My time in limbo

If anyone has read my thread about my colon issues, I mentioned that I was diagnosed with having anxiety issues. Here is the full story. Exactly as it happened:

Roughly 4-5 years ago I went to the hospital for an injury. Everyone whose been to the hospital knows that as part of routine they ask questions like "Do you have thoughts of harming yourself?", "Anxiety?", "Depression?". I was 16 and answered yes to anxiety and depression. The reasons I was feeling this I am pretty sure is because at the time I was addicted to a stimulant called adderall that is know to have these side effects. I would buy the medication illegally (no prescription) at school. Apparently when I answered yes to both these questions it suddenly became some serious deal. As a result, after helping fix my injury they said I could not leave the hospital and would have to stay there until they could dismiss me. What resulted was a near weeks stay in the mental hospital. I specifically would tell the nurses I didn't want to take anything that I didn't know what it was since I was trying to quit adderall and knew now the error of taking certain pharmaceuticals. They verbatim responded "You take what we give you and don't ask questions. If you don't do exactly what we say, you will never see your parents again!"...I was *snip* 16 and scared. I had stopped taking the adderall so I felt fine now but was still locked up in this penitentiary where I was forced to watch people attempt to kill themselves. I was being fed pills like candy and like many people experience on anti-depressents for the first time in my life I had thoughts of suicide, which is a common side effect. Then they prescribed me medication to deal with that side effect, and this went on and on until I was on 5 different medications. I did exactly as they said because I didn't want to miss anymore school and I was scared and wanted to go home to be with my family. So eventually they let me out. They also said if I didn't take the medications everyday until they said I could stop, they would bring me back here and never let me out. I was on so many medications that this caused detachment from my body, sociopathy, impotency, hallucinations, irregular heart beat, all of the above and more. I quickly lost all my friends except for a couple because I didn't want to socialize, and couldn't relate to anyone anymore. I had literally become what the medication was suppose to prevent by being put on this medication. More so I gained roughly 60 pounds over the course of this time and as a result of the medication have liver damage to this day. After the hospital I was put into outpatient....again missing more school, while my grades steadily declined, and my parents were spending thousands of dollars that the psychiatrists said was necessary. In the outpatient place I remember there was this room called "The reality room" which was basically the size of a closet. They'd put you in there and someone would yell at the top of their lungs what reality is and isn't to you. The person who owned the facility here told my parents that if they didn't keep spending the money for me to be a patient at this outpatient facility that my school would never let me return. I later found out this was another lie....This all continued for quite some time. My parents were spending loads of money on all the different medications, daily therapy and psychiactric meetings, again different psychiatrist saying the same thing "You have to be honest with me. If you don't take the medication you will be locked up and possibly never leave." Hence securing their income of money from my parents for the daily meetings that even with insurance were about $40 a day. Eventually I was so angry at what my life had become and how they were bullying me and my family with threats that I just said *snip* and stopped taking all of the medication. Withdrawal was a bitch, but after about a month I felt better than I had in so long. Like a kid again.

[edit on 27-1-2009 by NativeAmerican]

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[edit on 1/27/2009 by Badge01]

To this day I never put anything that I don't know what it does into my body. I have a life again. I no longer sleep for 24 hour periods, have small hallucinations, or have heart issues. I no longer have intense anxieties or feel out of touch with reality like the medication made me feel.

Well I hope big pharma and the evil psychiatrists made some good money off me and my family!

I am simply posting this as a warning. I am sure there are people that actually need the medication but doctors are writing this stuff off like candy. Sometimes when feeling a bit anxious or depressed it's better to just give it time instead of having your rights taken away or become dependent on a medication.

[edit on 27-1-2009 by NativeAmerican]

Brave story

It is always nice to hear from other people who have taken control of their life.

I am glad you are doing better. The Big Pharma cabal is one of the most evil things ever to set foot on this earth IMO and you will find many people here on ATS that agree with you or have had similar experiences.

BTW--it would be nice if you could split your first post into paragraphs for us.

Wow man... I can't even imagine that, it must've been horrible!!

Jesus... I mean, telling you you can't leave and see your family, that just makes my skin crawl...

Wow, thanks for sharing this. It just goes to show the power Big Pharma has over the entire medical industry... Quite scary!

Glad to hear you're doing better off the medications, as I've heard they don't really work anyways. I always thought it was strange when watching a 'Zoloft' commercial that you'd hear,

"Zoloft may increase feelings of suicide and depression."

WHAT?!

I mean wow... I think more people need to come off drugs, and try to deal with things another way.

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Ya sorry. It was originally split but I tried to crunch it into one post.

The thing that kills me is I have certain friends that because I was wrongfully placed on medication will never take me seriously again, because people who take or have taken medication are immediately labeled as "crazy" or "insane". Unfortunately these same people are the people I know who are in the process of becoming doctors. If anyone has seen my other topic, I've explained how if you mention ever being on medication to a doctor (at least the 20+ I have experienced) that they immediately begin to assume the symptoms are "in your head" and work from there and quite frankly it's pathetic that we are still using this 50's psychological labeling within the physicians community. If I lie and say I have never been on any medication I immediately receive the medical attention I deserve as a member of this planet.
It's no wonder the people I am ascended from rather see the medicine men that experiment in shamanism then be labeled cooky. It's bad enough my people have had to be slaughtered because they were not understood by the white men....and now we are still not understood, and being killed off because our beliefs may seem out of the norm (i.e. malpractice)! Of course our unorthodox beliefs, or in my case depression and anxiety immediately made me a target. A depression and anxiety brought on by a drug habit prior to any of this.