A tale of mental illness – from the inside

Link: https://www.ted.com/talks/elyn_saks_a_tale_of_mental_illness_from_the_inside

Speaker: Elyn Saks

Date: June 2012

Introduction

“Is it okay if I totally trash your office?” It’s a question Elyn Saks once asked her doctor, and it wasn’t a joke. A legal scholar, in 2007 Saks came forward with her own story of schizophrenia, controlled by drugs and therapy but ever-present. In this powerful talk, she asks us to see people with mental illness clearly, honestly and compassionately.

"我可以把你的办公室彻底毁掉吗？"伊琳-萨克斯（Elyn Saks）曾这样问她的医生，这可不是一句玩笑话。作为一名法律学者，2007 年，萨克斯站出来讲述了自己的精神分裂症故事，她的精神分裂症受到药物和治疗的控制，但却一直存在。在这场震撼人心的演讲中，她要求我们以清晰、诚实和同情的态度看待精神疾病患者。

Vocabulary

trash：捣毁；毁坏；

trash your office：毁掉办公室

schizophrenia：美 [ˌskɪtsəˈfriːniə] 精神分裂症；人格分裂 注意发音

psychiatric：美 [ˌsaɪkiˈætrɪk] 精神病的；精神病学的；注意发音

psychiatric hospitals. 精神病医院

Psychiatry：美 [saɪˈkaɪətri] 精神病学；精神病治疗

ward：美 [wɔːrd] 病房；病室

I might have ended up spending most of my life on the back ward of a hospital, but that isn’t how my life turned out. 我可能最终会在医院的后病房里度过大半生，但我的生活并不是这样。

In fact, I’ve managed to stay clear of hospitals for almost three decades, perhaps my proudest accomplishment.：“Stay clear of” 在这里的意思是“避免”或“远离”。整个句子的意思是“事实上，我已经将近三十年没有住院了，这可能是我最自豪的成就”。

enormously helpful：帮助很大

shattered me：对我打击很大

White had been enormously helpful to me, and the thought of his leaving shattered me. 怀特对我帮助很大，一想到他要离开我就崩溃了。

psychotic：美 [saɪˈkɑdɪk] 精神病的；精神错乱的

he had seen me psychotic：他看到我精神错乱

had barely eaten：没吃东西

gaunt：美 [ɡɔːnt] 瘦削的；憔悴的

For a week or more, I had barely eaten. I was gaunt. I walked as though my legs were wooden. 一个多星期以来，我几乎没吃东西。我很憔悴。我走路时好像我的腿是木头似的。

fetid：美 [ˈfɛdɪd] 恶臭的；臭气冲天的

shambles：美 [ˈʃæmbəlz] pl-n. 混乱；一团糟；

The air was fetid, the room a shambles. 空气恶臭，房间乱七八糟。

somberly：美 [sɑmbɚli] 阴沉地; 光线昏暗地; 忧郁地;

Steve said somberly. 史蒂夫面色凝重地说道。

prognosis：美 [prɑːɡˈnoʊsɪs] 预后诊断；（医学上对疾病恢复可能性的）判断

menial：美 [ˈmiːniəl] 低贱的；不体面的；干家庭粗活的

and work at menial jobs. 做着卑微的工作。

hallmark：标志；特征；特点；

Delusions and hallucinations are hallmarks of the illness. Delusions are fixed and false beliefs that aren’t responsive to evidence, and hallucinations are false sensory experiences. 妄想和幻觉是这种疾病的特征。妄想是对证据没有反应的固定和错误的信念，幻觉是错误的感官体验。

to the point of: 达到某种程度；到…的地步；以至于

incoherence: 美 [ˌɪnkoˈhɪrəns] 不连贯；无条理

speech and thinking become disorganized to the point of incoherence. 讲话和思考变得毫无条理，甚至语无伦次。

unkempt: 美 [ˌənˈkɛm§t] 不整洁的；头发凌乱的；衣冠不整的

office building: 办公楼；办公建筑；办公大楼

muttering: 英 [ˈmʌtərɪŋ] 咕哝；喃喃低语；怨言 （mutter的现在分词形式）

Everyone has seen a street person, unkempt, probably ill-fed, standing outside of an office building muttering to himself or shouting. 每个人都见过一个街上的人，蓬头垢面，可能营养不良，站在办公楼外自言自语或大喊大叫。

