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Wednesday, April 30, 2025

This Sounds Like Real Progress For Those Who Can Benefit From MDMA Therapy!

This appeared last week:

Inside the secretive but growing world of MDMA-led therapy

Shrouded in controversy, tightly regulated but the science far from settled: inside the veiled world of Australia’s legal, cutting-edge, MDMA-led therapy.

Penny Timms

5:00 AM April 25, 2025.

Regan Ballantine can feel the drug working less than an hour after swallowing the pill.

Her mind is already shifting. She isn’t hallucinating. Rather, she is visualising scenes of metaphorical importance. All seem to provide her with an enhanced perspective about her untapped trauma and how to deal with it.

The first scene shows two old-fashioned movie projectors sitting side-by-side. They play films in unison, with the one on the left representing her son, Wesley, and the one on the right representing her. Then, Wesley’s film begins to flicker as if there is a technical error.

Abruptly, Wesley’s film stops.

“It represented these two lives living side-by-side, these two stories of a life, and how his just flickered off and mine just kept going,” Ballantine says.

“It’s such a beautiful metaphor, but there was so much pain around that.”

Ballantine’s son, Wesley, fell to his death at a construction site in Perth in 2017. His death was found later to have been avoidable. It sent Ballantine into an instant state of shock.

“I went to the building site the day after he died and I didn’t shed a tear,” she recalls.

“I felt nothing. I didn’t even cry at his funeral, I gave a eulogy at my own son’s funeral and did not cry. That’s disassociation, it’s compartmentalising. You do it to survive, because if you feel that part you can’t survive.”

She estimates it took 18 months just for the shock of Wesley’s death to wear off. By then, Ballantine was campaigning to get Western Australia’s industrial manslaughter laws changed to hold employers to a higher account for avoidable workplace deaths.

As an advocate, she was smart, calm and composed without being cold; a formula that made her compelling in the eyes of politicians, media and the public. She was someone who commanded attention and respect.

“I was tormented by memories of Wesley. Every time something would remind me of him, my breath would leave my body, I’d almost gasp, that’s how much of a state it put me in.”

It was a big responsibility but her resolve was strong and the cut-through she was able to achieve was remarkable.

Her fight for greater justice took years, bringing her before inquiries and into courtrooms.

When all of that finally ended and the courts made their rulings, and the legislation was changed, and the cameras stopped rolling and people stopped looking, Ballantine did something she hadn’t done in years: she paused. It was then that the weight of all that responsibility and pent-up emotion came crashing down.

“I just fell into an abyss,” Ballantine says. “It was like a lid blew off a pressure cooker.

“Essentially my nervous system was fried, which meant I could not be in the world in the same way. Loud noises, too many people, being too far away from home would all induce anxiety or panic.”

It became clear Ballantine had a profound psychological injury from the shock of Wesley’s death, the years of reliving it and the fight-or-flight response she had experienced for years. She was diagnosed with complex post-traumatic stress disorder.

“I was tormented by memories of Wesley,” she says. “Every time something would remind me of him, my breath would leave my body, I’d almost gasp, that’s how much of a state it put me in. I couldn’t even have photos of him in the house. This emotional derailing would happen multiple times a week.”

As Ballantine’s PTSD intensified, her world shrank. She avoided any potential triggers but the triggers kept growing so her world kept shrinking. At its worst, she was unable to get out of bed for long stretches of time. Holding down a job seemed like a fantasy.

“It was honestly the most terrifying experience,” she says.

“I could no longer control my emotions, and I was in an emotional shutdown response and went into a major depression and could not function. I couldn’t get out of bed, couldn’t shower, couldn’t cook, couldn’t leave the house, was having panic attacks. For the first time, I started taking medication.”

She tried various therapies but nothing took. She even considered checking into a psychiatric facility. Then she came across an article about MDMA-led therapy and how Australia had become the first country in the world effectively to legalise it as a last-line treatment for PTSD.

Regan Ballantine was suffering severe PTSD when the new treatment became available. Here, she speaks to the experience.

The more she read, the more compelled she became. She discussed it with her medical team and was assessed and approved to receive it at one of the nation’s accredited facilities.

In Australia it is legal to use MDMA as a treatment tool for PTSD. Psilocybin, the psychedelic compound found in magic mushrooms, can be used for treatment-resistant depression. However, both drugs must be used only in combination with psychotherapy under tight restrictions and only a selection of trained and approved psychiatrists can prescribe them.

One clinician who oversees MDMA-led therapy in Australia describes the therapies as “the biggest step forward” he has witnessed in his 30-year psychiatry career. That’s based on the results he is seeing with patients.

But doubts and concerns remain. Medical groups urge caution, saying there’s too much enthusiasm from too little firm evidence. In the void of information, they fear patients could be harmed.

One psychiatrist tells The Australian there are anecdotal accounts suggesting the therapies are only, potentially, slightly more effective than other treatments, though their costs are considerable.

Data to back claims for or against the long-term results of psychedelic therapy, and who may respond well to them and who will not, is scant and still being gathered.

All of this comes while psychedelic-led therapy is growing. Health insurer Medibank Private recently announced it was funding a clinical study into psychedelic therapy.

The Department of Veterans’ Affairs has confirmed to The Australian it also will fund MDMA and psilocybin-led therapies under strict clinical conditions for ill veterans.

“Where eligibility requirements are met, veterans will not be required to pay upfront for MDMA and psilocybin-assisted treatment which they have been prescribed,” a department spokeswoman says.

“DVA is continuing work to finalise the administrative processes as soon as practicable this year, including necessary governance and safety standards.”

Once that happens, the department says it will begin assessing requests for treatment.

Australia’s drug regulator also is considering amending the Poisons Standard to allow psilocybin to be used also for people in “existential distress” during end-of-life care. Public submissions on the proposal close in late May.

For Ballantine, her experience with psychedelic therapy has been positive and, so far, transformative. But she says it has taken a lot of hard work, reflection and therapy.

“It’s not like you take these medicines and it’s a passive process where you go on this journey and come out healed,” she says. “You get out what you put in.”

Welcome to the complicated, messy, secretive and intriguing world of MDMA-led therapy.

