised in Greater Germany. This led to a further program called Aktion T4, after Tiergartenstrasse Vier, the address of the building in Berlin where it was planned. This program, approved at the very highest levels of the Nazi government, set out to cleanse the Reich of all mentally deficient or defective individuals—by euthanasia. At first, they were killed by injection but this was too slow so they settled on gassing them with carbon monoxide, then cremating the bodies. By the end of the War, something like 95,000 people had been murdered in this way, and the program became the model for the Final Solution. Psychiatrists figured highly in all of these programs, although trainee psychiatrists are never told that.

But we’re racing ahead. The 1920s were heroic times for physical treatments in psychiatry, and one of the most persistent themes related to artificial convulsions. It had long been known that people with epilepsy didn’t seem to suffer schizophrenia at the same rate as the general population. Conversely, people with schizophrenia who also suffered fits seemed to improve somewhat after a series of seizures. In the late 1920s, a Hungarian neuropathologist, Ladislav Joseph Meduna, found that the brains of people who died of epilepsy showed widespread gliosis or scarring, which is evidence of neuronal death. At the same time, he found that people dying with schizophrenia showed much lower counts of gliosis. Meduna reasoned that inducing seizures to cause neuronal death should be effective in treating schizophrenia. He experimented with a variety of drugs, soon settling on injections of camphor. However, this took about 45 minutes to cause seizures, during which time the patients were gripped by a rising sense of terror. They pleaded to be spared this torture so, after further work, Meduna found a derivative of camphor, cardiazol (Metrazol, 1934), which could be given by IV injection. This reliably induced seizures after only 30-60 seconds of overwhelming terror. He published his results, claiming almost miraculous cures, and the treatment was very quickly adopted in Europe and North America.

At about the same time, an Austrian psychiatrist in Berlin, Manfred Sakel, began experimenting on drug addicts and psychopaths using low doses of insulin. His goal was to reduce the blood sugar level, thereby starving the brain to slow it down, or perhaps to overfeed it by driving sugar from the blood into the neurons (or something, I’ve never seen his rationale). This went nowhere but it seems he read Meduna’s work on chemically-induced seizures and realised that giving larger doses of insulin would cause seizures due to the very low blood sugar levels. Once again, this quickly became popular to that by the early 1950s, practically every reputable psychiatric centre in the world was using insulin treatment.

Unfortunately, it was hugely expensive in terms of staff time: a small group of patients got the latest treatment while the rest mouldered in the lunatic asylums, but the psychiatrists loved it. In 1935, an influential British psychiatrist, Ian Skottowe, announced that insulin treatment was effective in schizophrenia because it pushed glucose out of the blood into the neurons of the frontal region of the brain, thereby energising them. It sounded very scientific but there wasn’t a word of truth in it. In 1953, a very junior medical officer in London, Harold Bourne, published a paper in the prestigious medical journal, The Lancet, arguing that insulin treatment was totally ineffective. Any positive results came from the enormous investment of time and energy in the carefully-selected group of patients who received it, and the placebo effect which, of course, works on staff just as well as it works on patient (placebo effect is the old “water injection” effect. If you give a patient some inert treatment and tell him it will be effective, he will start to feel better).

Needless to say, the British psychiatric establishment didn’t take this lying down. A few weeks later, the journal published irate letters from such luminaries as William Sargant and Eliot Slater (who had studied under Ernst Ruedin in Munich, the architect of the T4 program). They took the very strongest exception to Bourne’s diligent analysis of the outcomes of insulin treatment, arguing that their vast clinical experience and judgement demolished his “mere figures.” In their view, the psychiatrist really was God. Professor (later Sir) Martin Roth, some-time president of the Royal College of Psychiatrists, was totally impervious to Bourne’s case and persisted in using insulin treatment on his unit until at least the early 1960s. Bourne was absolutely right, of course, but the Establishment got its own back by preventing him working in the UK. He eventually went to New Zealand and thence to Italy, where he remains to this day.

By the mid-1930s, insulin and cardiazol shock treatments were widely practised. Their drawback was the uncertainty of the seizures and the huge expense of caring for the patients until they recovered from each day’s treatment. In 1938, an Italian neuropathologist, Ugo Cerletti, chanced by a pig slaughterhouse on his way home from work. As he watched, the pigs were stunned with an electric shock to the head, causing a seizure, after which their throats were easy to cut. Intrigued, Cerletti experimented on inducing seizures in humans using electricity. Finally, in 1938, he and his psychiatrist associate, Lucio Bini, developed a machine that delivered controlled shocks to the brain, reliably inducing seizures. This quickly took over from chemicals as quicker, safer and less unpleasant.

