“So, let me get this straight, Doctor: you have no problem prescribing medication that has the known side-effect of suicidal thoughts to my depressed teenager, even though you never examined her and have none of her medical records, but when I suggested a placebo instead, you called that ‘unethical?'”
Ah, yes. That carefully worded question gets filed under, “L’esprit de l’escalier,” which is French for the wit of the staircase: when you think of the perfect thing to say, not when standing in front of the person, but only when you’re alone, at the bottom of the stairs. Voila. Leave it to the French to come up with the perfect term.
But I know me. Even if I could have phrased my question perfectly, I would’ve been too intimidated to ask her. She’s a psychiatrist, after all, and what am I? Just an intelligent and knowledgeable mother who knows that her teen would be satisfied taking a sugar pill if she thought it was Lexapro, that’s all.
So instead of asking that very appropriate question, I let myself be talked into changing the chemical balance of my child’s brain.
Happy Mother’s Day.