From globeandmail.com, Saturday, February 1,
Middle-class FAS: a silent epidemic?
"One glass of wine won't hurt," we often say -- but the latest research
suggests alcohol in the womb is more damaging than we guessed, even in low
doses. As MARGARET PHILP reports, Canadian stereotypes that link fetal alcohol
syndrome with poor and native mothers are misleading. It's the well-off who are
most likely to drink during pregnancy.
Janet Christie was drunk when
her son was conceived. In her first few months of pregnancy, she would cure the
morning sickness with a nip of gin. And as her belly strained against her
clothes, she was pouring stiff drinks almost every day.
Even then, in
the 1970s, before stacks of science warned of alcohol's toll on the unborn
brain, she knew drinking during pregnancy was frowned upon -- like smoking or
junk-food binges. She cut down, but for an alcoholic with a fierce case of
denial, quitting seemed about as easy as stopping breathing.
be years before it returned to haunt her as the searing regret of a
"I came from a loving family, a nuclear family, mom and
dad, brothers and sisters," Ms. Christie, now 46, says of her ordinary
upbringing in British Columbia's Fraser Valley. But she always felt she didn't
fit in. "There is alcoholism in my family, if I go back a few generations. I
believe I was born an alcoholic."
Her son was to struggle in school,
humiliated by teachers convinced he was lazy and taunted by classmates who
thought he was thick. By the time he was 13, the year she quit the bottle at
last, he was running with thuggish older boys, out until all
About a week after Ms. Christie knocked back her last drink
ever, a police officer called late one night to report that her son had been
found huddled in a closet during a bust at a crack house. "I thought he was a
good little boy who didn't even play with matches, and there he was into crack
Soon, he would descend into stealing, living off the
proceeds of prostitution, sleeping in his car. "For four years, not a day went
by that I didn't receive a phone call from a police officer or a landlord or a
neighbour or a probation officer or another parent."
wondered if her drinking had caused her son's troubles, but would push the
thought away. Not until he was 20 were her fears confirmed: He was diagnosed
with fetal alcohol syndrome (FAS) -- a declaration that his brain was
irrevocably damaged by alcohol exposure in the womb.
The profile of
FAS, once an obscure diagnosis, is on the rise. A generation ago, even most
doctors did not understand it; now, there is research aplenty to describe the
smaller, malformed brains and lifetime of struggle that result when alcohol
floods across the placenta into the womb.
Yet the label is still
pinned most often on the children of poor and, in Canada, native women, living
in squalid inner cities and remote reserves. Invisible are the middle-class
mothers who drink during their pregnancies, whose problems with the bottle are
shamefully concealed behind closed doors.
They are hardly a rare
breed, and they are not just alcoholics like Ms. Christie. In fact, the
expectant women most likely to imbibe are educated, older and of higher income
-- women with stylish clothes and decent jobs who are the patients doctors least
"It costs a lot to drink," says Peter Selby, assistant
professor in the University of Toronto's department of family and community
medicine and psychiatry. "Someone who has wine daily with meals has to afford
that money to do it. We know that FAS doesn't necessarily happen to alcoholic
In fact, with no conclusive findings on the number of drinks
a pregnant woman can consume without harming her baby, the experts conclude that
no alcohol -- not a drop -- is safe.
But when half of Canadian women
drink and half of all pregnancies are unplanned, plenty of expectant mothers are
exposing their fetuses to alcohol, if only for the short time before discovering
they are pregnant. Nobody can say for sure that their children are born
The lion's share of federal funding for FAS is poured into
programs exclusively for native children, a richly deserving population, but
hardly alone. And at the same time, Ottawa has steadfastly resisted pressure to
label wine and liquor bottles with warnings about the dangers of drinking while
"Alcohol is not racist. It's not sexist. And it's certainly
not classist," says Christine Loock, a developmental pediatrician at Vancouver's
Sunny Hill Health Centre for Children, one of Canada's leading experts on
"Poverty does magnify health risks. If you're poor, you have
less access to nutrition and health care and likely more psychosocial stressors.
So if it's pneumonia, it's worse. If it's fetal alcohol syndrome, it's worse.
