well, i suppose i should thank julie holland for reinforcing yet again why i think psychotherapy is better than psychiatry at least in terms of wherewell, i suppose i should thank julie holland for reinforcing yet again why i think psychotherapy is better than psychiatry at least in terms of where i want to be and what i want to be doing with my life.
this is a woman that loves to push pills. don't get me wrong, i am certainly not against psychopharmocology. but three days a week in private practice, dr. holland has 20-30 minute sessions where she convinces people to go on psychiatric meds, and then lets them go. she is dismissive of psychotherapy (despite the fact that we hear oh so much about her and mary, her own therapist for three years) and while i certainly agree that some diagnoses (bi-polar, schizophrenia) warrant a drug regimen almost without thought, i do not agree that the worried well she treats in her private practice necessarily need all the prozac, paxil and lamictal they can withstand. i am sure she's charging somewhere between $350 and $450 for it, as well. sure, julie, you can start to "dig deep" with these patients now that you've quit bellevue. sure.
even her assessments leave something to be desired - she rarely sees the complicated patients, giving those instead to the resident. instead she focuses on the "T&R"'s - where her job is basically to decide if the person is suicidal or not - in the briefest of terms. i understand that her job puts demands and limits on what she can do in the ER. but i still think you can do that and be compassionate. besides, you don't even have time to get through ANY of the standardized assessments, much less motives, in the time she gives to these patients. i'd like to see her try to give a hamilton depression inventory while watching tv because her patient is "boring".
she is so arrogant, "butch" and basically condescending toward all her patients that it makes me sad.
clearly, holland has issues with loss. when her best friend becomes sick, she withdraws and leaves her to deal with the knowledge of her death alone (all the while resenting daniel, the one doctor that doesn't ignore lucy's illness and works along side her), when 9/11 hits, she hides in a bath tub with her daughter upstate and doesn't come in (everyone deals with trauma like this differently, i know, but dang, it was her job), and mostly she sees the world as revolving around her and everyone only in reference to her. who cares what daniel was going through? who cared really about lucy's daily struggle with her illness and her fears? who even really cared about the patients in handcuffs in the middle of the night in a locked ward while dr. holland taunted them, holding all the keys to the castle?
i found a lot of what dr. holland did, said and thought morally reprehensible. especially when she admits that she lied to a patient about what meds she was giving him, and got the medical student in it, and got her lying too. i mean, what the hell? i get that the end justify the means sometimes. i do. i really, really do. but she manages to trivialize everything that these people are suffering through.
this was no step forward for mental illness. and that makes me quite disappointed. but maybe if i just get myself some psychotropic meds, i'll get over it! ...more
i don't know why, but i expected more from this book. i mean, i guess that i shouldn't have expected that much, but i wanted more! that said, there isi don't know why, but i expected more from this book. i mean, i guess that i shouldn't have expected that much, but i wanted more! that said, there is a lot here.
it's a kind of no-holds-barred look at janice's life. she doesn't hide things, though i have liked more of the decisions she's made to do things like plastic surgery, etc. than her sexual encounters with sylvester stallone.
and more pictures! i wanted more pictures.
it was a fun easy read. i realize now why she's so angry all the time. why she has a reason to be a bitch. i mean, she definitely has had a hard life. it was kind of refreshing to read about her history with drugs, alcohol and sex in such a frank and open manner. ...more
it's well written, doesn't skirt around any issue or topic. Kerry Cohen fully acknowledges where she made stso the addiction here is sex. (kind of.)
it's well written, doesn't skirt around any issue or topic. Kerry Cohen fully acknowledges where she made stupid decisions, where she might have made changes but didn't.
however, i thought it was too short for so big a topic - promiscuity is so kind of taboo for women that i wished she had said more. not about her dalliances - there was enough about that. but about what was also wrong with the men she was choosing and why, and more importantly, how she got from where she was to being married with 2 kids. (i really felt like that happened over the course of about ten pages.)
the outline is there - she got the same fulfillment from writing as she did when she was with men. but i can't imagine that she didn't face rejection from the writing world - the picture she paints is one of success after success after success, with tons of things getting published. there HAD to be a rejection in there somewhere. and how did she deal with that, in comparison to how she dealt with men?
i just think it had a lot more potential, and i wish there was more of it, because what there is is very good. it's written excellently, and what seems like very honestly, which i always appreciate in this genre. ...more
i read this in hardback, when it first came out. i picked it up because i was so intrigued by the cover.
then came the paperback, and then came oprah,i read this in hardback, when it first came out. i picked it up because i was so intrigued by the cover.
then came the paperback, and then came oprah, and we all know the rest. it's too bad, because the writing style is very interesting and i really enjoyed the book itself. in fact, i really, really liked it - so much that i bought My Friend Leonard as soon as it came out (again, in hardback). blah.
the only thing that pisses me off about him and the book is the fact that he has kind of made it hard for every memoir writer out there. i mean, it's always easy to embellish the truth, but as a memoirist, you are supposed to stay true. of course, memories are fluid and people always forget and remember things differently, but frey admitted to blatantly making up stories. unfortunately, it dampens all the other really quality memoirs out there, and it depresses a really good work of fiction. ...more
one of the best memoirs on alcoholism in young people out there. (the only book i've read that i think tops it is Drinking: A Love Story but she's muone of the best memoirs on alcoholism in young people out there. (the only book i've read that i think tops it is Drinking: A Love Story but she's much older.)
it starts innocuously enough, in college really, and then spirals out of control. she talks about her first memory of the first drink she took - some southern comfort hidden in her friend's house. the friendship fell apart - her love for the taste of alcohol didn't.
i think the book's strengths lie in its honesty (she is not afraid to tell the stories that make her sound like a bloody idiot) but also in the fact that she is a very strong, clear writer. you understand what alcohol did for her, and why she kept hitting the bottle, and why that's what the focus of her life became. and i think, importantly for me at least, i understood why i could never really be a true alcoholic - everyone knows i love my alcohol, but i don't truly love it, in the way that she and caroline knapp do. there is a level that goes beyond drinking, and i think something that is almost unique to alcoholics, where you never really despise the "drug" - you love it. (as you hit the point where you go into recovery, this changes - maybe - because a lot of AA people still talk about how they dream about those drinks they are missing.) it IS a love story, as weird as that sounds.
but this book has its strength in its appeal to young audiences, to college kids that might be susceptible without knowing, and because she ends up really, really far gone before she stops. and the author does not fall into the typical "victim" profile - she admits her own role, she takes the needed steps. i quite enjoyed it, and highly recommend it....more
DON'T FEED HER DRUG HABIT! this is another indulgence memoir that give memiors a bad name. she describes how she finished her earlier book, bitch, byDON'T FEED HER DRUG HABIT! this is another indulgence memoir that give memiors a bad name. she describes how she finished her earlier book, bitch, by getting high first on ritalin, and then on coke. she never takes responsibility for anything, she blames the world and not herself, and I HATE HER....more