At first, ECT was used mainly in schizophrenia but by 1941, it was being used more and more in depression. There was, however, never any doubt that it worked by causing diffuse physical damage to the brain. At a time when actual destruction of the brain by “lobotomy” was seen as modern and merciful, nobody worried about it. It was only in the 1970s, when the idea of deliberately causing brain damage on unwilling patients fell into disrepute, that psychiatrists moved to the idea that ECT doesn’t cause brain damage.

And so we arrive back at one of the most appalling episodes in psychiatry’s grim history, psychosurgery, the idea that inflicting damage on the brain will cure mental disorders. The person who is generally credited (or blamed) for introducing it was a Portuguese neurologist, Antonio Egas Moniz. Egas Moniz was already famous for introducing the technique of cerebral angiography, in which dyes are injected into the carotid arteries just as X-rays are taken, allowing the blood vessels to be outlined. There are various stories of how he came to the idea of cutting brains but what seems to have convinced him was a neurology conference he attended in London in 1935. Some American researchers described how they had removed the frontal lobes of two chimps, which caused profound changes in their behaviour. Instead of normal chimp behaviour (when locked in small cages in laboratories) of irritability and tantrums, they became placid and tractable. Intrigued, Egas Moniz went home and convinced a psychiatrist friend of his to lend him twenty patients for an experiment of removing the frontal poles of their brains. Egas Moniz pronounced the operations a success and before long, it was being performed in many different countries, including the US. The psychiatrist apparently was horrified but nobody listened to him.

An American psychiatrist, Walter Freeman, became a fanatical supporter of psychosurgery and spent the next twenty years performing and publicising the operation. However, he was too impatient to be bothered with the standard method of drilling holes in the head and poking in a knife to cut the brain, he wanted to do it in his office. He developed the technique of lifting the upper eyelid and shoving large needles up through the thin bone at the top of the orbit or eye socket, into the brain, and wriggling them around to destroy the connections of the frontal region. After the operation, patients became placid, apathetic and disinterested. Left to their own devices, they would sit in a corner, grinning amiably, and do nothing. They showed no distress but also no initiative, curiosity or creativity. They were simply not the same people, their personalities had been destroyed, or worse. Pres. John F Kennedy’s sister, Rosemary, who suffered brain damage during birth, had one of the first lobotomies performed in the US but she was left severely disabled and lived in an institution in Wisconsin until she died in 2005.

We should mention one more travesty, the so-called “deep sleep therapy.” Influenced by the irrepressible William Sargant in Britain, a couple of Australian psychiatrists developed the technique of putting patients to sleep for up to six weeks using a cocktail of large doses of a variety of drugs. They used a private hospital in Sydney called Chelmsford, and were making a lot of money for themselves and the hospital because they could guarantee to keep all the beds completely full. Unfortunately, they were also bumping off a lot of patients who developed pneumonia or had strokes while comatose and didn’t wake up. At least nineteen people committed suicide after their “treatment.” The scandal grew and grew because the institutions that were supposed to be ensuring proper standards of treatment were either asleep on the job or too busy protecting their own interests. After as many as 85 deaths, DST was banned and the psychiatrist responsible for a large part of it, one Harry Bailey, committed suicide.

The whole saga of psychosurgery was and still is a ghastly scandal. There was absolutely no scientific justification for it, just because it was not based in any scientific model of mind or of mental disorder. Society wanted cures, the patients wanted cures so, predictably, a few psychiatric adventurers moved in. The rest is history, but it’s forgotten history, carefully and very discreetly airbrushed from the record, a little quirk in the long-distant past that we needn’t bother ourselves with. In this, psychiatry differs from general medicine and surgery, which are proud of their history. The difference is that mainstream medicine uses its history to show how far it has come, how its ideas have changed and developed as scientific knowledge advances.

Psychiatry is different. If its history were widely known, psychiatrists would have to say: “Well, yes, we used to do some pretty dreadful things to people but guess what? Nothing much has changed because we’re still using the same old theory that mental disorder is caused by brain disorder.”

The orthodox position in modern mainstream psychiatry is very simple: All mental disorder is caused by disturbances of brain function, so that a full understanding of the function of the brain will tell us everything we need to know about mental disorder, leaving no questions unanswered.

However, before we go any further, we need to ask the following question:

Is it true that all mental disorder is caused by disturbances of brain function?

No, it is not true that all mental disorder is caused by disturbances of brain function, because we know that some aren’t, for example, the acquired or post-traumatic anxiety state, now know as PTSD.

No, it is not true because no person, psychiatrist, psychologist, neuroscientist, philosopher or poet, has ever written a biological theory of mental disorder, nor even a suggestion of what such a theory would look like. In technical terms, the claim that biology will explain mental disorder is an example of promissory materialism, i.e. the hope that one fine day, somebody will come running from a laboratory shouting “Eureka.” It won’t happen.