splashed in the face with cold water. 用冷水泼在脸上。

hospitalization: 美 [ˌhɑːspɪtələˈzeɪʃn] 住院治疗；医院收容

This episode led to my first hospitalization in America. 这一事件导致我第一次在美国住院治疗。

gibber: 美 [ˈdʒɪbər] 口齿不清、急急忙忙地说

and I began gibbering unintelligably 我开始不知所云地胡言乱语

goons: 美 [gunz] 呆子；暴徒；

swooped: 美 [swupt] 突然袭击；俯冲；猛扑；（swoop的过去式和过去分词）

slammed: 美 [slæmd] 猛烈地抨击；（slam的过去式和过去分词）

strapped: 美 [stræpt] 用带捆；用带扣住；用带固定；（strap的过去式和过去分词）

Once there, someone I’ll just call ‘The Doctor’ and his whole team of goons swooped down, lifted me high into the air, and slammed me down on a metal bed with such force that I saw stars. Then they strapped my legs and arms to the metal bed with thick leather straps. 一到那里，一个我称之为“医生”的人和他的一大群打手猛扑过来，把我举到空中，然后用力把我摔在金属床上，摔得我眼冒金星。然后他们用粗皮带把我的腿和胳膊绑在金属床上。

strangle: 美 [ˈstræŋɡl] 扼死；掐死；闷住；使窒息；抑制

aspirate: 美 [ˈæspəˌreɪt] 送气发；从血管中抽吸；为…供应空气；吸入；

vomit: 美 [ˈvɑːmɪt] 呕吐物；

suffocate: 美 [ˈsʌfəkeɪt] 窒息而死；闷死；窒息；

They strangle, they aspirate their vomit, they suffocate, they have a heart attack. It’s unclear whether using mechanical restraints is actually saving lives or costing lives. 他们窒息，他们吸出呕吐物，他们窒息，他们心脏病发作。尚不清楚使用机械束缚实际上是在拯救生命还是在牺牲生命。

eminent: 美 [ˈemɪnənt] 卓越的；出众的；显赫的

degrading: 使失去自尊心的；有辱人格的；丢脸的

I consulted an eminent law professor who was also a psychiatrist, and said surely he would agree that restraints must be degrading, painful and frightening. 我咨询了一位著名的法学教授，他也是一位精神病学家，我说他肯定会同意束缚肯定是有辱人格的、痛苦的和可怕的。

writhe: 美 [raɪð]扭动；蠕动

agony: 美 [ˈæɡəni] 极度痛苦；剧烈疼痛；

Kaplan would later describe me as ‘writhing in agony.’ 卡普兰后来形容我“痛苦地扭动着”

psychoanalytic: 美 [ˌsaɪkoʊˌænə’lɪtɪk] 心理分析的

psychotherapy: 美 [ˌsaɪkoʊˈθɛrəpi] 精神疗法

psychoanalytic psychotherapy 精神分析心理疗法

stigma: 美 [ˈstɪɡmə] 耻辱；污名；

the stigma against mental illness is so powerful 对精神疾病的污名如此强大

conducive：美 [kənˈduːsɪv] 对…有益；对…有利

a conducive work environment 有利的工作环境

Summary

This TED talk by Elyn Saks delves into her personal journey with chronic schizophrenia. Saks describes her early experiences with severe mental illness, including multiple hospitalizations and a grim prognosis. Despite these challenges, she overcame significant obstacles, graduated from Yale Law School, and built a successful career as a professor at USC Gould School of Law. She highlights the importance of excellent psychiatric treatment, supportive relationships, and a conducive work environment in managing her condition.

Saks shares vivid and often harrowing anecdotes to illustrate the reality of living with schizophrenia, including episodes of psychosis and the dehumanizing experience of mechanical restraints in psychiatric care. She emphasizes the common misconceptions about schizophrenia and stresses that it does not equate to multiple personality disorder. Instead, schizophrenia is a brain disease characterized by psychosis, with symptoms such as delusions and hallucinations.

In her conclusion, Saks advocates for greater resources and research for mental health treatment, the decriminalization of mental illness, and the portrayal of mentally ill individuals in media with depth and empathy. She underscores the shared humanity of people with mental illness and expresses her desire for a life not defined by her condition but enriched by understanding and support.