But poverty doesn't cause fetal alcohol syndrome. Alcohol causes
Yet rather than be diagnosed, middle-class children with FAS are
far more often labelled as having attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, and
shunted into private schools with other learning-disabled kids.
seen many parents who are well-educated and have full-time, responsible,
management kinds of jobs who have affected children. It tends to be a bit
invisible because the mindset in Canada is that this is a native problem," says
Ab Chudley, a pediatrician in the department of biochemistry and medical
genetics at Children's Hospital in Winnipeg who has been diagnosing children
with FAS for more than a decade.
"You might think for the child who
has grown up in an upper-class area that his problems in school are behavioural
issues or ADD and not think about the fact that alcohol may be behind it. It
doesn't get recognized because it's not the first thing you think. Whereas if
the child was native and had these problems, that's the first thing you'd
"When he got the diagnosis," Ms. Christie says now, "I was
pumped. I wondered, 'Why am I so happy about this?' But I was. It answered so
many questions. It was the missing piece of the puzzle."
will she escape the guilt. "It's really, really hard to watch your kid struggle
through life, not sure whether he's going to make it or not, and knowing deep
inside it's your fault."
Joe Margetson is late. There are scraps of
paper pinned to the bulletin board above the telephone his mother's apartment in
Guelph, Ont., a collage of all the phone numbers on the circuit of his life.
They are mostly there for Joe, who struggles with the telephone book, but when
he is late or forgets appointments altogether, his mother and older sister start
dialling until they track him down.
Joe often forgets. At 23, he has
outgrown the facial traits of his FAS, except for his razor-thin upper lip, a
telltale sign. Tall and gangly, with tousled blond hair spilling from beneath a
ball cap and a toothy grin, he is a handsome young man whose appearance betrays
none of the brain damage that has confused his life for the past two
"Foolish, drunken and harebrained women most often bring
forth children like unto themselves, morose and languid." While less than
charitable, Aristotle was on to something, more than 2,000 years before the
diagnosis of FAS was invented by researchers at the University of Washington in
Since then, dozens of studies around the world have drawn the
link between drinking during pregnancy and neurological defects in children.
Now, FAS is regarded as the largest cause of mental retardation in the Western
world. About one of every 100 children in Canada is thought to suffer from the
Like thalidomide, the anti-nausea drug that left children
born with deformed limbs in the early 1960s, alcohol is a teratogen, a toxic
substance that passes undiluted across the placenta from mother to fetus. In the
fledgling life, the alcohol damages the central nervous system, often leaving
the brain smaller and smoother, stunts growth and subtly alters facial
Joe's sister Amanda finally finds him at the house of a
co-worker he had driven home after work at the Sleeman Brewery, where Joe has
stocked shelves for the past 18 months, the longest he has ever held down a job.
When he arrives, he insists that he is not late, that he was supposed to come
home an hour later than the time his mother remembers.
Margetson is hardly about to argue. When Amanda was born, she was stone-cold
sober, but after her marriage crumbled, she started drinking. By the time Joe
came along five years later, she had become the kind of hard-core alcoholic her
upstanding, middle-class parents had been. Six months into the pregnancy, Chris
was admitted into a Toronto hospital for alcohol treatment.
in 1979, and she has not sipped a drink since. But the damage was done. Her son
has stumbled through life as an outcast in the classroom, seldom grasping the
lessons that seemed second nature to his classmates, being ridiculed for his
off-the-wall questions and quirkiness. The humiliation still
"People automatically assume something about you because of
what they see," he says, with disarming insight. "I get into disagreements
sometimes because I feel that people don't respect me or don't respect what I
have to say because of the fact that I didn't go to university, or I didn't read
that book, or what have you. I've been judged throughout my life by teachers.
And because the teachers would judge me, I didn't get a lot of respect from
Today, Joe will never fully escape his maddening
impulsiveness, his propensity to live in the moment without a thought to the
lessons of the past or the consequences of the future. Money tends to slip
through his fingers, with the abstract concepts of numbers and value elusive to
the unusual workings of his mind.
