As parents and teachers coke our children up on Ritalin, retired
physician
Theodore Dalrymple recalls that it was ever thus. There
is always a convenient and harmless drug floating around to take care of our mood or
keep children quiet.
Back in the 19th century parents dosed their children up with laudanum (that’s
a solution of opium) to keep them quiet. Then in the 1960s there was
“Phenergan, an antihistamine with tranquillising effects.”
I think I must have prescribed the stuff myself in the
mid-1970s to the children of mothers who said they were going to kill
their offspring if they did not soon get a good night’s sleep.
Better a drugged baby, I thought, than a murderous mother.
There is always a fashionable drug with magical properties for setting
the world to rights.
In fact, there is a pattern in such fashions, a pattern
from which we never seem to learn. A drug that acts on the brain is
first heralded not only as a miraculous cure of some psychological ill
or other, but harmless to boot; it is later learned that not only have
its miraculous therapeutic properties been much exaggerated, but
that it is not at all harmless either.
Now, of course, the drug is Ritalin, a powerful amphetamine that we
use on our children to make them more tractable and to curb their
attention deficit disorder.