Weekends at Bellevue

Weekends at Bellevue Books

Weekends at Bellevue

  • ISBN13: 9780553807660
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Product Description
Julie Holland plotting she knew what crazy was.
Then she came to Bellevue.

New York City’s Bellevue Sickbay, the oldest broadcast sickbay in the United States, has a tradition of “serving the underserved” that dates back to 1736. For nine hectic years, Dr. Holland was the weekend physician in payment of Bellevue’s psychiatric emergency room, a one-woman front line charged with assessing and treating some of the city’s most vulnerable and troubled citizens, its forgotten and desolate—and its criminally insane. Deciding who gets locked up and who gets talked down would be an awesome responsibility for most people. For Julie Holland, it was just another day at the office.

In an absorbing memoir laced with humor, Holland provides an unvarnished look at life in the psych ER, recounting tales from her vast case files that are alternately terrifying, tragically comic, and profoundly tender: the serial killer, the naked man barking like a dog in Times Square, the schizophrenic begging for an injection of club soda to silent the voices in his head, the subway conductor who watched a young woman hard-pressed into the path of his train. As Holland comes to know, the degree to which someone can lose his or her mind is infinite, and each patient’s pain leaves a mark on her as well—as does the cancer battle of a fellow doctor who is both her best supporter and her most trusted mentor.

Writing with uncommon candor about her life both surrounded by and outside the sickbay—her professional struggles, private relationships, and the therapy sessions that help her crack the hard shell she’s formed to keep the pain at bay—Holland supplies not only a page-turner with all the quick-paced nearness of a TV medical drama but also a fascinating glimpse into the inner lives of doctors who struggle to maintain perspective in a world where sanity is in the eye of the beholder.Amazon.com Review
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Weekends at Bellevue No one is immune from mental illness. After working at New York City’s Bellevue Sickbay for nine years, as the psychiatrist in payment of admissions at the psych E.R. on Saturday and Sunday nights, I came away knowing this for sure. Over the years, I admitted heiresses and art dealers, altar boys and college students, homecoming queens, studio executives, bankers, lawyers, correction officers, and the list goes on. No matter who you are, what you do for a living, how much money you have in the bank, or how often you go to church, circumstances can transpire that will result in you to Bellevue. This is one of the toughest lessons for our patients to learn.

My years at Bellevue taught me many things, life lessons I may possibly never have hoped to receive elsewhere, but the main take-home thought was this: revere your sanity, for it can be lost in the blink of an eye. Sometimes I saw the same patients repeatedly, alcoholics and addicts who were hitting bottom in fixed cycles, showing up when their funds ran out. Other times, but, I met patients with no psychiatric history, who finished up at Bellevue when a terrible break-up led to a suicide attempt, or a mutual cigarette at a bar led to a PCP-induced psychosis. There are so many ways in which a life can suddenly unravel, and many of my patients may possibly specify just when that ongoing to happen for them–whether it was joining the army, leaving home for college, or living through the death of their child.

Many of the people I encountered at Bellevue tried strenuously to convince me that they did not belong there. Or vice versa. A huge part of my job was learning how to separate the genuinely messed up from the fakers (some people really sought after to be admitted to Bellevue, if only for the promise of a clean bed and three meals a day), and to identify the people who had been misunderstood, misdiagnosed, who weren’t mentally ill at all. After a few years of Bellevue experiences below my belt, I developed a sixth sense for what real crazy looked like, sounded like, and yes, smelled like. One night a young man was brought in to the E.R. because he was found on a street corner preaching to passersby to give up their worldly possessions. I knew enough to listen and wait, and not rush to judgment, even though it might have seemed a no-brainer to admit him. Once I was able to draw him out, I learned that he had taken psychedelic mushrooms and then spent time in a Chelsea art gallery known as COSM, which I myself had been to and knew to be an intense, inspirational and potentially overwhelming experience, something that might well unhinge a person on mind-altering drugs. I spoke with him gently as his trip slowly ebbed, helping him to navigate his re-entry in the city sickbay where he had landed with no money or identification. He stayed in touch with me for months afterwards, grateful that I was there to protect him when he soared–but briefly–beyond the boundaries of normal behavior.

There is a diaphanous membrane between sane and insane. It is the flimsiest of barriers, and because any one of us can break through at any time, it terrifies us, causing us to turn our backs on those who remind us of this awkward reality. But spending so much time with people who marched out of the lockstep of sanity has made me less forgiving of the way the mentally ill are ostracized and shunned. We owe them something better. And we should remember that the barrier separating “them” from “us” is not near as secure as we might reckon.–Julie Holland

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