"I'll know I need a new pair of
shoes desperately, but instead I'll buy $100 of records," he says. "I'll put my
wants before my needs. That $100 shirt looks a lot better than
Like many children with FAS, Joe was slow in reaching his baby
milestones -- late to roll over, sit up, walk or utter his first words. "With
each one he missed, I got a little more concerned and take him to the doctor,"
Chris says. "I was always reassured. I had a pediatrician and a family doctor
and an addictions counsellor who I was seeing every few weeks. I was talking
openly about my drinking during the pregnancy, and nobody said anything. Nobody
raised it as a possibility."
But as Joe grew, so did his problems. As
a toddler, he withdrew into a shell, oblivious to people talking to him. "It was
like he shut down inside," his mother said. But still, no one connected the dots
to his mother's prenatal alcoholic binges.
Convinced that she was
deficient as a parent, Chris enrolled in an endless stream of parenting class,
but none of the latest child-rearing techniques seemed to work with her little
boy. She hauled Joe to a child psychiatrist, until he was collecting ominous
diagnoses like marbles -- ADHD, conduct disorder, oppositional-defiance
disorder. The Ritalin never worked.
When Joe was 7, Chris unburdened
her troubles to the addictions counsellor she has visited for years. The woman
turned to her husband, a developmental psychologist, for advice. He was the
first to suggest FAS. By the time Joe was diagnosed at the Hospital for Sick
Children's then-new Motherisk clinic, the first place in Canada to diagnose the
disorder, Chris was convinced.
The doctor, however, broke the news
that little could be done for children with FAS. It was like an incurable
"Joey and I got into the car, and all the way home I told
him what I was thinking," Chris says. "I told him he had this disorder. He's 7,
so he's taking in 10 per cent of it. I didn't know what to do. To a certain
extent, it was a relief, because now I knew what the problem was. But it was
devastating to be told by the doctor who knows the most in Canada that 'you're
on your own, baby.' "
In that short drive back to Kitchener, Ont.,
where she lived at the time, she promised herself never to wallow in guilt that
she had damaged her beloved son through her own vice. And, she says, she never
has. "I could have gone down that road. One of the things I said to Joey -- I
can still hear my voice saying it -- is: 'I did this to you, but there's nothing
I can do about that now. I can't change what happened. But I can certainly
change what happens in the future. That's the only power I have right now.'
One thing that sets middle-class women raising children with FAS
apart from women on the margins is their power to advocate for their children.
Research shows that people with FAS face daunting odds of dropping out of
school, getting fired from jobs, becoming teenage parents, dabbling in drugs,
tangling with the police and drifting in and out of homelessness. But those are
usually children whose parents were fighting off the child-welfare agencies,
children raised in troubled homes or in foster care. It's different when they
have feisty parents in their corners.
As soon as Joe was diagnosed,
Chris pulled him out of the local public school (where his teacher often would
banish him to an empty classroom to finish his schoolwork, even though he never
did) and enrolled him in a private school with smaller classes and fewer
distractions. At $8,000 a year, private-school fees were a small fortune for a
single parent. But it was the first time her son started to
"Middle-class parents are able to buy what they need for their
children to do well," says Chris, who has become an expert in FAS since Joe's
diagnosis and now holds evening support groups for exhausted parents raising
children with the disorder.
"I paid $1,200 for a psychoeducational
assessment to be done. There was a waiting list to get hold of the psychologist
at school, so I got a private psychologist to do it. We're able to put in place
certain things for our kids that other families can't even think
Prenatal drinking is notoriously hard to measure. Researchers
have little choice but to rely on the mothers' honesty and their sometimes
fading memories. Nonetheless, the two major studies done in Canada both confirm
that the heavier drinkers tend to be older, more affluent women.
National Population Health Survey found that 25 per cent of all women with
children under 5 reported drinking alcohol while expecting
But among higher-income mothers, it was 29 per cent, while
only 21 per cent of poorer women reported doing so. Just 16 per cent of women
under 25 drank, but the percentage among expectant mothers 35 and older was
In the National Longitudinal Survey of Children and
Youth, a massive Statistics Canada study that has followed nearly 15,000
families since 1994, the figures were a notch lower, but followed the same
And when academics questioned middle-class pregnant women
about their drinking habits in Fort McMurray, a prosperous oil-sands town in
northern Alberta, nearly half of the expectant mothers confessed to drinking
even after learning they were pregnant; 43 per cent of women said they believed
it was unharmful.