A brief history of MDMA

MDMA originally was intended as an appetite suppressant but it attracted little attention and was shelved for decades until it was rebranded as a tool for psychotherapy in the 1970s.

It also became popular for its off-label recreational misuse, which happened to coincide with a cultural uprising and the US war on drugs, leading to the effective global banning of MDMA in 1985 when governments decided it served no medical purpose and easily could be abused. It was then added to the UN’s International Convention on Psychotropic Substances, cementing its status as little more than a party drug.

However, as a Schedule 9 prohibited substance, the drug could be used in limited clinical research, mostly for PTSD though it was tested for other conditions including anxiety, with limited effect.

Its use also has been growing in the fraught underground “wellness” scene. There, unauthorised and self-titled “therapists” have been offering services to paying customers who are desperate for help.

It was a topic canvassed in the 2024 memoir Sassafras by Australian author and researcher Rebecca Huntley, who spoke highly of her experience towards healing from childhood rejection and judgment.

Then there is the much-hyped memoir The Tell by venture capitalist Amy Griffin. The book details the author’s experience of underground MDMA “therapy” in the US. It has been a New York Times bestseller, an Oprah Book Club pick and promoted by the likes of the author’s high-profile associates including actor and celebrity influencer Gwyneth Paltrow.

However, the story leaves you with a resounding sense that the therapy should be delivered only by somebody with the appropriate training.

But what truly threw MDMA-led therapy into the spotlight was a shock decision in 2023 by Australia’s typically conservative drug regulator.

Australia became a global outlier when the Therapeutic Goods Administration went against the advice of medical groups and down-scheduled MDMA to allow it to be used for the treatment of PTSD.

It did the same with psilocybin, allowing it to be used in combination with psychotherapy for treatment-resistant depression. It remains illegal to use either of the drugs recreationally or in an unapproved or non-clinical setting.

In the lead-up to its decision, the TGA considered thousands of submissions as well as the advice of an independent expert panel. The panel noted limitations with clinical data but supported the down-scheduling.

The regulator also was heavily lobbied by Mind Medicine Australia, a non-medical advocate of psychedelic medicine. It is also a registered charity. The group tells The Australian it is now the nation’s largest importer of the psychedelic medications.

It is also behind the push to expand the use of psilocybin to the terminally ill.

What is MDMA-led therapy?

MDMA is a drug officially named 3,4-methylenedioxymethamphetamine but is better known by the street names of ecstasy, E, pingers or Molly.

The National Drug and Alcohol Research Centre describes it as a stimulant drug known to increase a person’s feelings of empathy, friendliness and social connectedness with others. Street versions sometimes can include other stimulants and hallucinogens.

When used medically in Australia, the pure drug is sourced from a specialist facility in Canada. It arrives under strict security controls and is delivered only to clinics, under guard, shortly before it is provided to the patient. In that briefest of windows between its delivery at a clinic and its use, two clinicians must remain with the medication any time it is not being stored in a bulletproof safe.

The idea of MDMA therapy is that the drug triggers chemical changes in the brain, helping to lower a patient’s defences that may otherwise prevent them from delving too deep into their trauma. Once those barriers come down, therapists will try to achieve a new level of counselling.

For patients who do qualify for it, they typically will have three regular therapy sessions in the lead-up to the first dosing session. They will be told what to expect, discuss their treatment goals and develop a working relationship with two therapists – usually a psychologist and a counsellor – who will remain with them for each individual dosing session. There are typically two or three dosing sessions and each will be overseen by a prescribing psychologist also.

A single dosing session lasts between six and eight hours and must be delivered only in a clinical setting under tight security controls and the drug can be administered only by an approved prescriber who has been cleared by regulators. The patient will be offered two doses of the drug across the course of each session, where they will be guided through intensive therapy while under the influence of MDMA.

Then there’s the music.

“Music is actually a key part of the therapy,” says Michael Winlo, a trained but non-practising doctor and managing director of biotech company Emyria. The company operates several regular clinics and also has been running psychedelic trials and services.

“We have a special service that actually generates a non-repetitive soundscape that is matched to the drug effect. So, we start off with pleasant uplifting music, and then as the drug’s peak happens about an hour and a half into the dosing session we will increase the rhythm and intensity of the music. That helps people go into the experience a bit more deeply. And then we bring people out towards the end of the day as well.”

He says the sessions often are gruelling.

“We’re deliberately trying to confront difficult content that might require revisiting traumatic events or situations or reflecting deeply on broken relationships,” he says.

“But what the medication allows is that the sense of fear diminishes. The trust is there, people feel relaxed and open, and finally can talk about that difficult event, situation, circumstance.

“The medicine’s there to unlock the power of the therapy.”

Dosing sessions are held at least a month apart, with intensive therapy after each. Patients also will experience a comedown effect. They are banned from driving for 48 hours after treatment, must be released into the care of a competent adult and are advised to spend the next few days in a calm environment.

For Ballantine, her second dosing session involved the hardest work.

“I described my second dose as doing 10 rounds with Mike Tyson in a cosmic washing machine,” she says.

“I was literally traversing the terrain of my subconscious and facing some truths about myself, often hidden truths. That’s super challenging.”

She says the drug helped her to revisit past events but to consider them from other perspectives, which made it easier to be able to find new ways to confront and deal with them rather than bury them.

One of the other scenes her mind took her to while on MDMA was of a street lined with full garbage bags. The trash represented her grief, fear, anger and rage.

“Because I hadn’t dealt with it, it was piled up,” she says.

“So, I started taking it out, putting it in the bins. It was about renewal, reprogramming … processing. I started processing the grief and anger. Now I can actually connect to my feelings. This means I can actually take the rubbish out and process my feelings rather than just bury them.”

The controversy

When drugs are even partially legalised, it can lead to a spike in their recreational use and subsequent harm. MDMA has a well-documented history of harm, including overdose and death.

One of the groups most critical of the TGA’s rescheduling decision has been the Royal Australian and New Zealand College of Psychiatrists. It had advised the TGA against the move, saying that while promising evidence was emerging about the role of psychedelics in treatment, the trials were significantly limited and the results still in development.

It urged the TGA to keep the drugs restricted to authorised trials to allow evidence to keep building, but the regulator chose otherwise.

To add salt to the wound, the college then was tasked with developing the industry’s clinical guidelines.

