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Edited on Wed Mar-24-04 07:08 AM by BullGooseLoony
In addition to both my mother AND me being "diagnosed" with depression, as well as having both parents working in the field of psychology, I worked for a long time in a residential mental health treatment center for people with bipolar disorder and schizophrenia. Yes, THOSE people were sick. People with severe delusions and hallucinations need to be treated with drugs. People that are so depressed that they can't even get out of bed to go to the bathroom need to be treated with drugs. But those cases are VERY, VERY rare.
But, here's my story (and I suspect that it's pretty similar to most people who have been prescribed Paxil- which is being fucking ADVERTISED on TV, if you haven't noticed):
At the age of 14- yes, those golden, happy pubescent teenage years- on the advice of my psychiatrist I started taking imipramine. He felt that I had a case of "mild depression." While taking the meds I felt no change in my mental "health," but when we decided to take me off of them, WHOA boy, THEN I felt something. I didn't eat for a goddamned MONTH. My appetite was non-existent. I lost 25 pounds, and I was constantly vomiting. I would get carsick on the FREEWAY.
Next it was Zoloft. After my experience with imipramine, though, I wasn't too enthusiastic about starting another medication, and I didn't stick to it, so I never felt anything. I have to say that that's the BEST experience I've personally had with psychiatric drugs.
About a year after that, when I was 16, we decided to take another shot at it. Yes, believe it or not, even though I was 16 years old, I wasn't happy! I know you don't believe me, because ALL teenagers are HAPPY! But, it's true! So, my psychiatrist decided on the good ole Prozac. Lemme tell ya folks: that is some POWERFUL stuff. After about three weeks of taking it, it worked. I was happy. Two days later, I wasn't just happy, I was FLYING. TOTALLY manic. I was sleeping 11 hours per day, but, boy, when I woke up, I was LOVIN' life, to the point of having no regard for other people's feelings, or anything at all, really. Yes, the epitome of mental health I was, as I went around the school asking every girl I came across on a date and telling my friends that I didn't give two shits what they thought about me and my behavior.
But, that wasn't the worst of the effects of Prozac. Next came the MASSIVE anxiety attacks, about two months into my "trip." And this wasn't just your typical floating anxiety or nervousness. This was full-blown PANIC, 20 times per day for more than a month straight. Sweaty palms, stomach in a knot, mind racing in circles, feeling like you're going to die. These lasted weeks even after I stopped taking that garbage.
But I wasn't finished yet! I must have been a masochist, or my shrink a sadist, because only months after my Prozac spree I started taking Paxil. The numbness and total lack of enthusiasm for any aspect of life that Paxil gave to me was only surpassed by the most severe depression I had ever experienced in coming off it. This drug destroyed my relationship with my girlfriend.
The only drug that I ever had any success with was Serzone- after taking it for a week I felt an extra bounce in my step, at which point I promptly stopped taking it, not wanting to push my luck. It felt like it was going straight back the Prozac spree.
Well, that's just MY story. I know LOTS of other people who either have or are currently taking psychiatric medications, including my mother, who has been taking Wellbutrin for at least five years, and is actually doing very well with it, and my step-mother, who's addicted to tranquilizers but is nevertheless constantly anxious and worrying. Yes, after knowing her for 24 years, I can safely say that that's just WHO SHE IS. There's nothing "wrong" with her.
I also have a buddy who I happen to KNOW had absolutely nothing wrong with him, but was convinced by his parents and shrink that he was schizophrenic. Oh, no...wait. He was bipolar first (and they put him on PAXIL- surprise surprise!) and THEN they put him on anti-psychotics and mood stabilizers. Seems like he's on a different combo every month. He's since gained a hundred pounds (no exaggeration), doesn't work, and moved in more or less permanently with his parents. This man just a year before had been an excellent student at a UC and had a great circle of friends and social life. Now that's all gone.
Just for the record, I didn't deride ANYBODY or call anybody any names. And thanks for repeating my WHOLE POINT at the end, which is that people with problems shouldn't be stigmatizing themselves, at ALL- that includes calling themselves "mentally ill." Maybe you actually took something away from what I wrote. They're PEOPLE, and you're trying to victimize them by playing along with corporate garbage like "social anxiety disorder" (SAD- oh, how cute) and telling them that there's something wrong with them. You strip them of their dignity by pushing those labels on them.
Don't tell me I don't know what I'm talking about. I've been through the bullshit of this system, and it's disgusting. Look at the poll numbers. This society is hell-bent on convincing every last one of its people that there's something wrong with them.
So you know what you can do with your SAD.
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