British Columbia mother Carrie Prentice, now 36,
never drank when she was pregnant with her eldest child, daughter Jessie, 14
years ago. She knew almost from the moment she conceived, and she quit the
bottle and her packs of cigarettes without a second thought.
up in a middle-class family near Kamloops, B.C., with a rye-drinking father
prone to abusive slurs, she had longed for the white-picket-fence happiness of
the families she saw around her. Her standard was set by Little House on the
Prairie,her favourite television show as a little girl.
"I wanted to
do it right," she remembers. "I knew you shouldn't drink or smoke. And I wanted
to be one of those people you see on TV. I didn't have that childhood, and it's
what I wanted to have."
But the second time she became pregnant, it
took her months to notice the missed periods and thickening waistline. Though
she was still living with Jessie's father, her drinking had been on the rise --
no longer just a party girl who would reserve her indulgences for the weekends,
she was getting drunk almost every night, and had acquired a taste for marijuana
When it finally dawned on her that she was expecting a baby,
she quit drugs and booze, keeping only her cigarettes as a crutch. "I thought
maybe nothing would happen," she says. "I didn't realize the fetus could be
affected so small."
But her son Jamie, now 12, was affected. When he
was born, listless, with hardly a whimper, he was whisked away from Ms.
Prentice's side for a time. In the next few weeks, he never cried, even as he
struggled vainly to suck from his mother's breast.
There was no clue
that the scrawny, wizened baby was slowly starving, until Ms. Prentice returned
to the doctor when he became ill with an ear infection and bronchitis. The
alarmed physician discovered that she was producing no milk.
time he was a toddler, doctors were predicting Jamie would never
But no one -- neither the doctors, Ms. Prentice nor Jamie's
father, who was soon to walk out on the family -- suspected his problems stemmed
from prenatal exposure to alcohol.
"I didn't even think of it," she
says. "It didn't cross my mind. I thought you had to be falling-down drunk every
day. I never thought you could just be sitting on your couch at
Like many alcoholics, Ms. Prentice was in a state of utter
denial. She drank beer, vodka, tequila -- anything but rye, whose smell she
could hardly stand. But while she avoided her father's drink, she was becoming
more like him all the time. "I was screaming and yelling at the kids, and they
were looking at me like I was some kind of evil monster," she says now with a
shudder. "I'll never forget the look on their faces."
Not until she
learned her parents were plotting to remove her children from her care did she
seriously consider treatment. She was only 26 years old, her children just 4 and
2, when she was ushered into a treatment centre. Ten years later, she has
remained sober, returned to college to become a community-support worker and now
works in a residence for developmentally disabled children.
in Mission, B.C., with her children and second husband, in a life not far from
the one she has always wanted -- only with an unusual twist.
workshop at one of her first jobs after graduating from college, working with
young offenders, she heard a woman lecture about FAS and the toll it takes on
children. For Ms. Prentice, it was if she were describing her six-year-old son
from head to toe. "She was going through all these things and I'm thinking, 'Oh
my God. Oh no.' At lunch, I ran out to my car and started crying. 'This is my
son. What have I done?' "
His was a classic case. Aside from his thin
upper lip and misshapen palate, Jamie misses social cues and is unduly
affectionate with strangers -- he's drawn to stroking the heads of bald men. His
intelligence is borderline and he suffers from a severe learning disability that
requires a teaching assistant to sit with him in his public-school classroom.
