Second to last month I had a young woman come into the PES where I worked in Cincinnati suffering from an anxiety disorder and placed on heavy amounts of benzos by her psychiatrist. That psychiatrist was in the hospital and because she couldn't get her refill, she went to the PES.
It was our policy not to give benzos.
But getting to the point, the lady was zonked due to her benzos. Based on her history that was full, not filled with holes, and very descriptive, it appeared that she started suffering from GAD in college, it worsened her performance but she was able to graduate, then she saw a psychiatrist, benzos started, she's zonked, and has been for about 4 years. Since she was zonked, her psychiatrist then recommended she go on disability.
I asked if he ever recommended an antidepressant, preferably an SSRI or SNRI-no.
Any psychotherapy? No
Anything to treat the anxiety other than benzos? No. No Beta blockers, no antihistamines, no Gabapentin, no CBT, nothing, nada, just benzos.
Her father was with her and he told me he was very upset because his daughter is young, intelligent, and if the GAD never afflicted her, she likely would've gone to graduate school and would've been self-sufficient, but now just stays home, is zonked, and the psychiatrist just recommends that the next step is disability. The doctor also had her seeing him weekly and he would only give a week's supply of benzos with each visit and she had been seeing him for years. He told me he was convinced there had to be a better way.
I told them that the first-line treatment should be an SSRI, that benzos should just be temporary and she is most likely zonked from the benzos and if she were to get her anxiety controlled with an SSRI or SNRI and weaned off the benzos, she could likely lead a self-sufficient life again. They asked why this other psychiatrist didn't offer the same advice. I told them I didn't know but what I offered to them is the standard, and frankly I didn't know why he offered what he did. I also warned them that if started on an SSRI, the likelihood is she will get better but it could take a few tries before the right one was found for her.
The father walked out that that PES very upset but also happy because he told me that's what he thought all along-that benzos were not a first-line treatment end all be all, but with the shortage of psychiatrists they couldn't get a second opinion very easily. I prescribed a B-blocker and and an SSRI and recommended she get weaned off the benzos. I also got a list of all the providers they could possibly see in the area, some of them I knew, called one of them up cause I personally knew him, and got the patient bumped ahead so they didn't have to be on a waiting list for months.
Again, a type of situation where this should be horrific and considered extremely poor care and shocking, but I see this type of thing happen EVERYDAY, so I am no longer shocked. It also made me speculate that the doctor knew what the heck was going on and that he was possibly entrapping her to be a dependent addict. I should've told them to complain to the state medical board but I only saw them once and I tend to want more information before I take the leap to request that the patient do that.
Ugh that's frustrating just to read about, it must be so hard for patients, their families, and Doctors like yourself when you have to fix the incompetence of other so called 'Healthcare professionals'. My situation was a bit different in that it wasn't Psychiatrists who were misprescribing, it was GPs (or Family Doctors in the US I think they're called).
Initially when I was first prescribed Xanax I was in a crisis state, and I needed something that was going to stabilise me fast. Now I wasn't offered any alternatives to Xanax, but the Doctor I was seeing at the time made it clear that this was a short term deal only, no longer than 8 weeks just to get me back on an even keel, and then I would be tapered off. And it was strongly recommended I (re)start some sort of therapy, so I was given a referral to a Psychiatrist and went on a waiting list. Unfortunately the story didn't end there, because I moved house and transferred to another Doctor. They'd received my notes from my previous Doctor, and of course I was still expecting that the Xanax was a short term prospect only and fully expected my new Doctor would take over the upcoming taper for me. But theirs was was a high turn over 'profit based' practice, where they just saw as many patients as possible in as short an amount of time, so rather than bother with a tapering schedule it was easier for them to just get me in, write another script, and get me out as quickly as possible.
