Have You Ever Danced With the Malingerers in the Pale Moonlight?
1:47am EST in New York, NY -- where it is unseasonably warm at whopping 50 degrees!
It's been a while since the last post. I don't even remember when that was. But currently I'm on a night float rotation, which means that I'm working at nights (6pm to 8am, to be exact) covering the entire hospital as the only psychiatrist on duty. So while I'm in this period of adrenalin-induced insomnia with ever-lingering anxiety that abounds in the midst of hoping that pager doesn't go off, here's a brand-new JK-certified blog entry!
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I find that part of frustrating thing about psychiatry is that it is very susceptible to manipulation by people who malinger their symptoms. It isn't uncommon at all for folks who are down and out on the streets, commonly fresh from days of drug binge, go to the hospital ER and ask to be admitted to psychiatry. Now, that usually doesn't get you an admission, so the wily veterans know that you have to say those magical words to clinch your check-in to the psychiatric ward/hotel: I want to hurt/kill myself/others. Bam! you're in.
Or at least that's the impression. The psychiatrists in training at our program get to spend a lot of time their first year at the psychiatric emergency room of the Big Public Hospital, where the admissions aren't gonna be so cheap. And often the attendings provide for us good ways to handle various situations with people who are obvious faking their symptoms, and on top of that they would back you up on the decision not to admit them just because they're saying certain magic words. For example, if you're threatening the clinician that a non-admitting decision would lead to your hiring a lawyer and suing the hospital, chances are that you're not so terribly depressed that you want to kill yourself. Just a guess, but I'm pretty darn sure.
Sometimes you can kinda trick the folks into making no sense. When you get someone who just says "yes" to every symptom you present, you can spout off some totally ridiculous ones and see if they say yes to them too. Tried this one out before, and it has worked very well. Of course, the more crafty, seasoned malingerers know to just stick to the basics, and simply repeat that they're gonna kill themselves if they're not in the hospital.
I'm probably sounding like a grouchy psychiatry resident to some readers here, and to some extent that is true. It truly is sad to see that some people's lives are so down in the dirt, that they think that they need to pretend to be insane in order to obtain warm food and a bed to sleep on. That is quite a picture of tragic desperation. But when you consider all the resources that need to be used for people who truly desperately need psychiatric care, wasting loads of it on malingering "psychiatric" patients is morally objectionable.
And it doesn't help that the psychiatrists ourselves have exacerbated this situation. At the hospital next door to the Big Public Hospital, where I'm currently working, the psychiatric ward has become a revolving door of patients who end up becoming so dependent on the inpatient setting, that they don't or won't work toward continued long-term outpatient care; a setting that truly improves the overall health of a population. Inpatient units are designed for patients who are in acute psychiatric crises, and once that is resolved they are set up with an outpatient follow-up for continued long-term care. But to so many people, the ease with which they are admitted to the hospital by the psychiatrists who ultimately make the decision to admit them, voluntarily or involuntarily, has fostered a mentality that whenever you're not feeling well, you should just go to the hospital and get admitted.
An example from this week. A man comes to the ER, complaining of wanting to kill himself and is seeking admission. I ask him about what's been going on, and he states that he was up on the roof earlier in the day, contemplating jumping off to commit suicide, but his wife went up there and convinced him to come down and go seek help. Naturally, I ask if I could speak to his wife, which throws him off a little. He thinks that she probably can't add much to what he's been going through, but in our little dance he has no choice to yield; I mean, you can't seem too suspicious.
He leaves the little interviewing office, and I call the wife. I introduce myself and ask how she thinks her husband has been doing. She doesn't think there's anything abnormal in particular about how he's been doing recently. I ask her, point blank, if she found him on the roof earlier in the day and he had to be persuaded by her to come down. She has no idea what I'm talking about.
