The diagnosis and clinical management of various mental disorders are aided by knowing the predisposing, precipitating, and perpetuating factors in a given case. Both the themed album and the full-length movie of Pink Floyd’s, The Wall, depict these factors in the course of the main character’s—”Pink’s”— mental health deterioration through music and film. In this episode, we draw from selected songs on the album and from selected scenes in the movie connecting the three factors with particular behaviors Pink manifests. In the process, we show how they are used in medical education and training in real time.

Joining us is Dr. Anthony Tobia, who is the campus chair in the Department of Psychiatry at the Rutgers School of Medicine and is also the Service Chief of Psychiatry at Robert Wood Johnson Barnabas Health in New Brunswick, NJ. Dr. Tobia is certified by the American Board of Psychiatry and Neurology and is certified in internal medicine and psychosomatic medicine. He also holds a secondary appointment in the Division of General Internal Medicine at Rutgers. Dr. Tobia is the Director of Graduate and Interprofessional Education at Rutgers University Behavioral Health and has received the Outstanding Clinical Faculty Member Excellence Award in 2018 and 2019. He is an active contributor to the medical literature with publications, reviews, and abstracts. Dr. Tobia’s educational interests include the merging of popular culture and the field of behavioral medicine, which is evident from this episode and from his previous appearance on the podcast episode featuring The Who’s Tommy. Along with Dr. Tobia for this episode is Kevin Frederiks, who at the time of recording, was a fourth-year medical student at Rutgers.

Citations
For the recorded album: Pink Floyd. The Wall. Columbia Records, 1979.
For the movie: Parker, Alan, director. Pink Floyd The Wall. MGM, 1982.

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“I am we, we are a year, we year, we are rest, we rest.” 

In winter 2024, Sop had a severe relapse of myalgic encephalomyelitis, also called chronic fatigue syndrome (ME/CFS), leaving them housebound in South East London.

That summer, in the days leading up to a friend’s birthday celebration, the artist rested carefully so they would be able to attend. The night before, they started taking what was touted as a “magic” pill for insomnia. They didn’t sleep at all and had to miss the party. But in a sleep-deprived haze, they wrote, as they described in a recent interview [1], “a solidarity rant, a kind of letter to other disabled people stuck indoors.” 

When Shape Arts, a UK disability arts organization, approached Sop with a commission, they decided to adapt the essay into a script for We Year, a mixed-media love letter to others living with energy-limiting conditions. The short film premieres at RestFest—a film festival and virtual space by and for the disability community—as part of a program co-organized by The Remote Body, Resting Up Collective, and Ort Gallery. 

With a poetic voiceover and ethereal soundscape, We Year immerses viewers in a chronic illness flare during a sweltering summer, blending decades-old archival footage from when Sop was well enough to move outside freely with recent phone footage shot at home. Shifting between past and present and between interior and exterior, the experience is at once isolating and unifying, claustrophobic and liberating. 

We Year also features 16mm direct animation, a technique that involves drawing and scratching moving images directly onto film stock rather than recording with a camera. Here, Sop used ink to overlay the orange stress bars from their Garmin watch across the entire film—a constant representation of their body that acts as a symbolic barrier between them and the audience. 

The following interview has been edited for length and clarity. 

When did you begin to think of yourself as an artist? 

I always wanted to be an artist. Even as a kid, when I was asked, “What do you want to be?”, I was like, “An artist!” I honestly have never thought about doing anything else. I grew up in the deep countryside, and there wasn’t much access to contemporary culture, although I was obsessed with music and music magazines. There was this teen music magazine called Smash Hits that I loved, and I made collages and scrapbooks of pop stars. When I was 13, I went to a big retrospective of the massive British artist David Hockney, who just died, and it was the first time that I’d seen contemporary art. It blew my mind, and that’s the first time I remember thinking, “Oh, this is something serious that I want to do.” 

What questions or themes does your art usually explore? 

