Messiah complex

Stephen Diamond, writes in Psychology Today (Sept. 29, 2014), about Messiah Syndrome and the psychology of terrorists.

We all have a “messiah complex” dwelling deep within.  But not everyone becomes completely possessed and grandiosely inflated by it.  The desire to redeem and “save the world”, when kept in check, can be a very positive force in life, motivating us to do good deeds and to leave the world a better place – if only infinitesimally – than when we came into it.

But when one has been chronically frustrated in realising this positive, creative potentiality, it remains stillborn in the unconscious, dissociated from the personality, rendering them highly susceptible to possession by the messiah complex.  This is especially true when the sense of self has been underdeveloped or weakened due to trauma and other early narcissistic wounding.

What is the messiah complex?

It’s a complex psychological state when a person believes that he or she is a saviour today or will be in the near future.  It is a state of mind in which an individual holds a belief that they are destined to be the saviour (otherwise called Christ or saviour complex).  

While the term ‘messiah complex’ is not addressed in the DSM (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders), the symptoms of people with a ‘messiah complex’ resemble those found in individuals who have grandiose delusions or delusions of grandeur.  This form of delusional belief is more commonly seen in patients with bipolar disorder and schizophrenia.

What is true is that we all have some form or degree of messianic complexes.  Because idealism should be a path normal people would take.

Vincent van Gogh even in his “abnormal state of mind” puts it well

Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow.

We live at a time where in spite (or despite) using advances in digital technology to propagate truth, our world is more confused.  Nonsense is being elevated on a pedestal. Personal gains and agenda are without a conscience any more.  And there will be those who with delusions of grandeur will promise the gullible a better world.  Not that it’s bad, but it can be wrong when it is impossible to give the sun and stars.

What better way to create a following than the make a situation as dire and as unsustainable as possible, and have some looney bin lead you all to hell?

Remember, all the people with messianic complexes are delusional. And there is no greater fool than the fool that is fooled by a fool.

A cup of hope

The other week when I was making rounds with my residents, we were discussing a patient who was the victim of a vehicular accident.

Prognosis was poor. Complications post surgery were multiple. Financial resources were scarce. What do patients or their relatives expect from their doctors? When faced with this dilemma, how do we arrive at a holistic approach at addressing this matter?

In medical school, we are taught the essentials of diagnosis and treatment. While bioethics is part of the theoretical considerations taught to us, placing this into practice is often forgotten. Until we are faced in real life with the dilemma in patient care.

As healers, we need to remember that it’s not only providing treatment to patients that are important. I tell my residents:

1. The patients expenses should always be taken into consideration. After all, it is not your money. And you have no right to spend it any way you want. Make sure that you approach the work-up based on the working diagnosis. Do a good history taking. Be sensitive to the needs of the patient and their family.

2. As medical students or those in training, don’t treat patients as training materials. Empathy, sympathy and genuine concern are the cornerstones of the good doctor. Remember: we are not god. Learn to touch their hearts more than their hands.

3. Sit down with them and discuss their illness. Everyone – whether they pay or are charity patients – deserve equal care and attention. Before prescribing, make sure that the patients need the medicine. If natural treatment is available (bed rest, water, fresh air, change in lifestyle), don’t prescribe medicines that are not superior to these.

4. Break it to them gently. Especially for those where the bad news will need comprehension and a bit more time to process, make sure you use terms that are understandable. Pause in between explanations and ask them if they understood and if they have additional questions.

5. Reassure them that you are with them in their road to recovery. Constantly update them on day-to-day changes. If you need to add tests, tell them why. Don’t be trigger happy requesting for unnecessary tests. Think before requesting. It’s not your money to spend. Imagine yourself as the patient. Always. How would you want your doctor to approach your illness?

6. During end of life issues, gather the family and explain in a language and words that they will understand. Provide them with clear options on both BENEFITS and RISKS on outcome. Place yourselves in their shoes and ask yourself, how will I want to hear the bad news?

7. And in our daily prayers, don’t forget the people we care for. Pray with them and for them. Adding a layer of faith by asking for spiritual guidance and enlightenment during these difficult times lighten the burden, and buys a cup of hope.

I get the point when patients or their relatives are taken aback when an unlikely diagnosis is heard. After all, no one is ready to look at death straight in the eyes.

Medicine after all provides every day with the possibility of a miracle.

Hippocrates said that

Wherever the art of medicine is loved, there is also a love of humanity.