To go a step further, it is not true because the most scrupulous analysis of the possibility says “No go.” Physicalism, the philosophy that ultimately, everything has a physical explanation, fails just when things start to get interesting. It cannot account for mental life, which was the reason physicalism got a run in the first place, namely that we don’t have an account of mentality. We’d like to be able to explain mental life but physicalism won’t do it.

So we can forget biological psychiatry. Trouble is, an awful lot of people have an awful lot of money invested in giving biological treatments for mental disorder, and they won’t give it up without a fight. Worse still, there’s an awful lot of high-flying academic psychiatrists around the world who have invested their entire careers, and their egos (which is much worse), in claiming that mental disorder is biological in nature. They will fight tenaciously to save their jobs and their reputations. So we’re stuck with biological psychiatry for a while. Just because it’s been proven wrong doesn’t mean it will fade away overnight.

The value of biological psychiatry is that it isn’t necessary to talk to a patient beyond asking a few standard questions to work out which disease he has, and that can easily be done by a nurse armed with a questionnaire. This will give a diagnosis which then dictates the drugs he should have. There are lots of psychiatric drugs these days, antipsychotic drugs, antidepressants, tranquillisers, the group known as “mood stabilisers,” stimulants such as amphetamines, hypnotics and others. Antipsychotics and antidepressants are the really big money-spinners, but if you give people the list of side-effects, they don’t want them. Side effects include drowsiness, confusion, emotional blunting, manic bouts, suicidal and homicidal ideas and impulses, massive weight gain, loss of sexual interest and function and above all, addiction. And they don’t actually work as they are supposed to. Antidepressants are effective in about 65% of cases but placebos are effective in about 55-62% of cases. And placebos don’t wreck your sex life.

However, let’s assume our patient has answered his dozen questions and a diagnosis has rolled out. He is prescribed a couple of drugs and off he goes. A few weeks later, he’s back complaining he doesn’t feel any better or, quite as often, he actually feels worse. Aha, says the psychiatrist, you’ve got a very severe case of depression, you need more drugs in bigger doses. When that doesn’t work, he will get a new diagnosis, called “treatment-resistant depression.” Thus labelled, he can choose from the following list (actually, he won’t get to choose, he’ll be told what he’s getting. If he’s in Queensland, he’ll get it whether he wants it or not because “unreasonably refusing treatment” is a trigger to being detained and getting it as an involuntary patient).

First, there is ECT, that “valuable, essential and effective” treatment which is widely used in some countries (mostly English-speaking) and hardly or not at all in others (most of the rest).

Second is a newcomer, transcranial magnetic stimulation (TMS), which uses powerful alternating magnetic fields to do something to the brain, nobody’s quite sure. The most recent case of TMS I’ve met was a young lady who had had 63 sessions over nearly 50 days in hospital, at a total cost of about $82,000. Even though the psychiatrist was happy it had improved her, she wasn’t convinced it had worked and took herself off for a second opinion. Another young man had 43 sessions with no discernible improvement (total cost of three admissions $165,000) so his family doctor sent him to see another psychiatrist who sorted him out for $1500.

Third is another novel treatment, transcranial direct current stimulation of the brain (tDCS). Patients are wired up and get a trickle of DC electricity through the brain. There is a lot of work being done at present to see what works safely. Wikipedia sums it up: “tDCS appears to be somewhat effective for depression.” However, it’s useless for everything else so it isn’t clear why all this money is being spent on it. Nobody has any idea how long its effect lasts, and everything I’ve seen says that patients lose interest long before the psychiatrist does (but then the patients aren’t making money out of it).

It must not be forgotten that simply taking an interest in a patient and giving him something to think about is also “somewhat effective for depression.” Just for background, tDCS was first used in 1801, by one Giovanni Aldini, nephew of the well-known Luigi Galvani. Nothing came of it although Aldini showed an uncommon degree of initiative by trying it on himself. Afterwards, he recorded that he couldn’t sleep for days.

Next, we have a crop of transcranial somethings, tACS (transcranial alternating current, of course), tPCS (pulsed current), and tRNS (random noise), where the frequency of the alternating current varies (there’s no noise involved, it just means a random frequency generator).

These days, with permanently implanted nerve stimulators for pain, we have moved on to try the same thing for brains that ache. Permanently implanted electrodes can be used to tickle the pleasure centres but this is still classified as experimental and, fortunately, is severely restricted. If you have a problem with foolish people texting while driving, imagine what would happen if they could give themselves a touch of electronic bliss on the freeways?