The pre-PFS Paul was fun-loving and carefree, boasting an abundance of friends. In all likelihood, he had a long, healthy existence ahead of him.
Born in Newcastle upon Tyne, he spent his entire life there, never far from his loving family: mum Julie, dad Trevor, and older brother Philip.
After completing his studies at Bedlingtonshire Community High School, Paul earned a history degree at Northumbria University. Within a few years, he’d worked his way into Tesco Bank as a service-delivery analyst, helping the $20 billion institution maintain compliance and improve its customer experience.
Much of his leisure time was spent attending football matches with friends; enjoying the odd beer whilst supporting his beloved Newcastle United (NU). Never just a spectator, however, Paul would often be found on the football field (as well as the cricket field) competing in matches with his mates.
He had a knack, too, for imitating his idols. Like Kevin Keegan. Before serving as NU manager from 1992 to 1997, “King Kev” spent 17 years playing for six pro teams, including NU. In a 2008 YouTube video, Paul cracked his mates up with a spot-on rendition of the football legend’s “I will love it!” rant.
Second only to sports on Paul’s leisure list was travel. In December 2006, he jetted off to Melbourne for the Ashes, a biennial cricket series between England and Australia dating back to 1882. So enamoured was he by the Land Down Under that he stayed for nearly a year. Soon after landing, he landed a gig selling magazines, and made some amazing friends whilst he was there.
Along with those friends, Paul attended a bash to meet the cast of the daytime drama Neighbours. In attendance was the show’s newest face, an 18-year-old ingénue in the role of Donna Freedman—obsessive fan of pop star Ty Harper.
Few would have imagined that, 15 years later, she’d be the world’s highest-paid actress, having racked up such blockbuster roles as Leonardo DiCaprio’s wife in The Wolf of Wall Street, and Ryan Gosling’s sweetheart in Barbie.
But to Paul that night, Margot Robbie was simply another new friend in waiting. Thus armed only with an impish grin, he lured her over to his table for a snapshot.
“She asked us for a photo, so we felt it was only fair,” he later kidded on Facebook. “She was star struck with us lads!”
Growing concerns
By 2013, Paul was engaged to his girlfriend, and looking forward to exchanging “I do’s” at the alter. But each time he pictured that scene, worries about his thinning hair crept up on him. Needless to say, he wanted to look his best on the biggest day of his life.
After a while, he logged onto the website of The Belgravia Centre, which bills itself as “The UK’s Leading Hair Loss Clinic.” Without a prescription, nor live visual consultation of any kind, he was able to buy Propecia and have it delivered to his door.
He’d taken the drug a few years earlier, only to quit after, as he put it, “no longer wanting to be controlled by the drug.” But the stakes were higher now, so he figured going back on Propecia, just for the remaining time ahead of his wedding, would be safe enough.
Telling paper trail
Paul’s medical records paint a picture that would be hard to file under any heading other than “suicide stemming from finasteride use.”
In April 2015, eight months after restarting the drug, he was suddenly beset with anxiety. A month after that, he tossed his remaining pills in the rubbish bin.
By midsummer, Paul’s anxiety had not only persisted, it increased to the point where he could barely muddle through a workday. So first thing Monday, August 17, instead of heading off to Tesco, he drove straight to see his doctor at the Oxford Health Centre.
There, a GP noted Paul’s increasingly worse flare-ups of “panic attacks/anxiety,” prescribed relaxation exercises, and sent him home with a note dismissing him from work through month’s end.
Two days later, on August 19, Paul returned to Oxford Centre, complaining that his anxiety had grown worse. This time, another GP noted “no clear precipitant” for the condition, and that Paul was taking an over-the-counter sleep medication to help with insomnia. Then the GP prescribed the antidepressant citalopram.
On August 21, Paul yet again made his way to Oxford Centre, this time seeing his regular doctor, Katherine Elliott. She was the first to note that he’d been on finasteride for eight months, before stopping in May. Dr. Elliott ordered a range of tests to try and identify the root of his anxiety and weight loss. Then she prescribed zopiclone, a class C controlled medication used to treat insomnia.
At this point, Paul’s records showed that he had “good support from” his fiancée, felt “no stress at home,” was “getting married next year,” held a “good, stable job,” experienced no “low mood,” didn’t use tobacco products, and enjoyed, at most, three alcoholic drinks a week.
“So true,” Philip Dixon tells us. “Paul never smoked or took recreational drugs. He was always in good health, always happy.”
A week later, on August 28, Paul again saw Dr. Elliott (who, the day before, had asked a psychiatrist to weigh in on her patient’s case). She noted that Paul is “still anxious and is convinced he has post-finasteride syndrome… He has spoken to [Belgravia] and they said he will gradually get back to normal.” She noted, as well, two new symptoms: erectile dysfunction, and chronic dry mouth.
Over the next two months, Paul returned to see Dr. Elliott six times. Although he reported starting back to work part-time, sleeping a bit better, and the partial return of his sexual function, he also complained about low testosterone levels, irritable bowel syndrome, and incipient depression.
