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Battle to stay ahead of mental health turnstile never ends

- By Joe Mozingo Los Angeles Times

>> The sense of emptiness gutted him. Sketching in his notebook in the dim light of his room didn’t bring Sergio Nuño the usual solace. He could barely summon the will to pour a bowl of cereal.

Nuño, 23, was on summer break from community college and laid low by depression and anxiety. He rarely left his parents’ apartment in Compton.

Late one night in August 2019, intrusive thoughts were telling him to bang his head on the wall. Trying to stop the suicidal impulses, he clenched his jaw and paced circles in the living room until his mother and father woke up.

The only therapists and psychiatri­sts his parents, immigrants from Jalisco, Mexico, ever saw were on TV. Back home, going to one branded you as crazy.

In South Los Angeles and surroundin­g areas like Compton, mental disorders mostly go untreated until they have caused irreparabl­e damage.

Many of them are inextricab­ly tied to other calamities that befall people who live in L.A.’s poorest neighborho­ods at disproport­ionate rates. Even before COVID-19 hit, Latino and Black people here were dealing with more poverty, addiction, unemployme­nt, chronic disease, homelessne­ss, disability and childhood trauma, all of which worsen mental conditions, which then further feed those underlying problems.

Behavioral health practition­ers fear the pandemic has accelerate­d this spiral in a way they will be coping with for years and decades to come.

Under the Affordable Care Act, Medi-Cal began covering care for mild to moderate mental health conditions in 2013, but access to care has remained low in low-income areasof color. The city of Compton has just five licensed psychologi­sts. Santa Monica, slightly smaller in population, has 361. The system is skewed heavily toward those in wealthier communitie­s who can pay out of pocket.

“What I see in South L.A. is unfathomab­le,” said Dr. P.K. Fonsworth, a bilingual addiction psychiatri­st who works at Martin Luther King Jr. Community Hospital in Willowbroo­k. “There’s two different Americas in mental health.”

Four days a week, the psychiatri­st works in the emergency room at MLK and sees the relentless ravages of longuntrea­ted mental illness.

With his parents’ help, Nuño found his way to MLK’s outpatient clinic on Rosecrans Avenue. He was lucky his father had a family insurance plan through his job at the Cheesecake Factory in Cerritos. Fonsworth prescribed him medication and scheduled him for biweekly follow-ups.

Within weeks, the improvemen­t in Nuño’s mental health was palpable. He had a job at Home Depot, began selling his artwork, and was accepted to the Otis College of Art and Design for next fall. He wants to become a toy designer.

“When we invest in people and care for people, they can get better and have more meaningful and connected lives,” said Fonsworth.

But he likens to much of what he does to treating “end-stage organ damage” because the preventati­ve care did not occur.

Mental health in South L.A. has been so neglected it is still largely uncharted terrain.

“The number of people in need is massive,” said Dr. Jonathan Sherin, director of the Los Angeles County Department of Mental Health. “The exact number is difficult if not impossible to track because the system is so fragmented.”

L.A. County operates centers to treat people with more serious mental illness, but they are vastly inadequate. There is no clean hand-off from hospital emergency rooms for acute patients, or to the managed care plans for those who are improving — leaving bureaucrat­ic fissures on both sides.

“It’s a deep hole and you just fall into it,” said Sonya Young Aadam , chief executive of the advocacy group California Black Women’s Health Project. “We call it a system, but it isn’t a system.”

The Department of Mental Health is working to bring a “full continuum of services” to South Los Angeles, Sherin said, in part with the opening next year of the $335-million Mark Ridley-Thomas Behavioral Health Center, with 32 beds for acute patients.

But one of the biggest obstacles to care in South L.A. is the overall lack of outreach to Black and Latino communitie­s to remove the stigma from mental health care.

Courtney, 35, first summoned the courage to seek treatment with the county 11 years ago. When she got off the bus on East 120th Street and saw the sign for the Augustus F. Hawkins Mental Health Building, she flushed and walked in the other direction, terrified someone she knew might see her.

When she saw no one paying attention, she switched course and slipped inside.

Courtney, who is Black and asked to use only her first name, was raised at first by her father’s mom in Perris in Riverside County. Her grandmothe­r was nurturing, and they slept in the same bed, talking as they fell asleep. When her “Nana” sensed Courtney was awake in the morning, she’d ticklescar­e her: “Raaa!”

But Courtney’s life was upended at age 8 when her mother came to take her to L.A. “I can’t live with Nana anymore?” she cried.

She does not remember if she was sad before that day, but she has felt lonely ever since.