Then I hear her cell phone ring, and she asks me to hold on. I sit in silence while hearing her speak on the other phone. Yes, I'm talking to him right now, I hear her say. Now who could that be on the other line.... She comes back to talk to me, and gives a weak endorsement about how some people get more depressed during the holidays (which I don't think has been shown to be true, by the way). I thank her and call my attending psychiatrist, with whom the ultimate decision will be made in regards to admitting this patient.
I give the attending the basic history and presentation. I tell him about the symptoms he is endorsing. I tell him about the fact that he made up a story that has been shown to be clearly untrue. Telling blatant lies for a certain stated objective is basically the definition of malingering. He doesn't seem like a desperate, depressed person in agony at all. He seems like someone who wants to achieve one thing and would lie to do it.
And the end result: surely enough, he gets admitted to the hospital. The attending tells me that we should always err on the side of caution when things aren't so clear. I'm wondering how clear things would have to get to err on the side of common sense. I'm perplexed at this point, and also somewhat outraged. There are people who need to be in the ward. This isn't one of them.
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There are psychiatrists who think that this is akin to being kind to someone, to admit them to a psychiatric inpatient unit even though they probably don't need to be there. After all, they are indeed desperate in many ways; just not necessarily in a psychiatric sense.
But I contend that this actually ends up hurting them. It instills a mentality that a hospital can be used as a lodging facility, when it clearly isn't and shouldn't be. It reinforces malingering by allowing it to be effective. And it directs people who need certain types of aid to a wrong place, where focus is mainly on acute mental health rather than socioeconomic well being. It's a system in which virtually everyone loses.
Come to think of it, the only ones who benefit from this practice are the psychiatrists themselves. Let's face it; if the litigious threats that abounds the U.S. medical practices wasn't present, how many of the malingerers would actually get what they want? We set aside logic, reason, and even ethical considerations for the sake of avoiding litigations. Not mistakes, but litigations. Everyone who's gone through medical school knows that mistakes are inevitable. But being sued, you see, is much more preventable. If you just cave in and play it safe, then, well, that is just the ultimate.
We do tend to err on the side of caution, and we err a lot. And these errors have definite costs, and it undermines the field of mental health. That's pretty depressing.
It's been a while since the last post. I don't even remember when that was. But currently I'm on a night float rotation, which means that I'm working at nights (6pm to 8am, to be exact) covering the entire hospital as the only psychiatrist on duty. So while I'm in this period of adrenalin-induced insomnia with ever-lingering anxiety that abounds in the midst of hoping that pager doesn't go off, here's a brand-new JK-certified blog entry!
-----------------------------
I find that part of frustrating thing about psychiatry is that it is very susceptible to manipulation by people who malinger their symptoms. It isn't uncommon at all for folks who are down and out on the streets, commonly fresh from days of drug binge, go to the hospital ER and ask to be admitted to psychiatry. Now, that usually doesn't get you an admission, so the wily veterans know that you have to say those magical words to clinch your check-in to the psychiatric ward/hotel: I want to hurt/kill myself/others. Bam! you're in.
Or at least that's the impression. The psychiatrists in training at our program get to spend a lot of time their first year at the psychiatric emergency room of the Big Public Hospital, where the admissions aren't gonna be so cheap. And often the attendings provide for us good ways to handle various situations with people who are obvious faking their symptoms, and on top of that they would back you up on the decision not to admit them just because they're saying certain magic words. For example, if you're threatening the clinician that a non-admitting decision would lead to your hiring a lawyer and suing the hospital, chances are that you're not so terribly depressed that you want to kill yourself. Just a guess, but I'm pretty darn sure.
Sometimes you can kinda trick the folks into making no sense. When you get someone who just says "yes" to every symptom you present, you can spout off some totally ridiculous ones and see if they say yes to them too. Tried this one out before, and it has worked very well. Of course, the more crafty, seasoned malingerers know to just stick to the basics, and simply repeat that they're gonna kill themselves if they're not in the hospital.