在这次TED演讲中，Elyn Saks 分享了她与慢性精神分裂症的个人经历。Saks 描述了她早期与严重精神疾病作斗争的经历，包括多次住院和不乐观的预后。尽管面临这些挑战，她克服了重重困难，从耶鲁法学院毕业，并在南加州大学古尔德法学院建立了成功的职业生涯。她强调了优秀的精神病治疗、支持性关系和有利的工作环境在管理她的病情中的重要性。

Saks 通过生动且常常令人震惊的轶事来说明生活在精神分裂症阴影下的现实，包括精神病发作和机械约束的非人待遇。她指出了关于精神分裂症的常见误解，并强调这并不等同于多重人格障碍。实际上，精神分裂症是一种以精神病为特征的脑部疾病，症状包括妄想和幻觉。

在结论中，Saks 呼吁增加对心理健康治疗的资源和研究，停止将精神疾病犯罪化，并希望媒体能够以深度和同情心来描绘精神病患者。她强调了与精神疾病患者共享的人性，并表达了她不希望生活被病情定义，而是希望在理解和支持下得到丰富的人生。

Transcript

So I’m a woman with chronic schizophrenia.

I’ve spent hundreds of days

in psychiatric hospitals.

I might have ended up spending

most of my life on the back ward of a hospital,

but that isn’t how my life turned out.

In fact, I’ve managed to stay clear of hospitals

for almost three decades,

perhaps my proudest accomplishment.

That’s not to say that I’ve remained clear

of all psychiatric struggles.

After I graduated from the Yale Law School and

got my first law job, my New Haven analyst, Dr. White,

announced to me that he was going to close his practice

in three months, several years

before I had planned to leave New Haven.

White had been enormously helpful to me,

and the thought of his leaving

shattered me.

My best friend Steve,

sensing that something was terribly wrong,

flew out to New Haven to be with me.

Now I’m going to quote from some of my writings:

"I opened the door to my studio apartment.

Steve would later tell me that,

for all the times he had seen me psychotic, nothing

could have prepared him for what he saw that day.

For a week or more, I had barely eaten.

I was gaunt. I walked

as though my legs were wooden.

My face looked and felt like a mask.

I had closed all the curtains in the apartment, so

in the middle of the day

the apartment was in near total darkness.

The air was fetid, the room a shambles.

Steve, both a lawyer and a psychologist, has treated

many patients with severe mental illness, and to this day

he’ll say I was as bad as any he had ever seen.

‘Hi,’ I said, and then I returned to the couch,

where I sat in silence for several moments.

'Thank you for coming, Steve.

Crumbling world, word, voice.

Tell the clocks to stop.

Time is. Time has come.’

‘White is leaving,’ Steve said somberly.

‘I’m being pushed into a grave. The situation is grave,’ I moan.

'Gravity is pulling me down.

I’m scared. Tell them to get away.'"

As a young woman, I was in a psychiatric hospital

on three different occasions for lengthy periods.

My doctors diagnosed me with chronic schizophrenia,

and gave me a prognosis of “grave.”

That is, at best, I was expected to live in a board and care,

and work at menial jobs.

Fortunately, I did not actually

enact that grave prognosis.

Instead, I’m a chaired Professor of Law, Psychology

and Psychiatry at the USC Gould School of Law,

I have many close friends

and I have a beloved husband, Will, who’s here with us today.

(Applause) Thank you.

He’s definitely the star of my show.

I’d like to share with you how that happened, and also

describe my experience of being psychotic.

I hasten to add that it’s my experience,

because everyone becomes psychotic in his or her own way.

Let’s start with the definition of schizophrenia.

Schizophrenia is a brain disease.

Its defining feature is psychosis, or being

out of touch with reality.

Delusions and hallucinations

are hallmarks of the illness.

Delusions are fixed and false beliefs that aren’t responsive

to evidence, and hallucinations are false sensory experiences.

For example, when I’m psychotic I often have

the delusion that I’ve killed hundreds of thousands

of people with my thoughts.

I sometimes have the idea that

nuclear explosions are about to be set off in my brain.

Occasionally, I have hallucinations,

like one time I turned around and saw a man

with a raised knife.

Imagine having a nightmare while you’re awake.

Often, speech and thinking become disorganized

to the point of incoherence.

Loose associations involves putting together words

that may sound a lot alike but don’t make sense,

and if the words get jumbled up enough, it’s called “word salad.”

Contrary to what many people think, schizophrenia is not

the same as multiple personality disorder or split personality.

The schizophrenic mind is not split, but shattered.

Everyone has seen a street person,

unkempt, probably ill-fed,

standing outside of an office building muttering

to himself or shouting.

This person is likely to have some form of schizophrenia.

But schizophrenia presents itself across a wide array

of socioeconomic status, and there are people

with the illness who are full-time professionals

with major responsibilities.

Several years ago, I decided

to write down my experiences and my personal journey,

and I want to share some more of that story with you today

to convey the inside view.

So the following episode happened the seventh week

of my first semester of my first year at Yale Law School.

Quoting from my writings:

"My two classmates, Rebel and Val, and I had made the date

to meet in the law school library on Friday night

to work on our memo assignment together.