“It is a very cautious set of guidelines and that’s for good reason,” says Richard Harvey, a practising psychiatrist who chaired the college’s psychedelic-assisted therapy steering group.

“This is a treatment where we don’t have convincing evidence that it’s effective. It is an incredibly expensive therapy and we remain very cautious.”

Harvey says he has spoken to several clinicians who are delivering psychedelic therapy in Australia and he worries the positives are being over-hyped, instilling unrealistic expectations in patients.

“What I hear, and this is absolutely anecdotal, is that these treatments are almost no different to any other treatment we have in psychiatry,” he says. “Typically, 30 to 40 per cent of patients might see some benefit, 30 to 40 per cent of patients experience not much at all and get no benefit, and 30 to 40 per cent of patients experience some sort of adverse experience.”

Those anecdotal accounts make him worried, given the treatment’s hefty price tag. The cost of MDMA-led therapy sits at about $30,000, putting it out of reach of many people unless they can secure financial support elsewhere or be part of a clinical trial.

Harvey points to the US, where in 2024 the drug regulator rejected legalising MDMA for therapy because, unlike the TGA, it said human trials did not prove MDMA’s efficacy and it ruled there was not enough clinical data to outweigh the potential harms of the drug.

“They have raised concerns that we also identified, which is partly around what we call allegiance bias,” Harvey says.

“So, the people wanting to do these therapies – the psychiatrists and psychologists – are often very positive about those treatments.

“Patients are often very desperate and have enormous expectations that this is going to be the miracle treatment, partly because of what they read from the people that provide the treatment. It sort of sets up an environment where people can be harmed. And that’s not only harm from the medication but harmed financially.”

One of the problems with clinical trials for psychedelics is that, even in blind studies, it is apparent to everyone who has taken a mind-altering substance and who has not. That runs the risk of skewing results. The most comprehensive trials also have included intense psychotherapy rather than relying on the drugs alone. Sample sizes and study durations generally have been quite limited also.

Harvey is not vehemently against the therapies but he would like to see more evidence they work, are safe and are worth the significant financial outlay and staffing required to deliver them, especially amid a shortage of mental health workers.

Paul Fitzgerald is head of the Australian National University school of medicine and psychology and is a qualified psychiatrist. His research interests include PTSD and depression as well as psychedelic-assisted psychotherapy.

“I think in some of the trials it looked a little bit better than (the success rate suggested by Harvey). But, given the limitations we have in terms of the trials, I just don’t think we really know the results yet,” Fitzgerald says.

He is collecting real-world clinical data through a project he is running through ANU, though he says it will take time to develop a clear picture of things.

“One of the very big unanswered questions here is, how much of these treatments is a one-off; do you do the therapy and then it has benefits for years? Or is this something, like most other treatments in psychiatry, where the condition is going to come back again and patients will require further rounds of treatment? That’s a really critical but at this stage unanswered question.”

It is a question he is working hard to answer.

In March 2025, private health insurer Medibank Private announced it would invest $50m across the next five years into mental health support. A portion of that will fund a psychotherapy program for eligible patients to analyse their clinical outcomes. Information from that trial will be fed back to the database being run by Fitzgerald.

“We’re certainly seeing in the very preliminary analysis that patients are responding to these treatments, having substantial reductions in their PTSD,” he says.

“What we don’t have yet is the sort of longer-term follow-up to see how long those benefits last. And what we also don’t have yet is some of the data we’re hoping to get, in terms of the collaboration with Medibank Private, which is how these treatments look in terms of cost effectiveness.

“We need to understand whether that upfront cost pays off over time, including through a reduction in the necessity of other treatments and increasing people’s ability to get back into a productive lifestyle.”

The support

Supporters point to limited but seemingly encouraging clinical data.

However, these therapies certainly are not for everyone. They are not appropriate for people with certain medical and psychiatric disorders or those taking particular medications. Even patients taking antidepressants will need to wean off their medication before being allowed to take these drugs.

The therapy also is not advised for people who have taken the drugs recreationally.

Many of those working with psychedelics describe the drugs as last-line treatments for people who often are unable to live their lives well and who don’t have other options.

Winlo says when the therapies do work, small changes can happen quickly.

“Often, the steps start small because we’re dealing with people who’ve been really severely disabled by their mental health condition, in some cases for many years,” he says.

“Patients will turn up the next morning wearing colours for the first time in years. Or say: ‘I’m going to cook for myself today’, or ‘I took out the garbage’.

“These small steps are the building blocks where we help people back into their lives.”

While the pool of patients treated with the therapies is still somewhat small, Winlo says his team has tracked the progress of all of them and he is not aware of any who have returned to taking medications to treat their mood disorders.

Jon Laugharne is a psychiatrist based in Perth who oversees MDMA-led therapies alongside Winlo. He is also the group’s psychedelics prescriber and says so far the clinic has prescribed MDMA to more than 20 patients.

“Having worked in psychiatry for 30 plus years, this is the biggest step forward that I’ve seen in my working career,” Laugharne says.

“The idea is that it makes the brain very neuroplastic for days, if not weeks, and it creates this opportunity. What we’re seeing with patients is new ideas and perspectives, they have new ways of seeing the world and their experiences start to land very quickly in the integration session, sometimes even on the dosing day.

“Some people say: ‘I’m finding new rooms in my mind and new doors to walk through that I didn’t realise were there.’ ”

Results from the clinic also are fed back to the national database at ANU. Laugharne says the clinic has data from the first patients treated with the therapies a little more than a year ago and most are continuing to show improvements.

He understands, to an extent, the reservations about psychedelic therapy. But Laugharne argues the regulations in place mean there are plenty of safeguards to protect patients from harm.

“There are always going to be questions,” Laugharne says. “There’s always going to be potential risks and you always want to minimise those. But what do these patients who are really struggling do in the meantime, while we’re waiting for the next study and the next study?”

According to the TGA, there have not been any recorded adverse effects from approved MDMA or psilocybin use since the drugs were down-scheduled.

It has been about eight months since Ballantine received her treatment and she describes herself as being in remission. She also is back at work.

Now, the photographs of Wesley that once were banished painfully from the walls and countertops of her home are back on proud display.