I'm probably sounding like a grouchy psychiatry resident to some readers here, and to some extent that is true. It truly is sad to see that some people's lives are so down in the dirt, that they think that they need to pretend to be insane in order to obtain warm food and a bed to sleep on. That is quite a picture of tragic desperation. But when you consider all the resources that need to be used for people who truly desperately need psychiatric care, wasting loads of it on malingering "psychiatric" patients is morally objectionable.
And it doesn't help that the psychiatrists ourselves have exacerbated this situation. At the hospital next door to the Big Public Hospital, where I'm currently working, the psychiatric ward has become a revolving door of patients who end up becoming so dependent on the inpatient setting, that they don't or won't work toward continued long-term outpatient care; a setting that truly improves the overall health of a population. Inpatient units are designed for patients who are in acute psychiatric crises, and once that is resolved they are set up with an outpatient follow-up for continued long-term care. But to so many people, the ease with which they are admitted to the hospital by the psychiatrists who ultimately make the decision to admit them, voluntarily or involuntarily, has fostered a mentality that whenever you're not feeling well, you should just go to the hospital and get admitted.
An example from this week. A man comes to the ER, complaining of wanting to kill himself and is seeking admission. I ask him about what's been going on, and he states that he was up on the roof earlier in the day, contemplating jumping off to commit suicide, but his wife went up there and convinced him to come down and go seek help. Naturally, I ask if I could speak to his wife, which throws him off a little. He thinks that she probably can't add much to what he's been going through, but in our little dance he has no choice to yield; I mean, you can't seem too suspicious.
He leaves the little interviewing office, and I call the wife. I introduce myself and ask how she thinks her husband has been doing. She doesn't think there's anything abnormal in particular about how he's been doing recently. I ask her, point blank, if she found him on the roof earlier in the day and he had to be persuaded by her to come down. She has no idea what I'm talking about.
Then I hear her cell phone ring, and she asks me to hold on. I sit in silence while hearing her speak on the other phone. Yes, I'm talking to him right now, I hear her say. Now who could that be on the other line.... She comes back to talk to me, and gives a weak endorsement about how some people get more depressed during the holidays (which I don't think has been shown to be true, by the way). I thank her and call my attending psychiatrist, with whom the ultimate decision will be made in regards to admitting this patient.
I give the attending the basic history and presentation. I tell him about the symptoms he is endorsing. I tell him about the fact that he made up a story that has been shown to be clearly untrue. Telling blatant lies for a certain stated objective is basically the definition of malingering. He doesn't seem like a desperate, depressed person in agony at all. He seems like someone who wants to achieve one thing and would lie to do it.
And the end result: surely enough, he gets admitted to the hospital. The attending tells me that we should always err on the side of caution when things aren't so clear. I'm wondering how clear things would have to get to err on the side of common sense. I'm perplexed at this point, and also somewhat outraged. There are people who need to be in the ward. This isn't one of them.
-----------------------------
There are psychiatrists who think that this is akin to being kind to someone, to admit them to a psychiatric inpatient unit even though they probably don't need to be there. After all, they are indeed desperate in many ways; just not necessarily in a psychiatric sense.
But I contend that this actually ends up hurting them. It instills a mentality that a hospital can be used as a lodging facility, when it clearly isn't and shouldn't be. It reinforces malingering by allowing it to be effective. And it directs people who need certain types of aid to a wrong place, where focus is mainly on acute mental health rather than socioeconomic well being. It's a system in which virtually everyone loses.
Come to think of it, the only ones who benefit from this practice are the psychiatrists themselves. Let's face it; if the litigious threats that abounds the U.S. medical practices wasn't present, how many of the malingerers would actually get what they want? We set aside logic, reason, and even ethical considerations for the sake of avoiding litigations. Not mistakes, but litigations. Everyone who's gone through medical school knows that mistakes are inevitable. But being sued, you see, is much more preventable. If you just cave in and play it safe, then, well, that is just the ultimate.
We do tend to err on the side of caution, and we err a lot. And these errors have definite costs, and it undermines the field of mental health. That's pretty depressing.





