Not every mass murder, violent racist attack or even run-of-the-mill street crime can be attributed to mental illness, but a lot of them can. It’s hard to divine whether the crime is driven by mental illness or just that being driven by hatred and mental illness prevents that thing in one’s head that stops a person from acting upon one’s worst feelings. Either way, mental illness plays a significant role in crimes, some horrific and tragic and some banal, except to the victim.
But while we recognize this, it’s become almost impossible to do anything useful about it.
The Rev. Wendy Paige, the pastor for the man charged in the Monsey attack, noted that he had battled with mental illness for two decades and had been diagnosed with schizophrenia. “There hasn’t been anyone who has given a real solution to deal with a grown man who is dealing with schizophrenia, other than ‘Go home and call us if something happens.’” Failing to treat individuals with documented mental health issues is not an acceptable solution.
Years ago, people with severe and chronic mental illness were sent off to delightful places like Willowbrook, subsequently revealed by Geraldo Rivera as a disgusting and abusive institution. And so we closed these places, ended the practice of locking the mentally ill out of sight and forgetting they exist.
Simultaneously, we went to battle for the rights of the mentally ill to live outside of institutions, to live on the street if that was their choice. We fought against forced drugging, leaving them the option of being treated or not, as they were entitled to the same choices of agency as anyone else. Except, as it turned out, many chose poorly. They went off their meds, lost their jobs, ended up on the street and existed as their worse psychotic selves.
Like so many wondrous ideas, there were consequences to letting the severely mentally ill live their own lives, not the least of which was that it had a deleterious impact on other people’s lives, the victims of their actions. It wasn’t good for the mentally ill. It wasn’t good for anyone else. And a great many severely mentally ill people ended up in prison, because we did away with the institutions where they would have been held otherwise.
New York City and the state must work together to treat mental health issues as the serious threat that they are. Both should immediately fund initiatives that enable expedited enrollment in treatment programs so that law enforcement officials and district attorneys can readily access appropriate services in place of, or in tandem with, the criminal justice system, rather than turning these people in need back to the streets.
Aw, that sounds sweet, except it says absolutely nothing. The issue of what to do with the mentally ill is a minefield these days, as one of the many social justice absolutes is that no one can speak to the reality of the problem for fear of stigmatizing people with psychological problems. Of course, there are many degrees of problems, and many people who have issues that can be well-addressed and treated while they otherwise function like anyone else.
That we’ve historically lumped all people with psychological problems into the cuckoo’s nest was another mistake, compelling people who needed and would benefit from therapy or meds to hide their issues rather than seek treatment for an illness like any other illness. But then, it’s not quite like any other illness for people who suffer from severe psychoses. Cancer patients don’t go out on the street in a delusional rage and kill people.
It’s easy for people to call for insipid solutions, like “treat mental health issues as the serious threat that they are.” But what are you going to do about it? Do we cut them loose if they promise to show up to clinics to take their meds, because dangerously psychotic people are so good about keeping promises? Do we build “New Willowbrook” and ship them out of sight, praying this time Nurse Ratched doesn’t neglect them, abuse them or sexually molest them? Do we send them “thoughts and prayers” on the twitters, as if that ever helped anybody with anything ever?
Dealing with the spectrum of mental illness is hard enough if we spoke honestly about the problems, but it’s impossible when we indulge in fantasy acknowledgement of its existence and ignore the fact that there are people who suffer from mental illness who don’t make our hearts hurt, but put bullets or machetes into people’s bodies.
And there are very real legal impediments to addressing the severely mentally ill. As the Monsey attacker “battled with mental illness for two decades,” how did two decades go by and yet here he was, machete in hand? There are psychiatrists and psychologists out there, clinics and private practices, who should have been capable of helping, yet the attack happened anyway. What went so horribly wrong?
We need to find answers, but it’s not nearly enough to say the obvious. The answers may be hard, may present legal issues of custody and agency, may risk stigmatizing mental illness all over again, because the hard reality is that mental illness isn’t as easily quantified and treated with sufficient certainty that a person who, from all appearances, isn’t going to go out and harm someone until he does. And then we start using the same vague and pointless palliative phrases that failed us before and will do nothing the next time.
