”’Why is this okay? Where is the outrage? The ribbons, the races, and the ice bucket challenges?’”
It started with his sister.
Before Kenneth Paul Rosenberg became a respected psychiatrist and lauded documentary filmmaker, he was just Ken, living with his family in Philadelphia. He had two older sisters and lived a nice, middle-class existence. But he also had a secret: his older sister Merle had schizophrenia. Her lapses into mania, paranoia, and violence were a source of shame for the family, but also a source of endless frustration trying to get her treatment in a time when preventive treatment wasn’t available. Inspired and propelled forward by his sister’s experience, Rosenberg decided to become a psychiatrist. Throughout his career, he has gotten a deeper insight into how broken America’s treatment of the severely mentally ill is, and that insight has inspired advocacy. In a five year quest to further understand how and why we got here he takes himself and the reader on a seven year journey into a quest of what it truly means to be mentally ill in the United States and how it seems to be an endless cycle of tragedy in the amount of people it has failed, including Merle.
As a person living in the United States of America and who works with the mentally ill fairly often, I knew that our mental healthcare system was not that great, but I had no idea how bad the actual extent of the problem was. After reading this intense, riveting, and heartbreaking study of the past and present state of mental health treatment in the United States, I have learned that our mental healthcare system is, quite simply put, a disaster. A shitshow. A garbage fire. A long smoldering fire on the verge of an implosion. It’s laughable how little people with power seem to care about the mentally ill here in the United States. As The Fiancé puts it, “the mentally ill aren’t the people. It’s the people running the system that are the problem.”
Reading this book was a revelation. It opened my eyes to so many things I had suspected were true and so many things I never knew about. Honestly, if I listed all of them, this review would be about the size of an academic thesis.
This book proved my mother right when she always said that the almighty dollar is responsible for the decisions we make, whether right or wrong. I found out that due to the amount of time it takes to research mental illness and human psychology in general, the major drug companies aren’t willing to take the risk to fund research for new advances in medication, leaving doctors and patients to rely on antiquated medicine that has no effect on relieving mental health systems. I was aghast to discover that the largest healthcare providers for mentally ill patients aren’t hospitals or treatment centers, but jails and prisons. It was no surprise to me to discover that people of color get disproportionately diagnosed with mental illness compared to their white counterparts, and yet nothing has been done to solve this problem. I was appalled to discover that after the closing of American asylums in the 1950s and 1960s, there has been no solution or better places built to house these mentally ill individuals, with many of them left to fend for themselves out on the streets. And it made me so sad to realize that the stigma and shame when it comes to people with severe mental disorders prevents them from getting the help they need, and our outdated methods of treatment often dissuade them from seeking any assistance at all. As an American, I was outraged at how horribly our government has failed the most vulnerable in our society. It’s been happening right under our noses and yet it’s the giant elephant in the room that no one wants to acknowledge. The good old philosophy of if we ignore the problem, it will go away, is alive and well.
With an endless amount of research, care, compassion, and knowledge. Dr. Kenneth Paul Rosenberg not only identifies the numerous problems with the system and how we got here, but he also offers solutions on what we can do to improve our treatment of the mentally ill. He intersperses his own memories of his sister Merle with carefully researched facts and personal stories from people with mental illness and their families. Oftentimes when it comes to nonfiction, academic type books, there tends to be a disconnect between the author and what they’re writing about that leaves the writing style very dry and distant. Thankfully, that’s not the case here. Due to his own experiences I’m sure, Rosenberg has written a case study that is as riveting as it is informative. I simply couldn’t put this book down. He truly made me want to learn more about what he was talking about. Further, instead of this book being all gloom and doom like one might expect, he also offers solutions and an abundance of resources for people with mental illness and those who have loved ones with mental illness to get the help they need and offer the love, compassion, and care that so many mentally ill people, including his sister, never got the chance to get.
This book is an absolute must-read for anyone who has a loved one dealing with a mental illness, works with people who are mentally ill, or has a mental illness themselves.
And for those who might be reading this, you are not alone. You are not the problem. It is not your fault.
There is hope.