Then I moved again, and the next Doctor I ended up with was even worse. He's the one that started feeding me all the lines about brain chemistry that needed to be fixed, and how I was like a diabetic that needed insulin, and blah blah blah bull$h*t. Only by that stage I was too tired, and too anxious, and too much of an addict (not just with the pills, but with illicit drugs as well) so I just kept accepting the scripts. Even the times when I decided I really wanted to make a stand and insist that I be referred to therapy and taken off the Xanax, it didn't take him long to convince me otherwise and just get me to accept another script. And that wasn't just because being an addict I was way more of a pushover than perhaps other people might have been, he was also really good at convincing you that your ideas about treatment were just completely stupid, because he was the one with the medical degree and he knew best - so stop talking nonsense about stuff you know nothing about and just take your medication. It turned out a family of one of his patients had made a number of complaints about him to the medical board that went unheeded, so they ended up contacting a local current affairs program and set up a sting operation. They went in over a period of a week, wearing hidden cameras, and basically revealed him as a complete pill pusher that was handing out scripts for benzos like it was the frickin' Oprah Winfrey show - you get a script, and you get a script, and YOU get a script. The medical centre he worked for promptly sacked him, but instead of transferring those patients he'd kept on benzos for an extended period of time to other Doctors in order to at least taper people off the pills, they just kicked us all out. So of course I'm left staring down the barrel of having to go cold turkey, and needed to find another Doctor fast, so cue me ending up with another pill pusher who would just write out scripts, no questions asked. By this stage, even with the previous pill pushing a-hole that had lost his job, I was starting to feel really off, like off in a 'these pills are messing with my brain somehow, and I don't feel right at all' kind of way. I'd weaned myself off the Xanax a few times in this period (always far too rapidly, so I went through some pretty bad withdrawals), but I always ended up back on them because I'd go back to these so called 'Doctors' looking for alternative treatments, and walk out with yet another script (and more often than not an admonishment and a lecture about how I *had* to be on this medication on top of that).
By the time I ended up on the Methadone program I knew the Xanax was really messing with my brain, but my Methadone prescribing Doctor's attitude was 'Let's just worry about tackling one addiction at a time' and I kind of agreed with him, at that point I needed to put my energy into staying off Heroin. Only trouble was his idea of 'let's worry about tackling one addiction at a time' was to just keep prescribing me ever increasing amounts of Xanax - and by this stage I was pretty much physically addicted to Xanax to the point that I needed a minimum of at least 8-10 mgs a day just to stop me going into withdrawal (I was prescribed a maximum allowance of 16 mgs a day). Then one day I just got fed up with all of it - I'd been clean from Heroin for over a year, I was tapering off the Methadone with no issues, so I was stable from that point of view - plus I was engaged to be married, but the Xanax was just making me feel worse and worse all the time, so I thought that's it, no more, I'm done, I'm quitting these pills as of right now. I figured I'd already done several rapid detoxes in the past, and they were rough but Id gotten through them okay, and besides I'd gone cold turkey off Heroin a bunch of times, so how hard could it be to do the same with the Xanax - one grand mal seizure and an emergency ride to hospital later I found out just how wrong I was. Shortly after that is when I finally found the GP who would eventually help me get off the Xanax completely, so I told my Methadone doctor that my Xanax scripts would now be handled by her only, which he agreed to. Now she did manage to at least partially reduce my dosage in the early stages of me seeing her, but at the same time I was starting to come to the end of my Methadone taper, and I was experiencing cravings for other stuff beginning to resurface, so yeah occasionally I messed up and took too many pills. It only happened a few times, but my good GP had made it absolutely clear from the start that I would receive no early scripts from her - if I screwed up, and ran out of Xanax before I was due for my next script, then I had to accept there would be consequences to my actions (she was tough, but fair).
So that's when I ended up visiting one of the most unbelievably dodgy Doctors I have ever come across. I only saw him for about 5 appointments (because I did manage to get my **** back together pretty quickly), but I am not kidding I turned up to one appointment, and there's an uncapped, used syringe in the basin/sink, and he's so off his face he's basically alternating between being face planted on his desk and almost falling out of his chair. Then he doesn't just forget to switch off the previous patients screen notes, or bring mine up, he actually proceeds to turn the computer screen towards me and starts going through her full history - name, address, what she's diagnosed with, what medications she's prescribed. I was basically sitting there gobsmacked. Another time he asked me if I was still on Methadone, and when I said yes he turned around and went 'Oh no, no, you have to get off Methadone and go back on Heroin, it's way better' - I was like 'Well yeah that's great and all, but Heroin's kind of expensive and I don't really feel like going back to peddling my ar%e on the street to pay for my habit, thank you very much'. His answer to that was (and this is a direct quote, because I have never forgotten this), 'No, you move to Malaysia, no need sell your *slang word*, no need sell your ar%ehole, everything cheap in Malaaaasyiaaaa!!!' I really don't know what the hell he expected me to actually put down on any sort of immigration form when they asked what reason I had for wanting to migrate to their country - 'Er, the cost of Heroin in South Australia is just too damn high?' Seriously, WTF?
😵 (*further details edited upon reflection of potential TMI)
To cut a long story short, I got back on track, toed the line with whatever rules and requirements were expected of me with my good (and ethical) GP, got a proper tapering schedule written up by a Psychiatrist for her to manage, and FINALLY got off Xanax once and for all. On my two year anniversary of being completely Xanax (and Methadone) free, she gave me a beautiful note she'd written saying how proud she was of me, and how it had been an honour to see me get well and start to grow as a person away from all the pills and drugs. It was really touching. I have a new, and equally good GP now, but I've never forgotten what she did for me.
😍