Incidentally, the patient from the vehicular accident passed away. The family who was poor from the get go now has a mounting debt to settle. The party responsible for the “reckless imprudence” stopped providing funds to the victim.

We need to learn to let go…

because even at the throngs of death, there is dignity…

Love songs always make me cry

They say that music is a piece of art that goes in the ears and straight to the heart.

Music is poetic justice at its finest. It’s a beautiful expression of sadness, loss, beauty, courage, anger, frustration, patriotism, happiness, fear. In all these situations, there is one message it brings – it talks about love.

Of all the ways love is shared music serves as the universal language of understanding the virtue of love.

Music calms my soul and takes me to a place away from my problems and anxieties. It’s therapeutic to the weary heart and soul. It is where we sometimes find an escape from all the worries and cares of the world.

A lullaby. A ballad. Rock. Sonata. Opera. Pop. Soul. Whichever genre we choose, there will always be a song that will be your story.

Music no matter how sad or happy will always bring us home to the miracle and magic of our life journeys.

Sometimes it feels like the lyrics to a song you’re listening to were written just for you.

The song. The lyrics. The melody. The mood. Love songs will always make me cry.

Because in my life, I have lived kindly and loved without regrets.

Changing diapers

As one gets older, one starts to do things in reverse.

When I see babies, I explain to parents that part of the neurodevelopmental assessment is their cephalocaudal growth. Which means that control of motor skills begin from the head first.  Then they turn from side to side, are able to sit with support, sit alone, stand with support, stand alone, walk with support, walk alone, climb and run effortlessly.  Even their brain development is too rapid that you’d miss these milestones at the blink of an eye.

It’s the opposite as one gets older.

Things happen in reverse.  You have difficulty ambulating, standing, and later prefer to lie down. Even the synaptic discharges are far and few.

As one gets older, one starts cutting out people from their lives.  Either because you’ve seen your friends (and relatives) get buried ahead of you, they’ve moved away, or you’ve simply drifted apart.  It becomes painful to attend homecomings because lately, you’re but a handful.

The Christmas season causes anxiety because for many, that Christmas list becomes practically nonexistent.

You take less pictures because those selfies aren’t great shots anymore.  Or that some memories are best kept in your heart and not the iCloud or a photos app.  And instead of looking for love, you dig for it from within your heart.  There are no tears left to shed, because there is nothing to cry over anymore.  The feeling of waking up each day becomes tedious, taxing, and routinary.

Changing diapers from childhood to our senior years and moments is the irony of ageing.

This is the mirror image called LIFE.

Selective mutism

I learned two new words today.

Selective mutism. The American Speech-Language-Hearing Association (ASHA) puts this into perspective:

Some children are shy and do not like to talk to people that they don’t know. They usually start talking when they feel more comfortable.  However, some children will not talk at certain times, no matter what.  This is selective mutism.  It is often frustrating for the child and others.

The DSM V (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders 5th Edition) classify and diagnose social and mental disorder for selective mutism when you notice the following:

  • have an anxiety disorder
  • be very shy
  • be afraid to embarrass themselves in public
  • want to be alone and not talk with friends or others

I am seeing this more frequently in children who are bullied. But bullying into being cowered to the point of being silenced out of fear is not privy to kids alone.

Adults are not included in the DSM V classification for this as a social and mental problem.  And while its disorder is primarily for pediatric patients, hypothetically, the two words encompass what is seen in every walk of society and social class today.  When people refuse to voice out their opinion because are afraid of being bashed or sounded off when they provide personal thoughts on various social issues, “selective mutism” are two words that find relevance during these times.

It’s really difficult when you have to deal with intellectually disabled people who have a lack of GABA (gamma amino butyric acid) in their brains because they think they wear a crown.

We need to speak out, when we should. After all, that quiet voice is still a voice that needs to be heard. When all that silence is broken, it will be louder than you think.

Follow the leader

Yes.  This is an opinion regarding the “rumours” on the health of the President.  Even before he was elected into office, the wagging tongues claimed that “reliable sources revealed” that the president was not “physically fit” for office.

Politics, after all, has no greater friend than envy.

I get that. For someone like him who has practically lived a more laid back political life as Mayor in Davao, the presidency does NOT provide the same “stress” condition as a city official. I don’t think the president even thought that this was going to be a very, very, very difficult job.