Sure, she still gets triggered. But she says her nervous system is better equipped to cope with those triggers and the challenges life throws at her. She says she also has some new perspectives.

“The anniversary of my son’s death is on January 5 and my birthday is on January 6,” she says. “So, I’m faced with this situation where I can either have that reaction for the rest of my life and just be impacted by this rollercoaster of loss and celebration.

“You get to a fork in the road and it becomes a choice of how you see things.

“I’m just so lucky that I get a birthday. That’s been a lesson for me; I have the gift of life. When you lose a life like that, in a heartbeat, you understand the sanctity of it. I honour my son by honouring my own life and living my life well.”

Here is the link:

https://www.theaustralian.com.au/health/mental-health/inside-the-secretive-but-growing-world-of-mdmaled-therapy/news-story/3cf3f52f12d3c9c2d52b048785b1453c

It is interesting to see how the use of MDMA is evolving and loosing its stigma!

David.

Tuesday, April 29, 2025

If There Is One Area Where Experience Really Counts It Is Obstetrics!

If there is one type of medical emergency that always really scared me it was obstetric emergencies!

If things go pear – shaped, having an expert with 20+ years of obstetric experience is really vital to get the best outcome consistently.

With 2 people at risk I always found these emergencies a huge worry and nothing could relax like the presence of a grey-haired obstetrician who was there to help and had seen it all before!

Calls grow for urgent fix to private birthing crisis

The shutdown of private birthing units is set to blow the national health budget, with new modelling showing the decline of private births could cost taxpayers an extra $1bn a year.

Natasha Robinson

8:30PM April 13, 2025.

The shutdown of private birthing units is set to blow the national health budget unless there is an urgent fix, with new economic modelling showing that even on relatively conservative estimates, the decline of private births could cost taxpayers an extra $1bn a year.

The extraordinary figure would wipe out a large chunk of the extra money the commonwealth and states are set to pour into public hospitals in coming years, with many thousands of women left with little option but to rely on public hospital antenatal clinics and to give birth in public labour wards.

Economic analysis of birthing trends by Monash University professor Emily Callander presented at a recent medical forum shows that if a 50 per cent decline in births in the private system were to eventuate – a not unrealistic estimate – then taxpayers would subsidise public system antenatal care and labour ward delivery to the tune of $1bn annually. The costs are amplified because the analysis also revealed that birthing in the more efficient private system, which is partly paid for by private health insurance premiums, costs taxpayers less than if women gave birth in a public hospital.

Eighteen birth units have closed in private hospitals in Australia over the past seven years, about 10 of them in the past three to four years.

“A decline in private births means that there is of course an increase in public births,” Professor Callander told the recent Australian Birth Forum hosted by the National Association of Specialist Obstetricians and Gynaecologists. “This has a very important impact upon the costs to public funders.”

The upcoming analysis, which is pending publication in a major scientific journal, arose from analysis of a large dataset of 350,000 births between 2016 and 2019. The data was rigorously adjusted to account for clinical factors, socio-economic status and other variables so the births could be compared like for like.

Professor Callander, the only economist in the country specialising in women’s and children’s health, has presented high-level results at scientific meetings over the past year from her research with Monash University colleague Professor Helena Teede that indicates birthing is significantly safer for women and babies under the continuous care of obstetricians in private hospitals, and at a cheaper overall cost. 

The reason that like births are cheaper in the private system irrespective of consumers footing out-of-pocket costs and insurers subsidising care is likely that care is more efficient in the private system with greater continuity, and that intervention is planned and more commonly avoids adverse outcomes. It also seems that public hospitals are much less likely to count costs when it comes to birth whereas private hospitals are under financial pressures and control costs well.

Importantly, the cost of managing complications such as massive haemorrhages or baby resuscitation is greater in public hospitals because these complications are much more common. Litigation relating to catastrophic events is on the rise against public hospitals.

Professor Callander said if the nation were to see a 10 per cent total decline in private birthing units, the net cost impact would result in public hospital funders tipping in an extra $189m per year. If there were a 30 per cent decline, taxpayers would foot a $380m bill. If there were a 50 per cent decline, public hospital costs would soar to just shy of a $1bn increase per year, increasing to $1.5bn if private birthing became extinct in Australia.

That was exactly the prediction delivered in a paper published in the Medical Journal of Australia last year that examined Australia’s declining fertility rates and public and private birthing trends. The paper posited that private birthing would be extinct in Australia by 2030.

The Australian’s medical columnist, Stephen Robson, an obstetrician and professor of medicine at ANU, undertook the economic analysis. A co-author of that paper, Catholic Healthcare Australia director of health policy Katharine Bassett, said the Callander research bolstered the case for an urgent fix to Australia’s declining private birthrates and escalating private birth unit shutdowns. CHA is in a unique position to comment as it runs both private and public hospitals.

“This latest research shows the collapse of private maternity services isn’t just a crisis for families – it’s a major blow to taxpayers,” Dr Bassett said. “Public hospitals, which are already stretched beyond capacity, simply do not have the capacity to take on this additional burden.

“Private hospitals deliver high-quality, efficient maternity care and give women real choice, but right now they’re being asked to deliver that care at a loss. CHA is calling for a national private price to ensure insurer funding reflects the true cost of delivering safe, sustainable maternity services.

“Every private birthing unit that closes isn’t just a loss for one community – it triggers a ripple effect across the entire health system, increasing pressure on public hospitals and driving up costs for everyone.”

Dr Nisha Khot, president of the Royal Australia and New Zealand College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists, at the weekend described private birth units shutdowns as “the canary in the coalmine” for what might lie ahead as pressures on public hospitals increase.

Former health minister Greg Hunt, now an honorary Melbourne enterprise professor at the University of Melbourne, has put forward a five-point plan to address the crisis, including national laws on maternity and birth, changes to the private health insurance tier system and risk equalisation pool.

Private Healthcare Australia CEO Rachel David said insurers were also extremely concerned about the viability of private maternity services, and were working with the commonwealth on policy ideas to address the crisis. PHA is pointing to scope of practice changes in a recent commonwealth review and wants obstetricians, midwives and GPs to lead shared care maternity models in the private hospital system.