His behaviour is erratic and impulsive, with no understanding of consequences
for his actions. Even though he is close enough to walk home from school, his
mother has arranged for the bus to drive him, lest he wander
At night, he has trouble sleeping. Like a three-year-old, he
needs constant reminders to brush his teeth and wash his hands. And he is
physically awkward, mastering a two-wheeler without training wheels only last
Last December, Dr. Loock at Sunny Hill centre in Vancouver
finally diagnosed Jamie with partial FAS. He suffered from prenatal damage to
his central nervous system, and showed some of the textbook facial features, but
not to the degree of warranting a label of the full-blown
"I feel like I've ruined his life," Ms. Prentice says. "I
took it away. I go through mourning. Mourning for us. I won't see him play ball
or graduate from high school or do all of those normal things. Playing sports
and having friends and going out independently -- he's not capable of doing
these things. If there's trouble, it's going to find him."
babies born to drinking mothers suffer from full-blown cases of FAS. Some have
the neurological problems and stunted growth without the telltale thin upper lip
and narrow eye slits; they are diagnosed with fetal alcohol effects or
alcohol-related neurological defects, more insidious because they are serious
disabilities that are invisible to the outside world. Many doctors now group
these diagnoses as fetal alcohol spectrum disorder.
that the more an expectant mother drinks, the more damage she can inflict. But
the lingering, unanswered question is how little it takes. What happens to a
fetus exposed to alcohol in the womb depends on the mother's nutrition, her age,
her metabolism and the flukes of genetics. But every drink is like a spin of the
revolver in a game of Russian roulette: It may do no harm, but then again, it
"We suggest absolutely no alcohol, because even at very low
doses, we find differences," says Paul Connor, a neuropsychologist with the
University of Washington's Fetal Alcohol and Drug Unit, where a study that has
tracked 500 women and their children since 1975 shows the impact of prenatal
drinking on children as they age. "Even small doses can have an effect. Not
necessarily a massive effect, but it is an affect. Even at low levels, you still
get a few IQ points of difference."
The mothers in this study are
middle-class women who sought prenatal care from Seattle hospitals in the
mid-1970s, when little social stigma attached to drinking while pregnant.
Researchers have compared children born to women who abstained and those who
drank various doses.
The more their mothers drank, the lower the
children ranked on intelligence tests at the age of 7. By the end of Grade 2,
the children of the heavier drinkers were enrolled in special-ed classes and
rated by their teachers as disorganized, lacking tact, grammatically poor and
easily distracted. By 14, they scored lowest on measures of attention, memory
and arithmetic, and were most likely to be experimenting with alcohol
The University of Pittsburgh recently released findings
from a study following 565 mothers and children since 1982, when the women were
all four months pregnant. Even children whose mothers drank less than 1.5 drinks
a week during pregnancy were a few pounds smaller as adolescents than those
whose mothers never touched a drop. At every assessment, those whose mothers
drank even lightly were shorter, lighter and had smaller head circumferences
than those whose mothers abstained.
"What they see big-time in the
fetal alcohol syndrome kids, we're seeing in a much more subtle fashion in our
lightly exposed children," says Nancy Day, a professor of psychiatry, pediatrics
and epidemiology at Pittsburgh's School of Medicine, the study's lead
"We're publishing these data, and have been publishing
them for a long time, but the message isn't getting through. The women aren't
being told and the physicians aren't helping them out with a really clear,
Janet Christie was speaking to alcoholics
at a treatment centre, as she sometimes does as part of her recovery, when she
was approached by a man who had counselled people with FAS. He told her about
the disorder, but also that her son could be helped -- FAS was not an automatic
life sentence of addiction, crime and homelessness.
"I remember the
day I told him that," Ms. Christie says. "We were in my car, and he was 20 years
old, and he put his head on my shoulder and he started to cry."
would be so sweet," he sobbed.
Ms. Christie could blame no one but
herself for the mess of her son's life. But she also can take credit for
sweeping up the debris. Since his mid-teens, she has always been there when he
was scraping bottom and fighting a system that diagnoses only children suspected
of suffering from FAS, and writes off the adults.
After years of
marginal existence, her son has turned around. He no longer smokes crack. He has
left his bad influences behind. He lives in his own apartment for the first
time. And he's the father of a two-year-old daughter he was determined would not
suffer from the disorder that will dog him for the rest of his
"When he was going through the hardship in his teens, I kept
telling myself that he's going to outgrow this. It was hard days when I came to
terms with some of the things he's never going to outgrow. It's really tough
watching someone have a hard life and knowing it didn't have to be that way. The
"I look at him sometimes and wonder, "What your life
would be like if none of this had happened. Where would you be now? What would
you be doing?' "
Margaret Philp is The Globe and Mail's Social Policy