For the record, I am not a fan of any president.  I believe that each and every government official – voted or appointed – should serve the public well.  I may be an optimistic fool, but that’s my take.  Every person sitting, breathing, working and living from the money paid by taxpayers, owe the people their unrelenting allegiance to serve the people well. Your accountability is greater.  And because you’re a public official, everyone has the right to call out the inadequacies of those in government.  Those in government should not be onion-skinned about the right of people to voice their opinion on matters that count.  Or on what is real from fake news. Those who follow the leader, should keep an open mind that the world does not revolve around them alone, their political affiliations or their personal agendas.

While we give everyone the “benefit of the doubt” or try to “see the good” in everyone, accountability is an issue that cannot be simply looked at the other way. The truth, after all, is essential to all government officials.

For months on end, there’s been speculation after speculation of the health of the president.  From the colour of his skin, to the way he walks. From the increased girth of the abdomen, to his holding up his right chin.  From those visits to the hospital at the odd hours of the morning, to the unscheduled trips abroad.  People wonder – is he really sick?

Unlike the previous presidents, where a medical bulletin is provided by the attending physicians regarding the health of the president(s), this sitting president leaves all to speculation.  Perhaps for personal reasons, he would rather keep his health issues to himself.  And while we respect that, it so happens that he is, after all, the president of the Republic of the Philippines now.  Where the consequences of his health will definitely affect a nation, the political scenario, and those surrounding him.  Any bad news would make him a lame duck and will definitely shake up the political environment, considering that the rightful constitutional successor, is (A) a woman, (B) a “yellow”, and (C) was bullied beyond recognition by the “boys” in the circle of the president.

It’s “friends” like these who destroy his name that make him feel so alone today.  I am willing to bet that if he reveals his true medical condition, prognosis and all, the political landscape will change overnight.

But this is how politics plays out.  A total circus in every sense of the word.

And there’s no turning back at this political point in his life.  He was duly elected.  Sworn.  And cannot just say, “I quit. I’ve had enough”.

At 73, you’d really wonder what we’d want out of life.  I get the fact that his intentions are pure.  And will continue to give him the benefit of the doubt that he wants to solve the country’s problems.  The dream of a better nation, after all, isn’t his alone.  It’s the dream of 106,512,074 (as of this writing) Filipinos.  And we’re all depending on one man to lead us to the Promised Land.  And that’s a lot of weight to carry.

The issue here is that we can’t all be at the Promised Land.  Like every journey, there will be people who won’t make it with the herd.  There will be squabbles along the way.  There will be those who will get lost because the road was rough and difficult to follow.  But that only happens when there is division in the ranks.  When there are people during the journey that would want take advantage because they want to be there ahead of others.  This journey is not about colour or creed or sex.  It is about a race that has been wanting to have a better life for the longest time.  It is about the people of a nation that wants to move out from the shame of being called “sick man of Asia”.

But it is the role of the President, as head of the herd, to try to make sure that no one is left behind.  That division among its people because of friends and those he owes election debts to is kept to a minimum if not nil.  Mr. President, you owe nothing to anyone.

You see, we are all following the President’s path.   We, the people, are tag-alongs.  Some of us may not be as close up front as to where the President is.  There are those that are just a “selfie” away from him. Critics will need to understand where the question of the health of the president is coming from.  It is because the current living and economic conditions have become more difficult to bear for every ordinary Juan. Those who are lugging behind, would want to have a quick peak at the leader of the pack.  Asking, where on Earth are we headed for?

And that’s the reason for asking about his health.  We get that.  Everyone gets sick. We all will die eventually.  The leader of the pack must show transparency.  There is no shame in saying whether you are sick or not.  After all, with modern medicine, every disease has better prognosis nowadays.  And when truth is revealed, people tend to be more understanding and sympathetic. It puts all speculations to rest.

At 73, he’s lived a great life.  Family.  Friends.  An industrious city built from scratch.  He has a lot to be proud of.  When health lets you know that it’s time to slow down, it’s a sign.  To reflect on who and what matters most in life.  Regrets are only for fools.  Remember, it’s not only your family that worries about you. In reality, 106 million Filipinos are banking on you to leave them with a better Philippines. That’s the political agenda every President should be committed to. No more. No less.

It is time to show that the administration takes more effort an leaving a legacy worth remembering.

Especially for the last, the least, and the lost.

Hubris syndrome

In 2009, Lord David Owen, a British parliamentarian who served as foreign secretary published an article, co-authored with Dr. Jonathan Davidson in Brain, “Hubris Syndrome:  An acquired personality disorder? A study of US Presidents and UK Prime Ministers over the last 100 years.

