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Psychiatrists
You know your in an affluent neighborhood in Elsmere when there is a cluster of psychologists and psychiatrists along one street.
They probably counsel people about their angry thoughts towards Donald Trump and towards those who don’t eat organic kale.
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Sixteen years ago, when Calliope Holingue was in high school, she had a problem. Two, actually. She developed gastrointestinal symptoms severe enough to force her to give up running, plus she had a long history of anxiety and obsessive-compulsive disorder.
"And I wondered if maybe there was a link between my mental health and the GI symptoms I was experiencing," she recalls now.
Her doctors shrugged off her questions. "That led me to start reading a lot about the gut microbiome, the autonomic nervous system, and their connection with the brain and mental health," she says.
Today, Holingue has joined the ranks of scientists seeking to understand the interplay between the brain (and the rest of the nervous system) and the gut microbiome – that is the vast array of organisms, including bacteria, fungi and viruses, that thrive in the human gut.
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Months before Martial Simon pushed Michelle Go to her death in front of a subway train, his mind had been seized by an unusual toothache.
Simon was confined at the time to the Bronx Psychiatric Center, a state hospital. A nurse offered to connect him with a dentist, but he refused. The dentist was working with the FBI, which was using satellites to loosen his teeth, he said.
Despite Simon’s tenuous grasp on reality, the hospital discharged him a few weeks later, in July 2021. He had been hospitalized for five months. Workers escorted him to an apartment building in the Bronx, where he could live with on-site services. They left him with a 30-day supply of medication and a next-day appointment with a psychiatrist.
He never showed. In all, he spent hardly two hours in his new home. He left only a trace of his presence: a brown paper bag stuffed with his medications.