Gabor Maté - In the Realm of Hungry Ghosts - Close Encounters with Addiction

CONTENTS

Title Page

Dedication

Epigraph

Author’s Note

Hungry Ghosts: The Realm of Addiction

PART I: HELLBOUND TRAIN

1. The Only Home He’s Ever Had

2. The Lethal Hold of Drugs

3. The Keys of Paradise

4. You Wouldn’t Believe My Life Story

5. Angela’s Grandfather

6. Pregnancy Journal

7. Beethoven’s Birth Room

8. There’s Got to Be Some Light

PART II: PHYSICIAN, HEAL THYSELF

9. Takes One to Know One

10. Twelve-Step Journal

PART III: A DIFFERENT STATE OF THE BRAIN

11. What Is Addiction?

12. From Vietnam to “Rat Park”

13. A Different State of the Brain

14. Through a Needle, a Warm Soft Hug

15. Cocaine, Dopamine and Candy Bars

16. Like a Child Not Released

PART IV: HOW THE ADDICTED BRAIN DEVELOPS

17. Their Brains Never Had a Chance

18. Trauma, Stress and the Biology of Addiction

19. It’s Not in the Genes

PART V: THE ADDICTION PROCESS AND THE ADDICTIVE PERSONALITY

20. “A Void I’ll Do Anything to Avoid”

21. Too Much Time on External Things

22. Poor Substitutes for Love

PART VI: IMAGINING A HUMANE REALITY: BEYOND THE WAR ON DRUGS

23. Dislocation and the Social Roots of Addiction

24. Know Thine Enemy

25. A Failed War

26. Freedom of Choice and the Choice of Freedom

27. Imagining an Enlightened Social Policy on Drugs

28. A Necessary Small Step: Harm Reduction

PART VII: THE ECOLOGY OF HEALING

29. The Power of Compassionate Curiosity

30. The Internal Climate

31. The Four Steps, Plus One

32. Sobriety and the External Milieu

33. A Word to Families, Friends and Caregivers

34. There Is Nothing Lost

Memories and Miracles: An Epilogue

Postscript

APPENDICES

I: Adoption and Twin Study Fallacies

II: A Close Link: Attention Deficit Disorder and Addiction

III: The Prevention of Addiction

IV: The Twelve Steps

Endnotes

Acknowledgments

Permissions

About the Author

Praise for In the Realm of Hungry Ghosts

Copyright

To beloved Rae, my wife and dearest friend, who has lived these

pages with me for forty years through thick and thin, for better or

worse, and always for the best.

What is addiction, really? It is a sign, a signal, a symptom of distress. It is a language that tells us about a plight that must be understood.

ALICE MILLER

Breaking Down the Wall of Silence

In the search for truth human beings take two steps forward and one step back. Suffering, mistakes and weariness of life thrust them back, but the thirst for truth and stubborn will drive them forward. And who knows? Perhaps they will reach the real truth at last.

ANTON CHEKHOV

The Duel

AUTHOR’S NOTE

The persons, quotes, case examples and life histories in this book are all authentic; no embellishing details have been added and no “composite” characters have been created. To protect privacy, pseudonyms are used for All my patients, except for two people who directly requested to be named. In two other cases I have provided disguised physical descriptions, again in the interests of privacy.

Permission has been received from the persons whose lives are laid bare here: they have in all cases read the material pertinent to them. Similarly, prior permission and final approval was granted by the subjects whose photographs appear in these pages.

All scientific research quoted is fully referenced for each chapter in the Endnote section, but there was no space to list all the other journal articles that were consulted in the preparation of this manuscript. Professionals—indeed, any readers—are welcome to contact me for further information. I may be reached through my website: www.drgabormate.com. I welcome all comments but cannot respond to requests for specific medical advice.

Finally, a note regarding the photo portraits that accompany the text. Humbling as it is for a writer to accept that a picture is worth a thousand words, there may be no better proof of that dictum than the remarkable photographs contributed to this volume by Rod Preston. Having worked in the Downtown Eastside, Rod knows the people I’ve written about well and his camera has captured their experience with accuracy and feeling. His website is www.rodpreston.com.

Hungry Ghosts: The Realm of Addiction

Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Julius Caesar

The mandala, the Buddhist Wheel of Life, revolves through six realms. Each realm is populated by characters representing aspects of human existence—our various ways of being. In the Beast Realm we are driven by basic survival instincts and appetites such as physical hunger and sexuality, what Freud called the id. The denizens of the Hell Realm are trapped in states of unbearable rage and anxiety. In the God Realm we transcend our troubles and our egos through sensual, aesthetic or religious experience, but only temporarily and in ignorance of spiritual truth. Even this enviable state is tinged with loss and suffering.

The inhabitants of the Hungry Ghost Realm are depicted as creatures with scrawny necks, small mouths, emaciated limbs and large, bloated, empty bellies. This is the domain of addiction, where we constantly seek something outside ourselves to curb an insatiable yearning for relief or fulfillment. The aching emptiness is perpetual because the substances, objects or pursuits we hope will soothe it are not what we really need. We don’t know what we need, and so long as we stay in the hungry ghost mode, we’ll never know. We haunt our lives without being fully present.

Some people dwell much of their lives in one realm or another. Many of us move back and forth between them, perhaps through all of them in the course of a single day.

My medical work with drug addicts in Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside has given me a unique opportunity to know human beings who spend almost all their time as hungry ghosts. It’s their attempt, I believe, to escape the Hell Realm of overwhelming fear, rage and despair. The painful longing in their hearts reflects something of the emptiness that may also be experienced by people with apparently happier lives. Those whom we dismiss as “junkies” are not creatures from a different world, only men and women mired at the extreme end of a continuum on which, here or there, all of us might well locate ourselves. I can personally attest to that. “You slink around your life with a hungry look,” someone close once said to me. Facing the harmful compulsions of my patients, I have had to encounter my own.

No society can understand itself without looking at its shadow side. I believe there is one addiction process, whether it is manifested in the lethal substance dependencies of my Downtown Eastside patients; the frantic self-soothing of overeaters or shopaholics; the obsessions of gamblers, sexaholics and compulsive Internet users; or the socially acceptable and even admired behaviours of the workaholic. Drug addicts are often dismissed and discounted as unworthy of empathy and respect. In telling their stories my intent is twofold: to help their voices to be heard and to shed light on the origins and nature of their ill-fated struggle to overcome suffering through substance abuse. They have much in common with the society that ostracizes them. If they seem to have chosen a path to nowhere, they still have much to teach the rest of us. In the dark mirror of their lives, we can trace outlines of our own.