I find it hard to make work that isn’t about my life and the things that I’m dealing with. What I do always ends up being ultra-personal. That’s not something that a lot of people do, necessarily. The act of living as a chronically ill person means that you have to live in the world in a very different way from people who are not chronically ill. Chronic illness is a fertile area for ideas. You’re living the life and thinking about the life at the same time. If you’re an artist or someone who thinks about things in conceptual ways, you can’t help but try and interpret your life into art-making, projects, or ideas. Everything’s interesting. It’s like living life wonky.

As a chronically ill person,  I can’t do a 9 to 5. I can’t necessarily keep to plans, and I can’t always do basic things, like sometimes even look after myself in a normal  way. The agency that I have is to interrogate what this life means and the challenges that it poses and what is interesting about that. What can I say that’s beyond how I would perhaps describe being sick to a stranger? Like, what’s within that? All of the work that I make—even if it looks not about that—is going to be about that.   

And then the other part of it is that I grew up in the field and was a tomboy covered in mud. My understanding of the world was through nature, and now I’m in a flat without a garden. I can see some trees in the park just over there, but quite often, I’m not well enough to go and hang out in the park. I am pretty obsessed with nature and the fact that I can’t get to it. I can’t really have that life currently.  

In your bio, you describe yourself as “a torn and crooked leaf, a root embedded in the dirt, a shoot reaching to the sky.” Would you please elaborate on what this means? 

When I wrote that bio, I was making work about my body being the same as the microbiome in the soil. “A torn and crooked leaf” is being chronically ill. “A root embedded in the dirt” is really what it sounds like, within the context of that specific work. And the “shoot reaching to the sky”—my work deals with pretty hefty emotions, but there’s always hope. My life is not a miserable life; it is hopeful, and I do believe there’s something so crucial in being chronically ill that you absolutely have to keep hope alive. It takes a lot of work to do that and to get there. It’s not easy, but it’s super important. If you have this restricted life, you absolutely have to shoot for the sky. Because time just goes on.  

What does working in crip time [2] look like for you? What are your long-term goals as an artist? 

If you’re truly working in crip time, it’s fairly impossible to have long-term goals. You haven’t really got a choice when you work. You can do your very best to carve out time or space. Currently, I have about a couple of hours in the early morning when I can manage to do something. My afternoons and evenings—I simply can’t make work then. If you have such a limited time to make work, the amount of work you make is going to be low. It will have to meet your capacity, and that doesn’t fit well with current art market production timelines or expectations. Sometimes, you can’t make something for a year because the thing that you should be working on—and the thing that is your work—is your health. That’s your full-time job.  

I deeply believe that making in crip time actually is truthful to the world. We would probably all be better off if we did. Really, it means making work to your capacity, and that can mean a lot of things. You don’t need to be ill to make to your capacity. 

It’s a more authentic timeline of meeting yourself where you’re at, rather than forcing yourself to meet arbitrary or toxic timelines. 

You haven’t chosen to have chronic illness—you’re forced into doing that. And I don’t think that’s a bad thing necessarily. Asking what would I like to do for my long-term goals—I find it very hard to answer because, first of all, I live, like, day to day and, second, when I think about what my long-term goals would be, it’s from the perspective of someone without a disability because I currently cannot see how I would be able to do more than what I’m doing unless I had an enormous amount of more support. 

How did you decide which media to work with for this project? 

Films and writing have always been the two mediums I mostly turn to, and actually they’re the most accessible things for me to do now, being housebound. When I was asked to make the film, I just didn’t have it at all in my means to film new work or leave the house, so I had to kind of figure out how to make a new work out of what I had, which was this personal essay I wrote about being stuck inside in the summer. I made the film throughout another summer of being stuck inside. A lot of chronically ill people turn their camera or phone or whatever onto their surroundings, so I had bits and bobs that I filmed. When I started making films, I would just film tons of different stuff. I had my little Hi8 video camera around the whole time, so I had lots of little clips that I hadn’t used, and I didn’t actually think that I was ever going to use them for anything. But that obviously wasn’t enough, and I didn’t really want to make a film which was just a film inside my house—there’s plenty of films like that. I had a whole bunch of old footage from the 90s. I digitized all of these tapes a few years ago, and they looked so great. A lot of that stuff was filmed out of the house, and then there were funny effects that I filmed which made it into the films. There’s a lot of blobs of color, which are actually motorway lights and ended up being this really nice kind of texture, which floated over and broke up some of the images.  