Hubris syndrome is a disorder of the possession of power, particularly power which has been associated with overwhelming success, held for a period of years and minimal constraint on the leader.

Yes, there is a leadership personality disorder. And it is called Hubris Syndrome.

The 14 symptoms of this disorder are:

  • narcissistic propensity to see their world primarily as an arena in which to exercise power and seek glory
  • predisposition to take actions which seem likely to cast the individual in a good light (i.e., in order to enhance image)
  • disproportionate concern with image and presentation
  • messianic manner of talking about current activities and a tendency to exaltation
  • identification with the nation, or organisation to the extent that the individual regards his/her outlook and interests as identical
  • tendency to speak in the third person or use the royal “we”
  • excessive confidence in the individual’s own judgement and content for the advice or criticism of others
  • exaggerated self-belief, bordering on a sense of omnipotence, in what they personally can achieve
  • a belief rather than being accountable to the mundane court of colleagues or public opinion, the court to which they answer is History or God
  • An unshakeable belief that in that court they will be vindicated
  • Loss of contact with reality; often associated with progressive isolation
  • restlessness, recklessness and impulsiveness
  • A tendency to allow their “broad vision”, about the moral rectitude of a proposed course, to obviate the need to consider practicality, cost or outcomes
  • hubristic incompétence, where things go wrong because too much self-confidence has led the leader not to worry about the nuts and bolts of policy

This was an interesting study where Hubris Syndrome was noted with President George W. Bush and observed a history of alcohol-related problems as related illness.  Bush demonstrated hubristic traits.  British prime ministers David Lloyd George, Neville Chamberlain, Margaret Thatcher and Tony Blair fitted the criteria for Hubris syndrome.

Interestingly, the “comorbidity of narcissistic personality disorder, and perhaps hubris syndrome, with other personality disorders such as histrionic, borderline and sociopathic disorders presented a real problem…If hubris syndrome, or traits of hubris run in families, this would tend to support the existence of the syndrome, or point to possible comorbidity associations. ”

The paper goes on to pointing out that

Because a political leader intoxicated by power can have devastating effects on many people, there is a particular need to create a climate of opinion that political leaders should be held more accountable for their actions.

Hubris syndrome in politicians is a greater threat than conventional illness to the quality of their leadership and the proper government of our world.

Qualities protective against disproportionate hubris, like humour and cynicism are worth mentioning.  But nothing can replace the need for self-control, the preservation of modesty while in power, the ability to be laughed at, and the ability to listen to those who are in a position to advice.

At a time when we are seeing a rise in the populist rulers, it is a good reflection to step back a bit and consider the merits of the study of Owen and Davidson.  After all, as early as 1964, RE Neustadt has argued that a “governed people’s view of a leader’s effectiveness is typically determined by what is happening to them during the leader’s term of office.”

Hubris syndrome is not something that we see in government alone.  It encompasses even the field of academics or business.  From the whiteboard to the board room.  This personality disorder can afflict everyone who has had a taste of power but has not been able to recognise and manage their hubris well.

The history of madness is the history of power.  Because it imagines power, madness is both impotence and omnipotence.  It requires power to control it.  Threatening the normal structures of authority, insanity is engaged in an endless dialogue – a monomaniacal monologue sometimes – about power.

– Roy Porter, “A Social History of Madness: Stories of the Insane”, Weidenfield & Nicholson, p. 39, 1987

Aristotle couldn’t have summed up better the outcome of hubris.

“Storms make trees take deeper roots”

We often underestimate our abilities, simply because we’re used to being undermined.  We’re afraid of exploring of what’s in store in our lives because more often than not, we’ve settled into our comfort zone.

Dolly Parton once said, that “storms make trees take deeper roots“.

I’ve had friends that have asked me about making career changes.  Interestingly, of all the professions, the health and medical profession is the most resilient.  That’s because a lot of doctors (nurses, pharmacists, medical technologists, etc) go into this field because of their “calling”.  Unlike other professional journeys, those in health care and its allied specialties are “dedicated” servants to their careers. Of the health professionals, being a doctor is perhaps the most difficult and challenging.  And I’m not talking about the tests and costs to becoming one here.

Few career paths require such relentless resolve and commitment as the path to becoming a doctor. I am sure that the thousands of doctors out there have their own stories to share.  Some memorable and fulfilling, others tragic and disappointing.  Like everyone else, doctors have feelings.  As a matter of fact, I think that it’s one of the most (if not the most) stressful professions.  Ever.