Meanwhile, Dr. Elliott had reached out to another specialist: endocrinologist Simon Pearce at Newcastle’s Royal Victoria Infirmary. His response wouldn’t arrive until four days after Paul died. But no matter. Because it read, in part:
I am afraid I don’t really know anything at all about post-finasteride syndrome. As this is the first I have heard of it, I am not in a good position to advise you. With best wishes.
Death of the life of the party
October 8 marked the beginning of the end for Paul, when he posted, in part, on a PFS patient forum:
I’m getting worse each day and I’m beginning to think I’ll be better off at peace and rid of all this horrendous pain. There’s only so much anxiety, insomnia, brain fog, testicular pain, depression, dry mouth, panic attacks, zombie-like state that I can take.
I’ve spent the last day or so looking over old pre-fin pics on Facebook and the great life I once had and I just think I will never get back to that… I will in my suicide note lay it bare so in death I hope I can stop this drug from ruining more lives.
On October 15, he again posted, in part:
I can barely leave the house I’m so anxious… Thinking of quitting my job to focus on recovery… Fingers crossed sleep improves, as this is compounding everything and stopping recovery.
Two days later, he vented his wrath publicly for the first time, tweeting to Belgravia: “FUCK OFF YA HORRIBLE VERMIN LOWER THAN A SNAKES BELLY”
On October 25, Paul emailed Belgravia, accusing them of ruining his life, and threatening to injur himself. When a police officer showed up at his door the next morning, Paul shared with him the events that prompted his outrage toward the clinic.
Later on, a street-triage team—mental health pros who collaborate with the police—deemed Paul stable enough to remain at home. Then they issued a note excusing him from work until November 28. According to the team’s report:
Paul said he had no plans or intent to end his life. He identified his fiancée and family as strong protective factors… Paul said he has not taken the sleep aid tablets [prescribed by Dr. Elliott] as he is worried about more side effects like he is currently suffering from hair loss treatment.
On the afternoon of October 28, the day after his 31st birthday, Paul stepped into his car, pulled out of his driveway, and sped a few kilometers up the road. Until he slammed into a tree, breaking his arm.
When his family asked if he’d meant to harm himself, or anyone else, he said no. He later told Dr. Elliott, however, “If I’d died in that crash, I wouldn’t have cared.”
To support Paul, his parents and brother spent all of Saturday, October 31, watching football with him. “Paul was still very anxious,” says Philip,” but by many indications, he was making his best efforts to cope.”
Paul’s family felt confident enough to leave him alone the next day, checking in only by text. He had a hospital appointment early Monday morning, to treat his broken arm, and his mum would be driving him there.
Monday arrived, and on her way to collect Paul from his home, his mum got a call saying he’d gone missing. His family then tracked him via his mobile phone. A few hours later, they came upon him in the woods, where he’d hung himself from a tree.
Paul was rushed to the emergency ward of the Royal Victoria Infirmary. Forty-eight hours later, he passed away.
No failure to warn
Fast forward to June 7, 2016. Karen Dilks, Newcastle’s senior coroner, has just completed an inquest into Paul’s case. Much of the evidence heard at that public hearing was presented by the Dixon family, who were resolved to make it clear that Paul was not crazy, nor was he even Paul by the time he died.
“We were always 100 percent convinced that finasteride put Paul into the mental state that made him take his own life,” says Philip. “It was a state that could not have looked more different than the brother, son, fiancé, friend and colleague loved by many here in Newcastle.”
One day after the inquest, Jim McDonald, a member of the Coroner’s Office staff, penned a letter to the MHRA. It read, in part:
Between 2009 and 2011 and April 2014 and May 2015 Mr Dixon took 1 mg of Finasteride daily to treat hair loss. In or around August 2015 he experienced symptoms of anxiety which became more profound in October 2015. On the 2nd November Mr Dixon hanged himself by a ligature causing Hypoxic Brain Injury and his death on the 4th November.
The Senior Coroner felt that this was important information that should be shared with you to assist in your Regulatory Role. She further hopes that the information will assist in updating the Patient Information leaflets that are distributed to those prescribed Finasteride.
“In the case of finasteride, ‘do no harm’ should mean never prescribing it at all,” says Philip. “But as it continues to be prescribed worldwide, we need to continually remind doctors that this drug could prove fatal to any patient.”
Finasteride was originally developed by Merck & Co., Inc., and first approved by the US Food and Drug Administration in 1993 as Proscar, and again in 1997, as Propecia.
In June 2021, Merck spun off its Organon subsidiary as an independent public company (NYSE: OGN). Founded in the Netherlands in 1923, Organon bills itself as a “global health care company dedicated to making a world of difference for women, their families and the communities they care for.”
Among the Merck products Organon acquired in the deal were Proscar and Propecia. To report adverse events for either finasteride product, call the Organon Service Center at (844)674-3200, or email Service_Center@Organon.com.
Anyone living in the US who suffers from PFS should also report his or her symptoms to the US FDA. Anyone living outside the US who suffers from PFS should report his or her symptoms to the US FDA as well as to his or her local DRA, as directed on our Report Your Side Effects page.
If you or a loved one are suffering from PFS, and feeling depressed or unstable, please don’t hesitate to contact the PFS Foundation as soon as possible via our Patient Support hotline: social@pfsfoundation.org
Thank you.