Hi8 and MiniDVs are the two cameras I was using in the past, so I have footage from both of those. And then there was 16mm direct animation. Each section of the film has a different animation running over it, but the animation is quite transparent, so it’s always there. It’s textural and has multiple meanings. And then I commissioned my friend to make the soundtrack. 

Would you elaborate on the meaning of the title of the film? 

The thing that’s turned me on most about this film is the fact that I can try and get “to year” and “yearing” adopted as a new way of describing spending all this time being sick. I think the word “year” is long enough for people to imagine, “Whoa, you are sick for a whole year. That’s a really long, unbearable time.” But then you make it into “yearing,” and then it could be even less than a year, but it’s probably closer to a year or multiple years. Then I was interested in what would happen if the years were then broken up with periods of being well, with relapses included as well.  

I find it really tiresome to have to explain the last five years of my life. So to not have to say, “Well, I was sick for a couple of years, housebound and bedbound, and then I got well again, and then I had a relapse”—it’s just like, “I was yearing.” I would love for it to become part of the lexicon of chronic illness.  

What does it mean to have “We Year” screened at RestFest? 

There’s this informal network of crip friends who work with each other. Not everyone works together, but we all know each other and there’s really close friendships within this group. They’re all small, crip-led organizations that have been made pretty much for the same purpose, which is remote events, screenings, and workshops. I was just really keen to connect and uplift all of these organizations. We created this program together, and I’m really proud of it. It’s been a lot of work, but it’s really nice making things with your friends. The access intimacy side of it all is real. Creating or programming with your friends is a very accessible way of making because we all understand each other and our capacities. I’ve said capacities a million times. 

You need to coin a new term for that as well. 

Okay, I’ll get on that for next time. 

We Year, through July 12 (if you start watching on June 28); RestFest Film Festival. “I am we, we are a year, we year, we are rest, we rest.” 

[1] “Interview with artist-filmmaker Sop + a Special Screening of their New Film.” RestFest, 2026,
https://restfest.substack.com/p/interview-with-artist-filmmaker-sop. 
[2] In her 2013 book Feminist, Queer, Crip, disability scholar Alison Kafer writes, “Rather than bend disabled bodies and minds to meet the clock, crip time bends the clock to meet disabled bodies and minds.” 

On September 9, 1982, on her 25th birthday, Julie Ridge became the 242nd person to swim from England to France. On April 11, 1991, Ridge was hospitalized for 21 days and unceremoniously received a diagnosis of bipolar disorder I. Julie’s one-woman show Bipolar & The English Channel tells the story of how a casual mile-a-day pool swimmer became an English Channel swimmer in nine short months and her 17-hour, 55-minute zig-zag journey across those grey murky seas. It also tells the less glamorous story of a world-record holding endurance athlete who wakes up one not-so-fine day floridly manic, locked down on an unforgiving New York City psychiatric ward – and her arduous journey back to sanity and a fulfilling life.  

On March 26, The College of Physicians of Philadelphia presented a performance of Julie Ridge’s one-woman show: https://collegeofphysicians.org/events/bipolar-english-channel-one-woman-show In advance of the event, Guy Glass has had the pleasure of speaking with writer and performer Julie Ridge about her work. 

Guy: Julie, I had the privilege of seeing your show Bipolar and the English Channel a couple of years ago in New York. It was informative, entertaining, and inspirational. As you know, I help arrange programming for the College of Physicians of Philadelphia. As a psychiatrist and playwright, theatrical representations of mental health issues are right up my alley. I am so glad it is working out to have you bring it to the College! 

The very striking title of your piece brings together two images that seem completely unrelated, but you fuse them together so convincingly. Can you say something about your background that sheds some light on the title, about your life as a swimmer, and then your discovery of your diagnosis? 