But we didn’t get far before I was talking in ways

that made no sense.

‘Memos are visitations,’ I informed them.

'They make certain points. The point is on your head.

Pat used to say that. Have you killed you anyone?’

Rebel and Val looked at me

as if they or I had been

splashed in the face with cold water.

‘What are you talking about, Elyn?’

'Oh, you know, the usual. Who’s what, what’s who,

heaven and hell. Let’s go out on the roof.

It’s a flat surface. It’s safe.’

Rebel and Val followed

and they asked what had gotten into me.

‘This is the real me,’ I announced,

waving my arms above my head.

And then, late on a Friday night, on the roof

of the Yale Law School,

I began to sing, and not quietly either.

'Come to the Florida sunshine bush.

Do you want to dance?’

‘Are you on drugs?’ one asked. ‘Are you high?’

'High? Me? No way, no drugs.

Come to the Florida sunshine bush,

where there are lemons, where they make demons.’

‘You’re frightening me,’ one of them said, and Rebel and Val

headed back into the library.

I shrugged and followed them.

Back inside, I asked my classmates if they were

having the same experience of words jumping around

our cases as I was.

‘I think someone’s infiltrated my copies of the cases,’ I said.

'We’ve got to case the joint.

I don’t believe in joints, but

they do hold your body together.'" –

It’s an example of loose associations. –

"Eventually I made my way back to my dorm room,

and once there, I couldn’t settle down.

My head was too full of noise,

too full of orange trees and law memos I could not write

and mass murders I knew I would be responsible for.

Sitting on my bed, I rocked back and forth,

moaning in fear and isolation."

This episode led to my first hospitalization in America.

I had two earlier in England.

Continuing with the writings:

"The next morning I went to my professor’s office to ask

for an extension on the memo assignment,

and I began gibbering unintelligably

as I had the night before,

and he eventually brought me to the emergency room.

Once there, someone I’ll just call ‘The Doctor’

and his whole team of goons swooped down,

lifted me high into the air,

and slammed me down on a metal bed

with such force that I saw stars.

Then they strapped my legs and arms to the metal bed

with thick leather straps.

A sound came out of my mouth that I’d never heard before:

half groan, half scream,

barely human and pure terror.

Then the sound came again,

forced from somewhere deep inside my belly

and scraping my throat raw."

This incident resulted in my involuntary hospitalization.

One of the reasons the doctors gave for hospitalizing me

against my will was that I was

“gravely disabled.”

To support this view, they wrote in my chart that I was unable

to do my Yale Law School homework.

I wondered what that meant about much of the rest of New Haven.

(Laughter)

During the next year, I would

spend five months in a psychiatric hospital.

At times, I spent up to 20 hours in mechanical restraints,

arms tied, arms and legs tied down,

arms and legs tied down with a net tied

tightly across my chest.

I never struck anyone.

I never harmed anyone. I never made any direct threats.

If you’ve never been restrained yourself, you may have

a benign image of the experience.

There’s nothing benign about it.

Every week in the United States,

it’s been estimated that one to three people die in restraints.

They strangle, they aspirate their vomit,

they suffocate, they have a heart attack.

It’s unclear whether using mechanical restraints

is actually saving lives or costing lives.

While I was preparing to write my student note

for the Yale Law Journal on mechanical restraints,

I consulted an eminent law professor who was also

a psychiatrist,

and said surely he would agree

that restraints must be degrading,

painful and frightening.

He looked at me in a knowing way, and said,

"Elyn, you don’t really understand:

These people are psychotic.

They’re different from me and you.

They wouldn’t experience restraints as we would."

I didn’t have the courage to tell him in that moment that,

no, we’re not that different from him.

We don’t like to be strapped down to a bed

and left to suffer for hours any more than he would.

In fact, until very recently,

and I’m sure some people still hold it as a view,

that restraints help psychiatric patients feel safe.

I’ve never met a psychiatric patient

who agreed with that view.

Today, I’d like to say I’m very pro-psychiatry

but very anti-force.

I don’t think force is effective as treatment, and I think

using force is a terrible thing to do to another person

with a terrible illness.

Eventually, I came to Los Angeles

to teach at the University of Southern California Law School.

For years, I had resisted medication,

making many, many efforts to get off.

I felt that if I could manage without medication,

I could prove that, after all,

I wasn’t really mentally ill, it was some terrible mistake.

My motto was the less medicine, the less defective.

My L.A. analyst, Dr. Kaplan, was urging me

just to stay on medication and get on with my life,

but I decided I wanted to make one last college try to get off.