“The current decline of private maternity care is driven by a range of factors including out-of-pocket fees to see an obstetrician during pregnancy, which is a cost health funds are not legally permitted to cover,” Dr David said. “Chronic workforce shortages across the country, the cost-of-living crisis and the declining fertility rate are also adding to the burden.

“Health funds are also concerned about the high cost of gold health insurance to access maternity care. Gold cover is becoming too expensive for some people, including younger people wanting to start a family.

“We want more flexibility than the current tiering system allows, so we can tailor products to people wanting maternity cover without other expensive inclusions typically used by older people.

“Confining the most expensive medical treatments to the gold tier attracts people who know they are going to claim. This creates a high-risk pool where the cost of care compounds and rises quickly. This is often unsustainable for health funds.

“We look forward to working with health professionals, hospitals and governments to discuss this proposal and refine it, so we can find a way forward.”

Natasha Robinson and Steve Robson have declared a personal relationship.

Here is the link:

https://www.theaustralian.com.au/health/calls-grow-for-urgent-fix-to-private-birthing-crisis/news-story/8c4def7fb03db853ee1d2e9310479b18

Sadly obstetrics is an awful job – broken sleep, multiple risks and continuous medico-legal threat – and so it is a young man’s game! Many get really good at it, and just as they do, they decide to go for the quiet life! Of course, happy mums and babies are the reward!

So fixing this crisis, even with the rewards,  is going to be no easy task I reckon!

This issue might be a use-case for expert tele-medical support, but it would take some organization, and you still often need expert physical intervention.

The issue is that when things go wrong, finding the skills needed quicky to cope can be pretty tricky!

I suspect this is never going to be an easy one to fix!

David.

Sunday, April 27, 2025

I Suspect Apple Did Not Really Know What They Had When They Introduced The Apple Watch!

This appeared last week:

The Australian buyers who say Apple Watch saved their lives as device celebrates 10th birthday

Jared Lynch

Byron Bay's Rick Shearman says his Apple Watch saved his life after he was swept out to sea.

27 April, 2024

A group of Australians say they are still alive thanks to Apple Watch, as the world’s top selling smartwatch marks its 10th anniversary.

Steve Jobs’ right-hand design man, Jony Ive, envisaged Apple Watch as an iPod-type device that could be worn on a wrist. But it has evolved into much more.

For Apple it represents its leap into the lucrative health monitoring market. While its AirPods Pro 2 earbuds can perform hearing tests, its watches can now detect atrial fibrillation, sleep apnoea, monitor audio levels and more. It can even automatically call an ambulance and alert a family member or friend – even if the user is unconscious and doesn’t have a phone.

Apple now dominates the $US32.05bn smartwatch market, with about a 30 per cent share, according to Statista.

This compares with its next biggest competitor Samsung at 10.1 per cent, with China’s Huawei coming third at 6.9 per cent.

So we take a look at its 10 top features and how the Apple Watch has managed to dominate the market.

Emergency SOS

Byron Bay’s Rick Shearman says he owes his life to his smart watch. Last July, he was swept 1.6km out to sea but called out emergency services using the SOS function on his Apple Watch Ultra.

Despite the swell tossing Shearman around, the Westpac Lifesaver Rescue Helicopter was able to pinpoint his exact location using the watch’s in-built GPS.

He was able to speak to emergency services via the watch’s speaker, which helped him keep calm until he was winched to safety.

Ambulance services don’t have data on how many Australians are using the device’s SOS function, nor were they able to comment about how it was assisting paramedics by feeding them precise GPS coordinates (Apple introduced in-built GPS in the Series 2 watch in 2016).

But other Australians say they would not be still alive without the watch’s “hidden features”.

Heart health

Lexie Northcott, from southwest Victoria, received an Apple Watch on her 16th birthday in 2019, but in the first year of use the device kept lighting up with low heart rate notifications.

Lexie Northcott’s Apple Watch detected low heart rates for about a year. She was later diagnosed with a life-threatening heart block.

“I’d just ignore it,” Ms Northcott said.

Dismissing it because she believed herself to be young and fit, Ms Northcott did not even mention it to a doctor until she needed treatment for a rash on her neck. But her mother Karla Northcott said they needed to push for an ECG.

It transpired Ms Northcote had a heart block – a condition where the electrical signals of your heart don’t conduct properly. She later saw a specialist in Melbourne and had a pacemaker fitted and is now back to exercising.’

Lexie Northcott’s Apple Watch detected low heart rates for about a year. An ECG revealed a heart block requiring a pacemaker to be fitted.

Fall detection

Six weeks after receiving an Apple Watch for his birthday in 2021, Bruce Mildenhall went on a cycle ride in Victoria’s Macedon Ranges, and he was glad he took his device with him.

He was knocked off his bike by a kangaroo. Despite his mind going blank, his watch automatically called an ambulance and alerted his wife.

Bruce Mildenhall owes his life to his Apple Watch, which automatically called an ambulance after a kangaroo knocked him of his bike.

“It was fairly explicit,” Mr Mildenhall said about the message the watch sent to his wife.

“It said ‘Bruce has had a hard fall, hasn’t responded, this is where he is’.

“There was this bang, bang bang on the side of the ambulance and they put the window down and she said ‘You got Bruce Mildenhall in there and is he alive?’”

A good night’s sleep

Apple introduced sleep apnoea detection on its latest series of watches last September. The function is yet to be approved in Australia but represents the device’s future.

ASX-listed medical device maker ResMed has already endorsed it, saying it will help more people from “suffocating in their sleep”.

Sumbul Desai, vice-president of health at Apple, said if left untreated, sleep apnoea can have “significant consequences”, including increased risk of hypertension, type 2 diabetes and cardiac issues.

“(It is) a major health condition that impacts over a billion people worldwide,” Dr Desai said.

“But one of the biggest challenges is that 80 per cent of people with sleep apnoea are undiagnosed, so they don’t know they have the condition to detect sleep apnoea.”

Lord of the rings

Apple Watch is celebrating its 10th anniversary.

Part of wearing a smart device is positive reinforcement, after all, you want to feel good about wearing it. And Apple does this with its activity rings.

There are three: representing move, exercise and stand. A user can select their goals for each and there is an element of satisfaction when you close them all.

