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So who's a Quack now?

by KarenF @ 2008-02-26 - 15:29:00

We'll all have heard the news this morning that Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors (SSRIs) are only as effective as placebo in the treatment of depression, so I'll not choose any particular news article to comment on, although the research paper is available online at the PLoS Medicine website.

What has been really interesting to me is the reaction this metanalysis has received from the 'scientific' and mental health world.

For many of us, this is old news: many published papers which claimed to find a treatment effect for Prozac in particular actually did nothing of the sort when you read them properly. Of course, most doctors don't have time to read the research, so they just read the blurb from the drug companies.

Yet now here we have a decent metanalysis (I'm taking it at face value as I haven't had time to scrutinise it properly myself!) which is saying the same thing many of us have been saying for years, and all the medical folk on the news this morning were defending the drugs in the face of the evidence. How very different to their attitudes when research on homoeopathy is published: pro- evidence is summarily discounted and anti-evidence is quoted as gospel, whatever the methodological flaws: and let's not forget there's a paucity of research done on alternative/complemenary therapies, because there's no money in it for the big research funders - drug companies.

It's to be expected that Marjorie Wallace, the chief executive of MIND, would say, : "If these results were upheld in further studies, they would be very disturbing. If validated, this research would mean that psychological therapies would be the only available treatments for the majority of people, but these do not work for everyone, particularly those with severe clinical depression.These results are focused on clinical effectiveness rather than health risks." It's the sort of fudge you'd expect from someone who has never been what you'd describe as a boat-rocker. What is more disturbing is when she says, "It is important that people should not stop taking the anti-depressants immediately, as doing so could lead to severe rebound depression." What further evidence is needed that she is in the pocket of the drug companies than her description of a withdrawal symptom as being a 'rebound depression'. Call it what it is, woman!

Drugs have always been the easy option in mental health, and because of the placebo effect they often work: especially since the placebo effect is greatest in those drugs that have the most and worst side-effects. Many of the drugs used in mental health (not SSRIs) also have the effect of tranquilising the user, so that they are far less hassle to their families, neighbours and carers (hence, I suspect, Marjorie Wallace's fandom).

More interestingly, in the face of this evidence, what do the drug companies say? A spokesman for SmithKlineGlaxo, makers of Seroxat, says the results are, "at odds with what has been seen in actual clinical practice". These were almost exactly the words of Dr Hillary Jones on GMTV too.

Yet according to the 'scientific' skeptics (dictionary definition: person with a mind closed to anything it is too small to comprehend), the evidence of clinical practice is meaningless and pointless, and to be disregarded in the face of pure research.

So for a laugh, I went over to Quackwatch this morning. Surprisingly it has nothing to say about these medicines, even though they cause severe side-effects (such as suicide) in some patients, and have withdrawal effects. Of course, Stephen Barrett is far too busy exposing the scammery of something like craniosacral therapy, which has no side-effects at all (aside perhaps from lightening your wallet if you don't get it on the NHS), to be bothering with a huge quack like the drugs industry.

Luckily I've never worked with anyone so small-minded, and even the most sceptical of psychiatrists (that would be Dr Moffoot) would refer patients to me for craniosacral therapy when all else failed, because they saw the results for themselves. I have no objection to being called a quack, so long as the definition is fair, and applies to anyone using a method of questionable efficacy, not just those that certain self-appointed 'quackbusters' don't understand.

After all, it was the quackbusters of the time who drove Semmelweis to madness and delayed the implementation of hand-washing in medical care. Whatever way you look at it, a stubborn refusal to even consider the possible efficacy of something purely because the explanation for its mode of action isn't immediately apparent is anything but scientific.


 
 

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by KarenF @ 2008-02-19 - 14:20:26

Black Swan Green by David Mitchell>

I enjoyed Cloud Atlas, and this was just as good, in a totally different way. It's quite reminiscent and influenced by The Catcher in The Rye, but this book is set in the Malverns, in the 1980s. Anyone who grew up during the 80s will recognise the references (actually, you get the impression that some are put in because Mitchell's done the research, so he's gonna use it: but nowhere near as intrusively as Maria McCann and her ilk), and anyone who's read Cloud Atlas has a little treat in store (I'll say no more, don't wanna spoil the surprise).

It's an easy read, a page-turner, that has you hooked, and Mitchell's real skill is that the story is so thoroughly told from Jason's point of view that you don't see the end coming, because he doesn't. The indications are there from the start, but you are so caught up in Jason's life and problems (his stammer, his struggles to be cool, his family concerns etc) that you forget them as you go along. So for once I was surprised at the 'twist' that really isn't a twist, the total reverse of my usual situation (I truly didn't notice there was a twist in Sixth Sense!)
(90/100)

The Other Side of You by Sally Vickers

This is another author I'd previously enjoyed, having read Mr Golightly's Holiday, which was my second-favourite fiction book of 1996. This book surpasses that one to become one of my favourite books of all time. I would have loved to read it again straight away, there were so many little strands going on. A psychiatrist becomes involved with one of his patients, who herself had an affair which ultimately resulted in her attempted suicide.

Vickers' descriptions of unhappy relationships ring utterly true, as do her descriptions of psychotherapy and psychiatric patients, which has to be a first in my experience. The book is beautifully written, moving, but not sentimental. If anyone is ever tempted to read chick-lit, don't bother and read this instead. It's just as easy to read, far more enthralling, and a hundred times more worthy of your time and money.
(96/100)

The Mermaid Chair by Sue Monk Kidd

This doesn't quite live up to The Secret Life of Bees, but it's worth a read anyway. Jessie Sullivan has an affair with a monk when she has to return to an isolated island to care for her mother, who is acting a bit weird. Eventually we find out why, and it's no big surprise. I really liked the central storyline of Jessie and the monk, I loved the little insight from her psychiatrist husband half way through, but the book feels over-written, and unsatisfying at the end. And what is it with US women writers that they are only satified if they've introduced some sort of 'ethnic' feel? I also don't like the way she hits me over the head with how clever she is: 'oooh look, you probably missed what I was alluding to there, so I'd better tell you in black and white, thicko'. I hate that!!
(86/100)

Falling by Olivia Liberty

An interesting first novel. Excellent in the beginning, one third too long. Once you realise why Toby Doubt's girlfriend has left, it really feels like we need to speed to the conclusion, as the driving force of the novel is lost. The characters, previously comic, at times touching, become caricatures. What was an interesting look at a disturbed mind becomes cruel farce. And there is some really weird punctuation and phrasing going on, which I initially thought was meant to somehow be indicative of Toby's state of mind, until I came to a really tortuous attempt at avoiding the so-called split infinitive that made me realise what was really needed here was a decent editor. I'll read her next book though
(70/100)