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depression bites

Could this baby have autism?

Babies are precious. But antidepressants aren't evil. *

Did you know that antidepressants cause autism? Well, no one else did either—until today.

All the major news outlets are screaming about a new study which claims that autism and antidepressant use are linked. The extremely small study, which examined fewer than 300 autistic kids, found that their mothers were more than twice as likely as mothers with “healthy” children to have taken antidepressants.

Now, keep in mind that even the lead researcher is urging caution.

Time Magazine reports: “Lisa Croen, Ph.D., the director of autism research at Kaiser Permanente Northern California, a large nonprofit health plan based in Oakland, emphasizes the preliminary nature of her team’s findings. “This is the first study of its kind to look at the association, and the findings have to be interpreted with a lot of caution,” she says. “We can’t detect causality from one study.’”

But what do you think mothers dealing with depression are going to do with these accusatory headlines? Especially when they’re coupled with  statements  like this one from Fox News? “Results indicated a doubling in risk of autism if the mother filled a prescription for antidepressants at any point in the year before delivery.”

A lot of them are going to freak the hell out, that’s what.

A person dealing with depression often isn’t feeling too terribly rational. Most of us are already playing the blame game—feeling guilty for being depressed in the first place, and wishing we weren’t such a burden on everyone around us.

So, how big of a leap do you think it would be for a woman in that condition to decide that her antidepressant use is almost certainly dooming her unborn child to a life spent battling autism? And from there to further decide that she has to throw her pills out the window or spend the rest of eternity in Bad Mommy Hell?

All this despite the fact that we have incontrovertible proof that untreated depression during pregnancy poses serious risks to both mom and baby—risks that can also lead to developmental problems.

My point?

The media is doing both pregnant women and children a disservice by jumping to conclusions so quickly. Maybe antidepressants do aid in the development of autism. Or maybe those babies developed autism because of environmental factors having nothing to do with the antidepressant use. It’s going to take more than a small study of 298 children to decide.

Can we please approach this with a tiny bit of caution? Lives—both big and small—may be at stake, after all.

*Photo courtesy of Bradley P. Johnson.

 

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Have You Used Your Voice Lately?

by Amber on June 12, 2011

Let’s face it. Blogging is a rather narcissistic pastime. We put our words out there every day, assuming others will find our lives as fascinating as we do (and leave us comments to tell us so).

But blogging can be much more than that. It can be a way to connect. A way to reach out. A way to embrace strangers and help them feel less alone.

A hand reaching out (http://www.flickr.com/photos/mnsc/2768392379/sizes/m/in/photostream/)

Photo courtesy of MNSC (http://bit.ly/jfgcv0)

A few weeks ago, I wrote a post about depression. A post I agonized over more than most. I’m not sure why—it wasn’t the first time I wrote about it. But as my audience grows bigger, the risks of exposing myself also grow. After all, I’m not hiding behind a pseudonym here. I am indeed Amber Page, and lordy am I google-able.

So I posted it, took it down, and (after a long talk with myself), put it back up. It made me uncomfortable to do so, but something in me told me it was the right thing to do.

A few days later, I got an email. From a stranger. A stranger who was experiencing many of the same symptoms I had, and who was having just as much trouble getting the help she needs. She asked me for advice.

I was floored. I mean who am I to try and help others? Not a doctor, or even a nurse. Just a blogger who spills her guts to the internet and hopes it never comes back to bite her in the ass.

But she didn’t need medical advice. She just needed someone who understood. Who would listen and tell her she wasn’t crazy. And that she was right to think her doctors were missing the boat. She needed someone to tell her she wasn’t (isn’t) alone.

I got the profound honor of being that person.

We emailed back and forth a few times. I gave her a little advice, a lot of pep talks and a great big virtual hug.

I haven’t heard from her since—and that’s okay. It’s enough to know that I helped (even if it was just a little bit). That my words made a difference to someone. That by speaking up, by putting myself out there, I helped someone else feel less alone.

That’s what it’s all about, people.

So the next time you’re about to hit publish on a post that scares you? That makes you feel vulnerable and exposed? Just close your eyes and do it.

Our words have power. Use it for good.

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Who You Calling Crazy?

May 18, 2011
Amber Page, Depression Survivor

I took this down because people around me told me that future employers might hold this information against me. But then I realized…that’s exactly the kind of attitude this campaign seeks to erase. So here it is again. I suffer from depression. I have for more years than I can count. I spent far too [...]

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The Best Christmas Present Ever.

December 24, 2010

It was my favorite time of the year. Christmas carols filled the airwaves, the smells of baking cookies filled the air and laughter filled the eyes of everyone around me. But although I could see the holiday lights sparkling, nothing lifted the darkness that cloaked my soul. Depression had wrested control from me, taking the [...]

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