You want “real solutions”? Then you need to face real problems and talk about them for real. But as long as we can’t speak ill of the crazies for fear that we marginalize them, stigmatize them, hurt their feelings, our prisons will serve as our asylums and when they have a bad day, there’s a good chance someone will be harmed. When that’s all we’re allowed to do, there’s nothing left but to offer “thoughts and prayers” on twitter as people die.
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SHG,
Once a long time ago, I spent several years as the law member of a mental health board. We had the power to put people in mental institutions. Once a long time ago, I also had clients who were schizoid. One of them killed herself. The present state of affairs enrages me even though the old one was not great.
Talk about crazy. Letting schizophrenics refuse medication and walk about freely is crazier than the poor fellow or gal who suffers from the horrid disease. When someone sees dinosaurs, hears them or smells them, it is time that that someone be treated involuntarily if necessary.
Most schizophrenics are not dangerous except to themselves. But a fair number are very dangerous to others and not because they choose to be so. The old way of institutionalizing the mentally ill was flawed because, for among other reasons, it was over inclusive, but it was far better than letting crazy people, refuse their medications, and walk among us. That is also cruel beyond measure.
All the best.
RGK
There are some hard choices to be made in deciding how best to deal with people suffering from severe mental illness. Skirting the issue with vague “something must be done” nonsense may avoid the landmines, but fixes nothing. But fixes require hard choices, which requires honest discussion, which offends people, so we talk bullshit and accomplish nothing.
You have, unfortunately, described the state of affairs in CA, post-Lanterman–Petris–Short Act of 1972, Welfare and Institutions Code Section 5000 et seq.
That law was enacted with noble intentions, partly in response to a then-pervasive nasty state of affairs where avaricious relatives would have grandma involuntarily committed so they could grab her property.
Developments over decades have made things worse, notably Riese v. St. Mary’s Hospital and Medical Center, 259 Cal. Rptr. 669, 774 P.2d 698 (1989), which requires judicial determination of any person’s inability to make informed decisions about medication before they can be involuntarily treated with anti-psychotic medications.
A guy walks into a psychiatrist’s office and says, hey doc, my brother’s crazy! He thinks he’s a chicken. Then the doc says, why don’t you turn him in? Then the guy says, I would but I need the eggs.
–Woody Allen, Annie Hall, 1977
As long as he carries the eggs in a Citroen 2CV, he’ll be OK, at least downhill.
For those unfamiliar with the concept.
Frankly, anyone unfamiliar with this classic has no business here.
Credit where it’s due. That was originally from “A Ducking We Will Go,” starring the Three Stooges, in 1937. Unless it was even older.
Howl, my friend,
If I were to take your Rorschach test it would be disturbing. Something like a vampire bat about to strike.
Thanks for the opportunity. But I decline.
All the best.
RGK
LOL.
Judge, subjecting you to Rorschach test would be unnecessary, as you are one of the sanest folks I’ve met on the internet.
Granted, it’s not a very high bar.
Take care, and here’s to a happy, healthy, and prosperous New Year to you and yours.
I read your blog post today, perhaps betrayed by 35 years of experience in healthcare, and wondered out loud that I might have missed a new development in the mental health field. That ppl who suffer from mental illness are no longer 2.5 to 10 times more likely to be victims of violent crime. That alcohol use and drug abuse no longer carry a higher association with violent crime than ppl who suffer from mental illness. That a prior history of violence is no longer a much more reliable predictor of future violent acts than mental illness.
Then again, both Carter and Reagan reduced access to community mental health and public health services. These reductions showed at least historically those decisions were made with little political bias but enacted with a consistent misunderstanding of mental health issues. So, it’s no surprise we’ve drawn the wrong inferences about mental illness over the past 40 years. My observation has been many hospitals treat the psychologically impaired just as dismissively.
Too bad you weren’t betrayed by 35 years of experience learning logical fallacies, or it would have saved you from making insipid excuses that completely ignore the problem and, consequently, the help these people you pretend to care about need.
Dammit
You saw right through me.
Nothing slips past your critical gaze.
Even if you managed to use the reply button, this would not salvage your wounded dignity.