Julie: With the title, I’ve tried to conjure the image of how my life with bipolar disorder and my unlikely swim across the English Channel run parallel to each other and are symbiotically intertwined. My decision to the swim the English Channel came on as spontaneously as a manic episode. I tell the full story in the show, but the germ was planted when a friend who swam two miles-a-day broke his wrist, and I doubled my casual one mile a day in empathy for his mandatory pool abstinence. At the time, I was an actress performing in my first Broadway show and swam for peace of mind and to stay in shape. The story of learning I had bipolar disorder is the subject of the second act of the show – so, I ask your readers to come see it to hear the tale. 

Guy: Can you tell us how and why you decided to turn your story into a show? What is it like for you to perform? What has the reaction to the show been like, especially from the mental health community? 

Julie: After my diagnosis in 1991, I went back to school to get my master’s degree and became a psychiatric social worker. Over time, I’d developed a seminar that told the story of my English Channel swim and bipolar diagnosis. The decision to turn the informal seminar into a show first arose when I discovered I was a single hour shy of collecting my Actor’s Equity pension. I asked all my friends who were still in the theater if they could write me into a contract show, maybe as a person lying behind a couch or something, even just for the first act of one show, and I’d refund them my salary – I just needed that single hour to collect a lifetime pension. A couple of years went by, no offers were made, I was getting closer and closer to 65, so I decided to do it myself. I wasn’t going to lose my pension over one measly hour.  

On the 5th Anniversary of the non-profit organization I founded in memory of my dad, I pulled together the least expensive Actor’s Equity contract possible that would get me that hour. That contract was four staged readings at the Studio Theater on Theater Row off Broadway in New York City. It was the first time I’d disclosed my bipolar disorder publicly and, frankly, I was terrified. But community members, family, buddies from high school and college, and colleagues were incredibly warm and receptive.  

That four-day run led to performances in the United Solo Festival off Broadway for two consecutive years. A performance at my sister’s temple outside of Boston was seen by a friend with connections to the Sedona Festival, which led to another gig at the JCC in Hartford Ct and so on. It’s my hope that I will be able to perform the show each year in venues across the country.  

As for how it is to perform it – I actually have acute social phobia and get terribly anxious every time I perform the show. It’s odd, because performing when I was an actress was easy and highly enjoyable. But those shows were written by other people and not about my life. Doing something so intimate and personal is quite different. I never know how it’s going to land and be received.  

Guy: I see that in addition to Bipolar & The English Channel, there is a documentary film about you. Can you say something about how this came about?  

Julie: Seems there’s a story behind everything! Zac Norrington, a film student at the New School in New York City needed a subject for his Capstone project senior year. Long distance swimming and cold-water swimming was something of personal interest to him because of a near-death experience his grandfather had. Zac brilliantly thought to contact Ned Dennison, the Director of the International Marathon Swimming Hall of Fame (IMSHOF) for recommendations on swimmers he might interview in New York. Turns out that swims I’d done in 1983 and 1985 put me in the record books. My athletic resume in the 1980s was out of the ordinary, and to my amazement, I was inducted into IMSHOF in 1985.  

Ned recommended me and a couple of other swimmers. Zac interviewed a few of us, showed his preliminary work to his class and professor and they all said “forget about the other swimmers. Focus on Julie’s story.” He did. His short documentary BREATHE, is about the intersection of my double swim around Manhattan Island and my bipolar disorder. He submitted the doc to several festivals, we got showings at many of them, including the prestigious ReelAbilities Film Festival. At our last festival, The Greenwich Village Film Festival, we won Best Short Documentary. Zac was a wonderful director, cameraman, editor and producer. He completed the entire movie during the pandemic. I’m very impressed with the work he did culling together our interviews, still photos and archival footage. It’s been an honor attending talk backs to represent the film. 

Guy: Can you tell us about the organization you founded, the Frank Ridge Foundation? What its mission is, why you decided to start it, and about some the foundation’s projects?  