Being a physician is like tiptoeing on eggshells.  It’s not everyday that you get run of the mill cases where it’s only a cough or cold that needs water and bed rest in order to get better.  It’s usually the cases of having to decide on life and death, on having to tell the patient or their relatives the bad news, of having to grieve with patients rather than celebrating life – that make the profession challenging to hold on to.  The younger ones are usually burned out early.  The older ones would prefer to retire.

Ironically, while there is distinction in being a physician in the Philippines, there are challenges in the daily grind. Multitasking is the norm.  There’s the select few who mix teaching with a little bit of practicing the profession.  They join the academe while dedicating a few select hours to healing.  The second class are those who mix corporate life with an even thinner (or no) practice.  These are the captains of the industry who manage to sneak in a few patients after office hours.  Some of them give up their clinical profession and eventually stay in the corporate world. The third group are those who are full time government employees but engage in private practice if and when they can (usually after office hours or on weekends).  The fourth group are the entrepreneurs who squeeze in personal business trade with their clinical practice.  They usually personally own the business and are able to balance their (other) dream job with their practice.  Finally, there’s the full time practitioner.  He/she hops from one clinic (or hospital) to another (braving the horrendous traffic of the metro) from the break of dawn to dusk is their way of life.

Each of these categories have their pros and cons. The reason for multitasking range from financial remuneration to a personal satisfaction of being able to fulfill one’s passion (academics, research, corporate, business, governance).  The bottomline is, we spread ourselves too thin.

Too busy that we’re not mindful of our daily activities and end up being caught by the burden of doing things for others. Forgetting to be kind to ourselves in the process is not the kind of existence we signed up for, just because we are doctors. We cannot heal others when we are not strong.

You see my friends, we are like trees.  Nature (or life) creates storms to test our resilience every now and then.  Sometimes the storms come one after another testing how strong our roots are.  Other times, and hopefully more often, there are good days – allowing our roots to dig deeper and become more resilient as we prepare for the storms of our professional lives.

Even sad birds sing

Everyone’s life has a story.

It begins the day we’re born. More often than not, it’s the most joyous occasion to our parents.

Childhood are usually the best years of ones life. Carefree. Dependent. Wanting. Until we’re ready for school. And that’s when the first chapter begins.

School isn’t what it used to be. These days, you see the kids taking on so much assignments that you’d think your 4th grade son is taking a Master’s degree. You can hardly talk to them anymore. Maybe because we’re also too busy chasing our future or providing a roof over everyone’s head. Whatever the circumstances are, it’s not difficult to observe that a dysfunctional family has become a norm rather than an exception to the rule.

It’s because “life’s like that”.

But it isn’t.

Because there are pitstops in every journey of our life. Time to reflect o how we have lived, loved, laughed, cried. Being there for one another, not only during celebrations and victories, but during disappointments and sorrows will always be part of our stories.

Notice how quickly time has passed us by. How our children have quickly grown. How it’s impossible to turn back the hands of time. How many “what if’s” we’ve regretted.

Like autumn’s colors, our days take on a different hue. We wilt. We prepare for the cold of winter. Alone. Dreary.

For many of us, autumn is the second to our final pit stop in life. Nothing is too late. To live. To love. To laugh. To cry. To change. Because as long as we live, no dream is too late to change. No reconciliations too late to amend.

Only we can write the final chapter on how this story ends.

For even sad birds sing…

The beauty in kindness

One word that is so wanting nowadays.

Kindness is more than deeds. It is an attitude. An expression. A look. A touch. It is anything that lifts another person.

I’m writing this as an observation at the random posts we’ve shared in the last 30 days. There’s too much gore and hate and dislikes being pushed around. It’s like a doomsday prophecy. Sad. Dark. Bitter.

While I agree that social media has bordered to the point of irritation because people use it as a tool to peddle lies and fake news, we only worsen it by sharing it. It stirs the inner anger among us. It confuses our priorities and misdirects what we need to focus on. While it is true that we need to educate the misguided lot, sometimes not minding them at all is all it takes to put out the fire.

The beauty in kindness is found in each of us. No matter how dark our past or how difficult life is. There are stories of small, yet significant, victories in the world. The laughter and joy of life. The way life should be lived seeing rainbows after the worst storm.

We need to teach one another that sharing stories of love and kindness inspires us to be better human beings in an unkind world.

We can only conquer evil by doing good. And kindness repaid for the wrong that has been done melts even the hardened of hearts.

For beauty, after all is in the eyes of the beholder.