The rings have become that popular that last week Apple offered a limited edition award to those who managed to close all their rings in one day. all Apple Watch users are encouraged to close their Activity rings to earn a special Global Close Your Rings Day limited-edition award, along with animated stickers for Messages.

There’s a method to Apple’s madness. It says people who closed their rings regularly were 48 per cent less likely to experience poor sleep quality — defined as waking up frequently during the night — and 73 per cent less likely to experience elevated resting heart rate levels compared with infrequent ring closers.

Apple said they were also 57 per cent less likely to report elevated stress, as measured by the Perceived Stress Scale-4, a four-item questionnaire designed to assess an individual’s perception of their stress levels.

Australia’s bonus feature

Apple Watch users in Australia can access one feature that Americans can’t: blood oxygen measurements. This was introduced in the series 6 in 2020.

A blood oxygen level represents the percentage of oxygen your red blood cells carry from your lungs to the rest of your body. Knowing how well your blood performs this vital task can help you understand your overall wellness.

But Apple pulled the feature in the US as part of a patent feud with company Masimo over its blood oxygen feature. The ban did not affected Australian sales.

Loud and clear

In its series 10 watches, Apple allowed users the ability to play music for the first time from its built-in speakers, which featured a new design.

The audio might not be the same quality as listening through AirPods but if you’re doing housework and want to listen to a podcast or live radio without wearing headphones, it’s handy.

I tried it riding on my bike, downhill, whiskers rippling in the breeze – and my mother-in-law was surprised that she could still hear me clearly, despite not having the watch anywhere near my face. It was where it should be – on my wrist down near the handlebars.

Bigger and brighter screens

Apple Watch Series 10 features a wide-angle OLED display, which Apple says optimises each pixel to emit more light at wider angles, and is up to 40 per cent brighter than Apple Watch Series 9 when viewed from an angle.

Another series 10 upgrade was the screen. Apple increased the brightness by 40 per cent when viewed at an angle – which is the case when most of us glance at our watches. It also increased the size of the screen 10 per cent.

Apple achieved a bigger screen not by just increasing the size of the device but also making the screen borders – which contain the electronics – thinner and curved around the edges.

This might not seem a big deal, but Apple showed me how far it has come since the original Apple Watch, which was a square screen with thick black borders, which it tried to hide by using black backgrounds.

Keeping it classy

A frequent criticism of Apple Watches is that they aren’t in the same league as more up-market timepieces, despite outselling the entire Swiss watchmaking industry since 2019,

Apple has continued its collaboration with Hermes,  when it sold 31 million units – 10 million more than the Swiss.

But if you’re after jewellery, Apple has an agreement with Hermes, which it began with the series 2 in 2016, with pricing starting at $2109.

The partnership includes not only different hardware, like specific bands that evoke Hermes’ saddlery heritage, but also exclusive watch faces for those who prefer a bit of extra bling.

Out of your depth

The new depth gauge can measure down to 6 metres beneath the water’s surface, and the new water temperature sensor measures the temperature of the water.

It now incorporates a training load, which measures how the intensity and duration of workouts impact a user’s body over time, which can help users make informed decisions about their training each day – a similar feature Garmin offers.

There is even now a depth gauge, which comes on automatically when the watch is submerged, as Apple seeks to make it useful for more extreme activities, like scuba diving.

For those who prefer surfing or fishing, there is also a tides app. Using your location, it can immediately provide you with data about your nearest beach.

Here is the link:

https://www.theaustralian.com.au/business/technology/the-australian-buyers-who-say-apple-watch-saved-their-lives-as-device-celebrates-10th-birthday/news-story/bed3bef4d22c6311852509ad6a5532f8

I suspect, like many, that I am the proud owner of a variety of old watches which are filling up a small corner of my study drawer. Once you have used one it is very hard to think of a reason to go back except for cosmetic reasons or deep diving, They look good, are blindingly accurate, are not zillions of dollars and can save your life! What is not to like!

I reckon Apple are quietly surprised how successful they have been! If you are over 50 or so there is no reason not to have one and some good reasons to!

David.

AusHealthIT Poll Number 791 – Results – 27 April 2025.

Here are the results of the recent poll.

Do You Believe Pope Francis Has Been A "Good" Pope?

Yes                                                                11 (69%)

No                                                                    1 (6%)

I Have No Idea                                                4 (25%)

Total No. Of Votes: 16

A majority see him as having done an OK job

Any insights on the poll are welcome, as a comment, as usual!

Very low voter turnout. Seems like it was not a good question, My bad!

4 of 16 who answered the poll admitted to not being sure about the answer to the question!

Again, many, many thanks to all those who voted! 

David.

Friday, April 25, 2025

I Think This Is Worth A Read To Gain Some Insight Into What Can Trigger Awful Decline And Suffering.

This appeared last week:

Diary of a millennial anorexic: 5 rehabs and 15 lost years

Lara Bowman reveals how she went from being a happy child from a wealthy background to solitary confinement in a treatment centre.

LARA BOWMAN

20 April, 2025

Three years ago, my befuddled brain decided it wanted a cigarette. I stood up and then came the bark, “Sit down. You aren’t allowed to get up.” I had forgotten I was not allowed to get off the sofa without permission. If I needed a glass of water, I had to ask a fellow inmate in the “semi-acute psychiatric facility” to bring it to me.

I was anorexic, and the few steps to the tap were apparently too strenuous for my flimsy, palpitating heart.

Anorexia is the attempt to deny all needs but ends up making you the neediest of all. I had this realisation fittingly on the loo, trying and failing to relieve myself in front of a male nurse. Dignity long gone and used to this routine by now, I couldn’t have cared less.

I can pinpoint the beginning of my anorexia precisely. I caught the mother of all stomach bugs in July 2009, when I was 14. I was bedridden for a month. I lost about 1st in the first week, partially due to my mother’s misguided attempt to starve the bug out. She eventually succeeded, but I’m not sure she ever got her daughter back.

Emerging from my semi-catatonic state, I felt high, emotionless, untouchable. I liked it. So, I just kept going. Still unaware of the existence of a calorie, I mimicked my mother. Skip dinner; stick to vegetables and fish. Kaboom — I was still high. Like any addict, I spent the next 15 years chasing the euphoria of the first fix, but it was never quite as good. So far this morbid pursuit has resulted in seven years in five treatment centres, about thirty medications and a catalogue of psychiatric diagnoses in double digits. This is not to forget countless broken relationships, three incomplete degrees and a lot of my parents’ money.