Julie: Ah, the subject nearest and dearest to my heart. Thanks for asking. Frank Ridge is my dad – one of the kindest and most loving dads a girl can be fortunate enough to have. Dad died in 2013 after 90 full years, rich with adventure, and community involvement. Pops supported everything I ever did, unquestioningly and unconditionally. He was by my side stroke after boring stoke for all of my swims, was in Hawaii melting in the heat with me when I completed the Ironman Triathlon and rode side-by-side with me as we biked 3,700+ miles across America. Dad was also a pretty smart businessman, and he left me and my sisters some money. I’ve never had much money – I chose lucrative fields like acting, writing and social work – so what he left felt like a fortune. I took almost half of my inheritance and founded a non-profit in his honor, the Frank Ridge Memorial Foundation, Inc. (frankridgememorialfoundation.org), dedicated to living well with mental health conditions through awareness and understanding. Our primary work is:  

• Creating and facilitating resource-rich topical seminars, using accurate compassionate movies as the springboard for conversation, for community members and mental health practitioners required NY continuing education.  

• Maintaining our resource-rich website. 

• Providing meaningful part-time employment for individuals living well with mental health conditions.  

• And performing Bipolar & The English Channel whenever the opportunity arises. 

I’ve loved working for myself running this organization for the past 12 years and hope to keep on for as long as I am able! 

BREATHE TRAILER: 

VIEW THE FILM HERE: 

https://www.docnyc.net/film/doc-nyc-u-life-in-the-big-apple/breathe/

The Eye in the Door, the second in the trilogy, turns its attention to the Home Front, and more specifically describes the rampant paranoia during the war, as the government targets two groups:  homosexuals and “conchies,” or conscientious objectors.  While it too is tethered to historical fact, it is more of a fictional narrative concentrating on the state-sponsored witch-hunt, refracted through the story of Billy Prior, a patient of Dr. Rivers.  Billy is bisexual; he also grew up with childhood friends who became pacifists and objectors, and who may or may not have been involved in a plot to assassinate the Prime Minister, and so he moves in both of these marginalized and persecuted worlds.  He also has fallen in love with a woman whom he wants to marry.  During his ongoing treatment of Billy, Rivers confronts his own repressed childhood memories.   

The Regeneration Trilogy has much to recommend it in considering works of literature in the area of medical humanities.  First—and obviously—it is about the psychological damage suffered by young men pressed into military service during wartime, and the way in which medicine approaches their resultant illness with the tools it has at hand.  Each one of these soldiers has a story, each one has a trauma, and there are no pharmacological options. Much like Freud (a contemporary whose work was well-known to him), Rivers felt that the way to treat the shell-shocked soldiers was a “talking cure,” making the traumatic events unrepressed and having the patients recognize and address them.  The stories of the soldiers’ treatments are engaging, Rivers’ warmth and compassion for his charges is unmistakable, and the nature of physician-patient interaction during treatment is explored.   

Barker also poses questions about gender; more specifically, about the nature of manhood and the role of women in a male-dominated society turned upside down by a cataclysm.  Being a man in England during the war means being in uniform and preferably fighting in France; the conchies and the gay men are seen by many, including many women, as being “less than” men, and in their otherness, as subversive.  Women, for their part, have had to step up and assume the roles in the workforce that men have vacated to go off to fight.   It is supposedly the love of their fellow men that allows the soldiers to fight as a unit, to want to enlist and to want to re-up after they are wounded, and this comradeship is trumpeted by those in command.  But it is crucial that everyone understand that this must be the right kind of love; the wrong kind of love is ferreted out and made example of. 

There are many paradoxes, and many instances of doubling or of opposites, in the novels.  Rivers wants to cure his patients, although curing them will render them fit to be sent back to combat and likely be killed.  Several bisexual men lead bifurcated lives.  And underlying all of it is a society rigidly divided along class lines, with the WC’s—the working classes—distinguished not only by their living and working conditions but also by the idiomatic speech put into their mouths by the author.   The war may be in some ways a great “we’re all in this together” moment, but it can’t erase class distinctions.   

