until I was thirteen—I was the tallest in my class. But as my voice deepened, I stopped
growing and any coordination I might have had disintegrated. As far as
I could tell, I had no visible talents. I had missed out on the genes
for memory and rhythm. I was tone deaf. I could not draw. And though
the term was not popular back then, I was (and am) dyslexic.
In spite of these drawbacks, I spent many happy hours designing
front-engine cars, repairing the neighbors’ televisions, and—for
a short but bloody few weeks—dissecting the rabbits caught eating
our raspberry plants. The taste for killing passed almost immediately,
but not the taste for inspecting the component parts of organisms and
machines. During my school years, I struck bargains with several lab
partners willing to do the killing if I would do the dissecting.
Around the same time, the discovery of Lloyd Castle Douglas’s Doctor
Hudson’s Secret Journal combined with an uneasy adolescence to
produce an enduring fascination with the brain. My head, limbs, and
emotions had apparently lost all connection. Testosterone ruled, and I
needed to know why. Yet even at thirteen, Douglas’s divide between
mind and brain struck me as pragmatic but not terribly interesting,
with the result that his neurosurgeon hero gripped my imagination more
spiritually than scientifically.
I began reading everything I could about psychology. Almost all the
books in the local library dated from the nineteenth century. The
words went through my eyes slowly and confusedly. Still I persevered.
I read about Mesmerism, hypnotism, and Freud. Skinner was just
beginning to filter down to the public, but the approach seemed
simplistic. I found the popular Fifty-Minute Hour intriguing,
but not the way I saw my future. My interest was piqued, but I
concluded that psychodynamics—psychiatry’s enchantment at the
time—had become overextended in its effort to explain all of
humanity. I found the tales of heavy-handed Freudianism emanating from
the University of Chicago’s Orthogenic School disturbing (although I
later met a graduate who had benefited dramatically from his stay
there). At any rate, sitting passive and still has never been my
strong suit. Some attention deficit disorder is mixed in with my
dyslexia.
In my late teens I read about the reticular activating system and
slightly later about REM sleep’s connection to dreams. When it came
time for college I chose the University of Michigan because of its
size. I figured that I could manage the multiple-choice exams then
used to test classes of a thousand or more students at a time.
Unfortunately, Michigan had just started an honors program, and I
was encouraged to join. To my chagrin classes were small and essays
were required. I managed to thread a painful course through this
minefield for two years, but the time was coming when I was to be
judged solely on my non-existent writing skills.
Ironically, it was the competitive Johns Hopkins School of Medicine
that came to my rescue. I applied for the school’s new medical
program for students with only two years of college and the next Fall
was off to Baltimore. To reduce medical students’ temptation to cut
their own—and each other’s—throats, Hopkins did not reveal
our grades unless major remedial attention was needed. To this day,
among a backdrop of students who were universally able and mature, I
am not sure whether or not they knew that I could not spell,
punctuate, or produce even half-literate compositions.
After internship, and a residency in psychiatry at Harvard’s
Massachusetts Mental Health Center (a real torture, endured amidst the
most literate and verbal group of people I have ever known), I made my
way to the National Institutes of Health, where I have had the great
fortune to spend my professional career. I have always thought that
one of our chief goals at the NIH is to take on challenges that
others, hemmed in by grant requirements and promotion committees,
cannot. The NIH is also the best place in the world for those of us
who have never given up Tinker Toys.
During my career I have focused on schizophrenia, which—though
little understood—continues to cause untold suffering lifelong. My
investigation into the course and roots of schizophrenia led me into
research on sleep and imaging, psychopharmacology, biochemistry,
neuroplasticity, economics, and epidemiology.
Which brings us to the topic of "Neuroleptics and the natural
course of schizophrenia," (Schizophrenia Bulletin
17[2]: 325-51, 1991). Ten years ago, most psychopharmacologic texts
stated that neuroleptics or antipsychotic medications never cure
schizophrenia. For unlike the foreign invaders responsible for most
infections that can be knocked out with a magic bullet, schizophrenia
was seen as a chronic disease that follows an immutable course.
Yet as a clinician I had seen a few patients who—treated very
early in their illness—went on for many years thereafter without
further symptoms. It is of course impossible to be sure if, without
intervention, these individuals would have gone on to become
schizophrenic. But if the effect was supported by more than anecdotal
data, the stakes were high enough to justify testing the notion more
formally.
The article "Neuroleptics and the natural course of
schizophrenia" grew out of my search for evidence that early
intervention can change the course of schizophrenia. With some digging
I found about twenty studies—none of them designed for the purpose—whose
data could be reanalyzed to test this hypothesis.
Could antipsychotic medication given early decrease the long-term
morbidity—and even reduce the incidence of schizophrenia? I
concluded that a number of studies could be interpreted as pointing in
a positive direction. And a number of publications since 1991,
although not always citing statistically significant results, point in
the same direction. No studies indicate that early intervention makes
schizophrenia worse. But the unevenness of the results indicates that
the effect in any case is relatively weak.
Several years ago researchers in many parts of the world began
designing studies to test whether or not early intervention reduces
long-term morbidity. These studies should begin to provide answers to
a number of related questions. What kind of patients benefit from
early intervention, if in fact there are such patients? At what point
can at-risk individuals be identified? Just how much benefit can be
expected? What are the treatment requirements needed to gain a
benefit? What are the economic and other costs of early intervention—including
potential stigmatization and treatment side effects? And even if
chronicity cannot be lessened, can early intervention lower the risk
of suicide, substance abuse, and other problems that develop early on
in the disease? I believe that early intervention will almost
certainly convey sufficient benefit in these latter areas to force a
change in public health practices.
The conclusion that early intervention with antipsychotic
medications decreases long-term morbidity would also give rise to a
host of new ethical dilemmas. When does one stop treating patients who
have had good responses to treatment? Can placebos be justified in
clinical trials? How do possible benefits from early intervention
affect issues of informed consent by patients and families
participating in scientific studies? What should we tell patients and
their families, who should tell them, and how should they be told? How
can we make sure that patients and families understand what we are
telling them?
There is an assumption that if early intervention does change the
course of schizophrenia for some patients, it does so by altering some
mechanism in the brain. If this is correct, what is the result of
provocative stimulation of individuals with schizophrenia or who are
pre-schizophrenic? Such studies are often designed to stimulate some
aspect of schizophrenia briefly in order to understand vulnerability
better, or the basic processes that take place during psychosis. Does
such stimulation—which has been used a great deal in psychiatric
research—itself produce changes in the brain similar to the putative
changes produced by the illness?
Throughout my career I have never expected to understand
schizophrenia. But it is my hope and belief that investigations into
early intervention’s effect on the course of schizophrenia will
sharpen our thinking about ethical dilemmas such as these and may help
a few people cope with the disease’s terrible effects.
Richard Jed Wyatt, MD
Chief, Neuropsychiatry Branch
NIMH-NIH
Bethesda MD USA