In many ways I am an archetypal anorexic: female, privileged, perfectionist, bright and white. In my last stint in treatment, my father wrote me a letter that was read out in front of my fellow inmates. He wrote, “Lara’s childhood wasn’t perfect, but she was never hit, there was love, and she grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth. By any objective measure Lara’s life should not have been traumatic, but it patently is.” This is true. I grew up in beautiful houses in Clapham, south London, that featured in the pages of House & Garden. My mum was alternately an interior designer and a stockbroker and the mother of six children. My dad made Coca-Cola ads before he joined Ernst & Young to pay for the ever expanding family. We went to the best private schools, enjoyed lavish holidays and saw the coming and going of nine nannies.

Grown-ups would speak about my mother in awed whispers. She was the supermum of south London. We were the Clapham Von Trapps, dressed in pinafore dresses imported from Hong Kong. Despite the mob of children, the house was always spotless. Perpendicular family portraits lined the walls, our blonde hair perfectly coiffed, smiling obediently into the middle distance in matching white T-shirts.

Still unaware of the existence of a calorie, I mimicked my mother. Skip dinner; stick to vegetables and fish. Kaboom — I was still high. Like any addict, I spent the next 15 years chasing the euphoria of the first fix, but it was never quite as good.

My mother is a quintessentially type-A personality — like most anorexics, incidentally. Rigid, disciplined, hyperorganised and fundamentally controlled, she ran our lives like clockwork. Every minute was accounted for — six lives managed like well-oiled machines. The problem was that I kept accidentally knocking things over, disrupting our neatly ordered world. My mother was baffled by me. Understandably confused as to why I could read Jane Austen at eight but had a habit of tidying newspapers into the fridge, she got me tested for special needs. The psychologist likened my brain to a wardrobe with the hangers messed up on the floor. He diagnosed me with dyslexia, confirmed that I was bright but said that I had a statistically odd brain. He missed the attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, an omission that is unfortunately common for girls. People with ADHD are four times more likely to struggle with eating disorders.

My mum was an almond mum before the term was coined. One week tuna was in; the next, the mercury-infested morsel was banned. Mary Poppins-style, we would guzzle spoonfuls of various fishy oils. We would be allowed two or three Halloween sweets and the rest would still be in the cupboard the next year. We didn’t use toothpaste, as my mum feared fluoride. On playdates, I would precociously declare that Nutella was toxic and frozen pizza was for lazy people.

Being overweight was a moral failure. My father idolised actors who looked like Keira Knightley. My mother said crop tops should only be worn with a washboard stomach. While I don’t think her approach to food gave me an eating disorder, it helped provide the framework for it. All the children were subjected to the same routine. Between me and my two sisters, we have struggled with the trio of eating disorders: one had bulimia, one wrestled with binge-eating and I was anorexic. However, I am the only one who has been institutionalised.

The less you eat, the less you feel

Over the summer, after my tummy bug, I was just eating boiled vegetables. I famously ate half a raisin and put it back in the cupboard for later. Initially, I was praised for my turbocharged self-restraint. “I knew you’d realise you liked salad,” my mother said. “You’ve lost your puppy fat,” my dad said.

I would stand on one leg in chemistry to “tone” and do laps of Starbucks at lunch as my peers were downing frappuccinos. Initially, I tried to keep my more left-field behaviours quiet. I feverishly watched my classmates munch cookies, overwhelmed with a mixture of disgust and jealousy. “Do you want one?” a disconcerted classmate asked. “No, I’m not hungry,” I replied. That was a lie. An early one of many. I was starving, but I was as jealous of her carefree consumption as I was of that devilishly delectable, sugar-laden bomb passing her lips.

I was ahead of the curve on food porn. My Harry Potter books were replaced by baking books. I drooled over Mary Berry’s brownie recipe so often that dribble marked the page. A pathological people-pleaser, I tried my best to keep the extent of my madness private. The mandatory 50 nightly sit-ups would be done in the bathroom. Tiles don’t creak, you see.

Then one day, Mum walked in on me while I was in the bath, curled in the foetal position. She recoiled and I heard a sob. That night I asked her to give me a bedtime cuddle. My newly protruding spine must have poked her, though. “You’re not very nice to hug any more,” she whispered in my ear.

The school called, alarmed at my weight loss and increasingly eccentric behaviour. We dutifully saw a GP, who weighed me and announced that, while underweight, I didn’t qualify for hospital treatment. GPs receive two hours of training on eating disorders, and thus, while mainly well meaning, they don’t know what they’re talking about.

My mother tried her best. She accompanied me to an endless parade of doctors’ appointments. A weekly charade would ensue. I would chug gallons of water to artificially add the pounds, put on my reasonable face and agree to eat malt loaf. They would warn me of the impending horrors of ill health if I didn’t get my act together: osteoporosis, which my mother already had; heart attacks; flaky skin; infertility; early death.

After the weekly weigh-in, I would try to eat my dinner that night but it would never last. I didn’t want to upset anyone, but I had become possessed. Consumed by the art of not consuming. Semi-starvation dulls cognitive function. The less you eat, the less you feel. What was going on in my brain is difficult to describe, and even to me sounds insane. The wires had sort of got crossed. That homely, safe satiation after macaroni cheese evoked terror rather than pleasure. Emptiness was associated with purity and dignity — even when becoming incontinent.

To eat or not to eat. Simples. This streamlining is wonderfully comforting to a tweeny brain overwhelmed by the idea of the fast-encroaching chaos of the adult world. Problem is, neural pathways have a habit of sticking.

I would eat once every two days

It is common for girls with undiagnosed ADHD to fall apart at university. Outside the strictures of school life, responsibilities and possibilities multiply. This can send the dodgy satellite system of the ADHD brain spinning. I was also burnt out. During my A-levels, I had worked 14 hours a day, timetabling every minute, and had seen so little sunlight that my tennis teacher told me I looked like a vampire and that I was going bald. Having failed to hand in an essay, I left Durham University after a term.