Quoting from the text:

"I started the reduction of my meds, and within a short time

I began feeling the effects.

After returning from a trip to Oxford, I marched into

Kaplan’s office, headed straight for the corner, crouched down,

covered my face, and began shaking.

All around me I sensed evil beings poised with daggers.

They’d slice me up in thin slices

or make me swallow hot coals.

Kaplan would later describe me as ‘writhing in agony.’

Even in this state, what he accurately described as

acutely and forwardly psychotic,

I refused to take more medication.

The mission is not yet complete.

Immediately after the appointment with Kaplan,

I went to see Dr. Marder, a schizophrenia expert

who was following me for medication side effects.

He was under the impression that I had a mild psychotic illness.

Once in his office, I sat on his couch, folded over,

and began muttering.

'Head explosions and people trying to kill.

Is it okay if I totally trash your office?’

‘You need to leave if you think you’re going to do that,’

said Marder.

'Okay. Small. Fire on ice. Tell them not to kill me.

Tell them not to kill me. What have I done wrong?

Hundreds of thousands with thoughts, interdiction.’

'Elyn, do you feel like you’re

dangerous to yourself or others?

I think you need to be in the hospital.

I could get you admitted right away, and the whole thing

could be very discrete.’

'Ha, ha, ha.

You’re offering to put me in hospitals?

Hospitals are bad, they’re mad, they’re sad.

One must stay away. I’m God, or I used to be.'"

At that point in the text,

where I said “I’m God, or I used to be,” my husband

made a marginal note.

He said, “Did you quit or were you fired?”

(Laughter)

"'I give life and I take it away.

Forgive me, for I know not what I do.’

Eventually, I broke down in front of friends, and

everybody convinced me to take more medication.

I could no longer deny the truth,

and I could not change it.

The wall that kept me, Elyn, Professor Saks,

separate from that insane woman hospitalized years past,

lay smashed and in ruins."

Everything about this illness says I shouldn’t be here,

but I am. And I am, I think, for three reasons:

First, I’ve had excellent treatment.

Four- to five-day-a-week psychoanalytic psychotherapy

for decades and continuing, and excellent psychopharmacology.

Second, I have many close family members and friends who know me

and know my illness.

These relationships have given my life a meaning

and a depth, and they also helped me navigate

my life in the face of symptoms.

Third, I work at an enormously supportive workplace

at USC Law School.

This is a place that not only accommodates my needs

but actually embraces them.

It’s also a very intellectually stimulating place,

and occupying my mind with complex problems

has been my best and most powerful and most reliable

defense against my mental illness.

Even with all that — excellent treatment, wonderful family and

friends, supportive work environment —

I did not make my illness public

until relatively late in life,

and that’s because the stigma against mental illness

is so powerful that I didn’t feel safe with people knowing.

If you hear nothing else today,

please hear this: There are not “schizophrenics.”

There are people with schizophrenia, and these people

may be your spouse, they may be your child,

they may be your neighbor, they may be your friend,

they may be your coworker.

So let me share some final thoughts.

We need to invest more resources into research and treatment

of mental illness.

The better we understand these illnesses, the better

the treatments we can provide, and the better the treatments

we can provide, the more we can offer people care,

and not have to use force.

Also, we must stop criminalizing mental illness.

It’s a national tragedy and scandal that the L.A. County Jail

is the biggest psychiatric facility in the United States.

American prisons and jails are filled with people who suffer

from severe mental illness, and many of them are there

because they never received adequate treatment.

I could have easily ended up there or on the streets myself.

A message to the entertainment industry and to the press:

On the whole, you’ve done a wonderful job fighting stigma

and prejudice of many kinds.

Please, continue to let us see characters in your movies,

your plays, your columns,

who suffer with severe mental illness.

Portray them sympathetically,

and portray them in all the richness and depth

of their experience as people and not as diagnoses.

Recently, a friend posed a question:

If there were a pill I could take

that would instantly cure me, would I take it?

The poet Rainer Maria Rilke

was offered psychoanalysis.

He declined, saying, "Don’t take my devils away,

because my angels may flee too."

My psychosis, on the other hand,

is a waking nightmare in which my devils are so terrifying

that all my angels have already fled.

So would I take the pill? In an instant.

That said, I don’t wish to be seen as regretting

the life I could have had if I’d not been mentally ill,

nor am I asking anyone for their pity.

What I rather wish to say is that the humanity we all share

is more important than the mental illness we may not.

What those of us who suffer with mental illness want

is what everybody wants:

in the words of Sigmund Freud, “to work and to love.”

Thank you. (Applause)

Afterword

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