By Dr David Laing Dawson
My new theory about addictions, at least about the explosive increase in serious opioid addictions in the last few years:
I am well aware of the culpability of Purdue Pharma promoting Oxycodone, Oxycontin as “non-addictive”, coupled with an “academic” push to have doctors pay more attention to chronic pain, and then some sloppy prescription practices after acute injuries. And I am well aware that some addictions begin as self-medicating, usually self-medicating a mood or anxiety disorder.
I understand how hooked they are. How, once addicted, consciousness is reduced to getting that fix. Empathy is lost along with any ability to think beyond the fix and the avoidance of withdrawal. By that point there are brain changes and it is a disease.
And pockets of addiction can be found alongside unemployment, poverty and despair.
But this is 2018. Not 1932. There really is no shortage of easily acquired food, and despite the cries for more affordable housing for families, there really is no shortage of basic shelter for single men.
So why now are so many men sleeping on benches and on the hustle for drugs around the Sally Ann in my neighbourhood? And why is the otherwise fit looking man with his German Shepard dog willing to stand for hours in a cold drizzle at a busy intersection collecting coins from every tenth car that stops? And why on earth does anyone ever inject a substance into his vein that has a ?10, ?20 percent chance of killing him?
I have also had many clinical experiences of addicts, vague, unhappy, scattered in thought, pathetic in actions, but laser focused and energetic when it comes down to the moment of trying to persuade me to write a prescription. Tenacious, persistent, with far more stamina than I.
And here are two more seemingly unrelated bits of information: When we go on holiday our sense of well being peaks on day 8. It is downhill after that. Time to go back to work, we say, by day 12. And some zoos have learned that making the carnivorous animals hunt for their food, rather than just giving it to them, makes them happier and healthier. And the retired couple, free now of children, mortgage and job, free to roam in an RV. What do they always do? They get a dog, or two dogs to fuss over, look after.
We humans were not made for leisure. Our DNA tells us we need to hustle. We need to hunt for food, check the barricades, repair the roof, fashion the spear, dig the trenches, work for ten hours in the mine, or kitchen. We are programmed to be busy. And our busy-ness rewards us with food, safety, or some small achievement. (I am quite amazed how delighted I am when I manage to complete a New York Times Crossword puzzle and then cast it aside to look for a new one.)
Challenge, occupation, risk, reward, repeat. (note that this is the same sequence video games provide)
Our focus has been on the reward, the drug, swallowed, snorted or injected. We can make that safer with safe injection sites. We can eliminate the need for the hustle if we provide the drug. But what of the challenge, the occupation, the risk and the repeat? What of the need for the hustle?
My new theory is that these last few decades have removed the natural life challenges and occupations for more and more men, and that drug addiction provides just that. That is, it provides not just the reward (the drug) but also the challenge and occupation, the risk and repeat.
As do video games for the young man in his parents’ basement.
We can “treat” addiction, try to eliminate drugs, or provide the drugs legally, but how do we replace challenge, occupation, risk, reward, repeat as the robots take over all the work?