This precipitated a full flip into hedonism. The failed perfectionist era had started. I would rather fail on my own terms. I went on my gap yah. Had a ski season, ate lots of cake and went off to the University of Bristol the next September. I made wonderful friends and we partied hard. The next three years were a yoyo of extreme highs and lows. My chums had now joined me in my fantasy world. We would prance around festivals draped in fairy lights, propelled by a concoction of dreams and drugs until we dropped into a narcotic-induced slump. We were the worst intake that Bristol had seen in 15 years. The chaos excused my tics. I fitted right in.

I’d regularly skip dinner and down copious amounts of vodka instead. One time I met a couple while they were graffitiing on the side of the road and paid them to tattoo me. I wanted Donald Duck on my bum; they kindly suggested my shoulder. I was once interviewed by the passport office having lost five passports in two years in various clubs. They concluded that I was not a criminal but an idiot.

It took a while for this to raise alarm. My weight was propped up by alcohol and erratic night eating. I would eat once every two days and my speech was slurred. My third-year flat was nicknamed “the crack den”. I slept in my ski gear on a sheetless bed — the radiator was broken and the flat was too much of a tip to tell the landlord. Food was becoming increasingly intermittent, and for the first time I called my mother and asked for help.

Unbeknown to me, she had been working behind the scenes on an intervention. “Lara, there’s a place you should go which will help you. You can go to Cape Town over the summer and it will make everything all better.”

The insanity of my illness hit me like a sledgehammer

And so I found myself in a minibus in Cape Town, speeding past the townships to the poshest part. We passed three dead bodies. I’d never seen this kind of poverty before. We arrived at Bishopscourt, a maze of mansions cordoned off in rectangular blocks with 10ft barbed wire fences and private security cars whizzing past. The insanity of my illness hit me like a sledgehammer. Here were all these rich white girls being cajoled to eat by black nurses, and people were starving down the road.

I was stripped, weighed and carted off to the psychiatrist. I confounded the poor man, who flatly refused to believe that I was purely anorexic. He added ADHD and bulimia to my psychiatric rap sheet, despite my complete lack of a gag reflex. The girl in front of him had lost more than 50 phones, dropped out of two universities and was still dressed in wet festival clothes, with glitter in every crevice. A form I’d just filled in asked what drugs I’d taken in the past two days. I couldn’t remember; I didn’t want to be caught lying so I just ticked everything apart from crack, meth and heroin. I’m a good girl, you see. “Your brain must be like oil and water,” he said, perplexed.

This was full-on rehab. I lasted three days before I demanded to come home. Screaming matches adjudicated by my therapist ensued. My parents flatly refused. This was fair. So I just refused to eat. No amount of cajoling stopped my hunger strike.

I discovered my spunk in rehab. Unadulterated anger exploded out of me, seeping out of my pores like the stench of vodka. After a couple of weeks I was put into solitary confinement for three days. No one supervised me. I quickly found the blind spot in the CCTV and started stuffing my food into sanitary bags and hiding them in the cupboard. This was the final straw. After a month, my mother got a call in London telling her I was in the lobby and she had to pick me up now. Difficult to do from another continent.

Then one day, Mum walked in on me while I was in the bath, curled in the foetal position. She recoiled and I heard a sob. That night I asked her to give me a bedtime cuddle. My newly protruding spine must have poked her, though. “You’re not very nice to hug any more,” she whispered in my ear.

I was bussed to another rehab centre in Cape Town. This was less bougie and presided over by a man, now dead, whose therapy style has put three people I know of into trauma counselling. By this point I could not string a sentence together; stress had short-circuited my brain. I was assigned a personal nurse. I was also thought to be a flight risk and banned from having contact with my family.

My eating disorder being challenged head-on was, to put it bluntly, torture. But the carefully constructed narrative of my life and world was also crumbling. For all his faults, this therapist could cut through your bullshit in five minutes. There were a few light bulb moments.

Maybe my childhood hadn’t been perfect? My mother’s favoured form of discipline was icy silence. After her parents’ messy divorce, she had vowed never to shout at her children. I remember wishing she would, to get it over with. Her mother had repeatedly abandoned her for a parade of men. Her response to this was to decide emotions weren’t needed. If we were worried, anxious or upset, she would tell us to get up, move on, that it was not helpful to be upset. This steely approach to life was probably solidified by being one of the few women in the City during the Eighties. The family joke is that no one has ever heard her say sorry. Like most of my siblings, I absorbed this. Hypersensitive as a child, I learnt quickly that this was a weakness to be quashed. Not eating was quite a good way to do it. Problem was, in my attempt to shrink myself into non-existence, my torment had increasingly encroached on other people’s lives. My parents once called living with me Chinese water torture.

Maybe I was a narcissistic, spoiled, selfish mess who needed to take some responsibility for her life?

I gained weight — and dropped it fast

After four months, Mum agreed to let me come home for a visit. I left my visa behind and conveniently got banned from South Africa. My therapist called me the next day; I was already drunk, en route to a rave. She asked me whether I’d forgotten the visa on purpose. I told her I hadn’t, but I would have done if I’d had the wherewithal to think of it.

I spent a year in a ridiculously ritzy halfway house. I had gained a lot of weight — more than I was meant to. My body clung to nourishment after years of famine. This, I decided, meant the shrinks and dietitians were wrong. They had stuffed me up like a battery chicken and I quickly rectified the situation. I dropped weight fast, but had no intention of being sent back to Cape Town, so slipped back into straddling the line of acceptability weight-wise — a healthy weight, but just.

At this point, I was on ten psychiatric medications. The shrinks would ask whether they were working and I would be like, “Which one? I’m on all of them.” I don’t trust psychiatrists. They all have different answers and they can’t all be right. One thing did help though: stimulant medication for my ADHD. Suddenly I could focus. I could finish an assignment. I went back to university, this time in London, and started handing in essays. All was ticking along nicely, in a semi-functional manner.

Here is the link:

https://www.theaustralian.com.au/health/mental-health/diary-of-a-millennial-anorexic-5-rehabs-and-15-lost-years/news-story/ce51b43a700a11cf8754b1497337425b

I have to say this is a terrifying view of awful personal suffering. I wonder can anyone help her out of the deep hole she seems to have disappeared down? Really a very, very sad chronicle of some awful human suffering!

David.