This is the first blog post in a two-part series on adolescents’ transition to the “real world.”
To view the second blog post, click here.
Intro music written and performed by Dr. Gene Beresin.
Outro music arranged and performed by Dr. Gene Beresin.
Post-traumatic stress disorder.
Even the term is a mouthful.
We often shorten the diagnosis to its initials—PTSD—but even that linguistic short-cut doesn’t take away from the fact that this is a deceptively complicated syndrome.
Sometimes really horrible things happen. Automobiles crash. Assaults, robberies, fires, natural disasters, terrorism—these are all products of our world that we hope to never have to face. Still, no one is immune; adults, children and adolescents endure horrors every day.
The bomb attack at the Ariana Grande concert in England evokes a toxic milieu of fear, anger and, worst of all, a kind of insidious fatigue.
My first big concert was Foreigner. I can’t recall who opened for them, but I remember that it was loud.
My feet stuck to the half-dried beer that was splashed across the concrete floor of Kemper Arena in Kansas City, Missouri.
This video offers two compelling chapters: first, a fictional sequence of a day in the life of a clean-cut teen addict, and second, a frank dialog with Boston Mayor Martin J. Walsh and a young man in recovery.
This blog post is part of a series entitled Real Lives, Real Stories: Personal Experiences With Mental Illness.
The Clay Center is an educational and informational outlet only, and so we do not provide clinical services or referrals for treatment. However, many of our partners here at MGH do.
Parents. Is this scenario familiar?
You’re driving the kids home from school. As always, there’s plenty to do, plenty on your mind. Maybe you’re upset because your boss is making some stupid demand that you need to review.
Christopher Keary, MD; Lisa Nowinski PhD; Christopher McDougle, MD
Sam is an adorable 5-year-old boy with curly brown hair and large inquisitive eyes. As a baby, Sam was easy! He rarely cried and seemed to entertain himself for hours – the perfect first child. But by his 1st birthday, Sam was not yet talking.