It is worth noting that Barker’s style can range over to the gritty and realistic, as well as the graphic, whether describing the events occurring on a battlefield in Picardy or in a bedroom (or back alley) in London. The writing style is crisp, and the narrative moves along nicely.  The author’s characterizations are on point, especially William Rivers and Billy Prior.  Barker has a great feel for language, although some of the words and expressions several of the characters use are distinctly British and may be unfamiliar to American ears.  She conveys an England—or at least, a segment of England—tired of war, tired of being bombed, often living hand to mouth in cold water flats with faded wallpaper and trying gamely to carry on despite being ground down. 

And underlying it all, The Great War—its idealization, its senselessness.  The three volumes of this trilogy are beautifully written, hold the attention, and move quickly, and its relatively spare language has a lot to say. 

The Eye in the Door
Pat Barker 
Dutton: 1994, 288 pages 

Photo of Chester from  The Cleveland Museum of Art 

Pusey, a talented and enthusiastic guide, provides the backstory to Coram’s project. Coram, a man with a history of supporting good causes, is shocked by seeing the multitude of abandoned children on his visits to London. Parents who are unable to care for their (mostly out-of-wedlock) babies have few options; as many as a thousand of these children a year are left in the streets. While other European cities have well-established institutions supported by the Catholic Church, many Londoners initially believe that caring for them is tantamount to condoning sin and debauchery. In 1737 Coram petitions the King to support the construction of a “hospital” (not in the contemporary sense of the term, but more like an orphanage). His persistence finally pays off, and he even manages to turn his idea into a fashionable cause that receives the support of London society.  

Something that is unique about the Foundling Hospital is that Coram also allies from the start with many of the leading artists of the day. These include artist William Hogarth and composer George Frideric Handel. Hogarth, motivated perhaps by his own impoverished background, becomes a Governor of the Hospital and is active to the extent that he and his wife even foster several foundlings. He executes a portrait of Coram which he donates, and encourages other artists to do the same, so that in due course “the hospital [becomes] England’s first public art gallery and establishe[s] itself as a ‘destination venue’ for fashionable Londoners” (Foundling Museum: An Illustrated Guide, p. 16).  

Because I am a classical music fanatic, I cannot wait to see the famous Handel scores and artifacts that the museum is known for. There is a precedent for a composer to ally himself with a charity; Antonio Vivaldi’s career is deeply linked to Venice’s Ospedale della Pietà, a convent, orphanage, and music school. Handel becomes involved when he is invited to conduct a benefit concert in 1749 to raise funds for the completion of the Hospital chapel. For the occasion, he composes the Foundling Hospital Anthem, which proves to be his last piece of English church music. The text, adapted from Psalm 41 and the Book of Job, begins “Blessed are they that considereth the poor and needy: the Lord will deliver them in time of trouble, the Lord preserve them and comfort them. They deliver the poor that crieth, the fatherless and him that hath none to help him. The Lord will comfort them.” Since Handel is the most famous composer in England, his name ensures there will be a capacity crowd paying high prices for tickets. The following year, Handel conducts a benefit concert of his Messiah in the chapel. The event is so successful that Handel is made a Governor, and performances of Messiah become annual events. When Handel dies, he bequeaths orchestral parts for Messiah to the Hospital in his will so that the tradition can continue. Handel’s will is now on display in the top floor of the Museum. During the London Blitz, the precious document was removed by the curator’s wife who put it in her purse and left the building. When she returned, the room holding the will had been destroyed by a bomb.   

An equally impactful group of artifacts is on display on the first floor of the Museum, along with the following description:

The Foundling Hospital was relocated outside of the city in the 1920s. The earlier site was eventually turned into a children’s playground called Coram’s Fields. Gradually, as Britain moved away from the institutionalization of children and towards adoption and foster care, the Hospital closed. The Museum occupies a building in the same neighborhood as the 18th-century original and incorporates some of its interiors and architectural details. The magnificent Court Room, where the Governors conducted their business, is one of the best surviving Rococo interiors in the city.  

