Forty years ago, Valium was the new wonder pill. Today, the story looks different.

The Observer, February 2003

Much has changed in Pat Edwards's life in the past 40 years. She has divorced, she has moved from London to the South Coast, she has become a grandmother. But one thing has stayed the same: she is still taking the Valium.
Pat Edwards was 25 when she was first prescribed the drug at the end of 1962, a few months before its official launch the following year. She had become unaccountably weepy after the birth of her second child, a condition we may now recognise as post-natal depression. Her local GP in Hackney gave her four days' supply of Valium, a suitably cautious amount for a new treatment, and four days later, after some improvement, Edwards was given another small supply. The drugs seemed to have an immediate effect, and she made plans to return to her job as a hairdresser. But then something else happened.
'One morning I was on my mum's doorstep crying my eyes out. My mother called the doctor, and he didn't come round to see me but upped the dosage of my tablets. They went up from one tablet of five milligrams to two, so I was on 10 milligrams a day. This went on for another month, until one day I simply couldn't leave my mother's house. My mother thought I was being silly, but I would have terrible panic attacks and start sweating if I couldn't see the front door.'
Agoraphobia was not a well-recognised medical condition in the early Sixties. The doctor was called again, but Edwards says he failed to visit. Instead, the dosage was increased again, to 15 milligrams. He also prescribed Marplan, an anti-depressant. Edwards's condition failed to improve. 'In those days you believed in what your doctor gave you without question. I used to send him a stamped addressed envelope every month and he sent me back a month's supply of tablets.'

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