She was bullied and isolated in school and at home by her seven siblings. Dark thoughts crept into her mind. She questioned her own existence. “I felt like wasted space,” she said.

Even if she turned to her closest aunt, her dad’s sister, she was rebuffed. “You should just shake it off.” She didn’t even bother telling her mother.

“When you talk to someone who doesn’t understand it,” she says, “it’s like talking to a wall.”

As she grew older, she saw movies with white people seeing therapists, and ads for antidepres­sants asking: Do “you feel sad or lonely?” Slowly she developed a nascent awareness of the concept of mental health care.

And so she found herself at Augustus Hawkins that day, speaking to the therapist, releasing a lifetime of bottled-up emotion. She felt like she could breathe for the first time.

While her anxiety and depression did not vanish with therapy and medication, they became more manageable. She began to socialize more.

But the stigma was pervasive and painful. Her friends and several boyfriends made comments about her medication.

“The meds are fake,” one said. “It’s a way for the industry to control you.”

“Depression’s not a real thing, everyone feels bad sometimes.”

“That’s for white people.” And when she started feeling better, she wondered if she truly needed the drugs. She fell into a cycle of dropping out of treatment, then deteriorat­ing, then going back to Hawkins.

When she wasn’t working as a security guard, she stayed in her apartment in the Nickerson Gardens Public Housing Project in Watts, cartoons playing on the TV on mute. Eventually she stopped going to Hawkins altogether.

In 2019, Courtney landed in the emergency department of MLK Community Hospital in severe pain from endometrio­sis. As part of a new initiative to integrate behavioral and medical care, a mental health counselor screened her and referred her to Fonsworth.

Since the privately managed hospital opened in 2015 as a linchpin of healthcare in South L.A., practition­ers there have been struck by the degree of mental illness and addiction in patients who came to the hospital for complicati­ons of diabetes, cancer, heart disease, emphysema.

The hospital set up a team of social workers and counselors to get those patients into long-term treatment within its own health network and outside it. Just in the first two months of 2021, Fonsworth and a mental health counselor identified 113 people in the emergency department or other wings of the hospital in need of some kind of residentia­l or outpatient therapy. Only 29 declined the referral.

On Dec. 2, while assessing patients in the hospital for psychiatri­c problems, Fonsworth examined a 42-year old homeless white man, David Varvarosky, a day after he came to the emergency room in a state of psychosis with sores all over his hands. He had tested positive for methamphet­amine and marijuana.

Varvarosky rested in a heated tent by the entrance of the overcrowde­d ER. He came out and sat in a chair, swiveling his head around, twitching slightly. Fonsworth delicately questioned him about his life.

“David, help me understand, do you have any trouble with drugs or alcohol?”

“I do drugs and alcohol, but I don’t have trouble with them.”

“Have you ever been to rehab?”

“No.”

“David, is rehab anything you’re interested in?”

“No, I don’t have a drug problem.” He mumbled about God creating drugs for a reason. “Jesus drank wine.”

“David, have any psych meds been helpful for you?”

“Yes, Buspar and Wellbutrin,” Varvarosky said. He had been in treatment at some point.

Fonsworth tried to get more at his troubles.

“David, anyone in your family die from suicide?” “Yeah.”

“Who was that?

“My dad.”

“What was going on with your dad, what happened?”

Varvarosky closed his eyes and turned away, clearly not wanting to talk about it. “I don’t know, he just shot himself.”

He was done. He just wanted to get his sores treated and get back on the street, and the next day he walked out of the emergency room with the only relief Fonsworth could give him — a month’s supply of medication­s.

Far more rewarding to Fonsworth are the patients who are open to the benefits of long-term treatment.

Courtney’s managed care through Medi-Cal stopped approving visits to Fonsworth, and she dropped out of treatment, not up to the struggle of finding another provider who understand­s her. Her anxiety is growing worse and she now fears taking medication. She’s gone to the dentist six times and each time left in a panic before she got in the chair.

But she is managing, as she always has. She wonders what her life would have been like if her mom took her to treatment in her formative years. Would she have gone to college? Would she have a profession?

“I just can’t imagine what I could have done with that help.”

 ?? FRANCINE ORR — LOS ANGELES TIMES — TNS ?? Courtney, at her home in Watts, Los Angeles, California on felt better after starting therapy and medication, but battled painful social stigma.
FRANCINE ORR — LOS ANGELES TIMES — TNS Courtney, at her home in Watts, Los Angeles, California on felt better after starting therapy and medication, but battled painful social stigma.

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