This short story exposes some of the difficulties in relying on our health care system for the correction of psychological disorders, in this case claustrophobia and its related anxiety and panic. It does so by relating one person’s unsuccessful journey to find a treatment. More
The pursuit of a remedy for a physical injury or disability is usually straight forward. The injury is a visible and quantifiable thing that many times suggests its own solution. Psychological disorders present a more difficult problem. The manifestation of the disorder is invisible, usually within the patient’s brain. As such, it is much more difficult to diagnose and treat and much harder for the patient to contend with.
At the time one needs a clear mind to function and make decisions, the affliction itself interferes with that process. My anxiety and panic were such instances triggered by a bout of claustrophobia. This story does not propose solutions, but by recounting my unsuccessful attempts at seeking treatment, it is hoped that the medical professions can improve the dispensing of care for this debilitating disorder. Furthermore, it might give some insight to others similarly afflicted on how to contend with their own disability.
Joseph Badame is a retired architect living in New Jersey. He is spending his remaining years working on projects to honor his late wife who was a master teacher. This book is one of his endeavors to pay tribute to her memory.