The spirit of the Foundling Hospital endures in the charity now known as Coram, one of the foremost voluntary adoption agencies in the UK. The Hospital’s tradition of receiving support from artists also continues. The Museum’s temporary exhibitions and commissions provide a space for contemporary artists to “enter into a dialogue with their eighteenth and nineteenth-century forebears” (ibid, p.81). Lastly, the establishment of Foundling Fellowships named after Coram, Hogarth and Handel (the recipients of which have included such illustrious artists as Julian Lloyd Webber and Emma Kirkby) ensures that the legacy of the institution will live on.  

References: 
https://medicalmuseums.org
This site contains a wealth of information about London’s medical museums, including the Foundling Museum, as well as information about Richard Pusey’s medical history tours.

Charles Glass is a news correspondent who has written several books. His latest, Soldiers Don’t Go Mad: A Story of Brotherhood, Poetry, and Mental Illness During the First World War gives an account of a remarkable bit of history. Craiglockhart, a hospital near Edinburgh that had previously served the “worried wealthy,” is requisitioned in 1916 for the treatment of victims of “shell shock.” Although the facility operates as Craiglockhart War Hospital for only thirty months, during that time it treats 1801 officers. Two of those men, Wilfred Owen and Siegfried Sassoon, meet and become friends there and go on to be remembered by posterity as the two most celebrated British World War I poets. 

The author makes it clear that, at the time, the very idea of treating shell shock (nowadays PTSD) is revolutionary. The condition is barely known, but as the result of new weapons and means of waging battle, it has quickly escalated into an epidemic. As a result, only four months into the war the British Army has lost 10% of officers and 40% of enlisted men. The situation is not helped by the widely held perception that those with symptoms are malingering. Desertion is punishable by death. Many “treatment” facilities dispense nothing but electric shocks and verbal abuse “to eradicate what [the doctors there] define [ ] as cowardice rather than mental illness” (p. 238). In contrast, it is the aim of the psychiatrists at Craiglockhart to adapt Freudian psychoanalytic methods for use with this population, and to show that humane treatment yields superior results. (Albeit that the measure of those results is how quickly a soldier could be returned to the front.) 

In 1917, Wilfred Owen arrives at Craiglockhart. He has witnessed horrors, and he suffers from “trembling limbs, halting voice, and confused memory” (p. 77). He has only written a few poems, but within two months he becomes editor of the hospital’s literary journal The Hydra. A few weeks later, Second Lieutenant Sassoon is admitted. He has already made a name for himself as a poet and has been decorated with the Military Cross for bravery. 

At first Owen puts Sassoon on a pedestal, while Sassoon dismisses the less experienced poet as “a rather ordinary young man” (p.154). As each thrives in his therapy, their friendship blossoms, they critique each others’s work, and their poetry rises to extraordinary heights. At first, Owen’s “bellicose dreams” (p. 146) are filled with “images of caves, bulging eyes, demons, and blood” (p.179). After he manages to harness this imagery for his writing, his psychiatrist observes that “he fears them no longer” (p.181), and he produces the landmark poem “Anthem for Doomed Youth.” 

Owen’s return to the front has been repeatedly denied by the medical boards. Once he is transformed from “a trembling shell-shocked subaltern [to] a self-confident officer capable of leading men in battle” (p. 216), he finally gets the approval. He is killed at the age of 26; in a sad irony, his mother receives the “dreadful telegram” (p. 276) on Armistice Day. 

The subject matter of Soldiers go Mad is a fascinating chapter in the history of psychiatry, and the book provides a convincing example of the healing power of poetry. 

The celebrated novel Regeneration by Booker Prize winning author Pat Barker (1991) was also based on Craiglockhart and features many of the same characters. 

The building that was formerly Craiglockhart Hospital is now a part of Edinburgh Napier University. One can visit the War Poets Collection and see original issues of The Hydra: https://www.napier.ac.uk/about-us/our-location/our-campuses/libraries-and-heritage-collections/heritage-collections/war-poets-collection. 

Penguin Press, New York, 2023,  352 pages