When Homosexuality Was a “Disease”: My Story of Abuse
The horrors I was forced to undergo to âtreatâ my homosexuality are now unthinkable, but continue to raise questions about psychiatryâs ethics.
Making Mental Health an Ongoing Priority:Â A Patch Adams Approach
My brotherâs sudden death and Mental Health Awareness Month spurred me to spend May making small, very personal efforts to both honor his memory and move the mental health conversation forward.
The Worst Thing: How My Motherâs Death Pushed Me to Overcome OCD
The goal of creating a legacy for my mother required that I go beyond managing my symptoms to confronting my OCD at its roots. I had to fundamentally change my understanding of anxiety.
Boy, Interrupted: A Story of Akathisia
I watched my sonâs life change almost overnight. He developed akathisia from antidepressants, taken as prescribed for just a few weeks for garden-variety anxiety.
Understanding Psychological Disorders: My Personal and Professional Journey
A conflict in my personal life made it possible for me to imagine the power of emotional trauma to trigger a mental health disorderâand gave me new insights about what can help heal it.
Treatment Providers Have the Power to Make or Break Recovery
We need treatment providers that listen to their patients and treat them like human beings. Their job is to support our recovery, not stymie it.
My Letter to an Advocate for Involuntary Treatment
How long would I have to be off meds and stay safe and out of the hospital before my story would mean something to you and the advocates for chemical interventions?
Mental Health Liberation and Spirituality: Ex-Psychiatric Inmates Share Their Thoughts
What I want to share with you, dear readers, is how spiritual experiences like mine have been reflected in so many peopleâs stories of being labeled with psychotic disorders.
My Mother Wound: Rethinking “Fear of Abandonment”
Therapists are quick to refer to this pain I feel as a âfear of abandonment,â as if it is a figment of my mind and something not worth the time to attend to.
The Undervalued Potential of Living Without Psychiatric Drugs
Compared to the last six years, compared to how intense the drugs are and how grueling the side-effects, my first psychosis at 17, I admit, was honestly not that bad.
Drowning in Doubts: Why I Think About Leaving Psychiatry
Going into psychiatry as a naĂŻve 25-year-old, I had no idea what I would discover. If I knew then what I know now, I wouldnât have chosen this field.
From Wonder Drug to Catastrophe: My Seroquel Story
What my doctor had told me would be a two-week withdrawal from Seroquel turned into a 14-month nightmare with lasting repercussions: the movement disorder tardive dyskinesia.
Women We Call Crazy
âYouâre so different,â people would say to Betty and me. We joked about the thinly veiled criticismâpeople thought we were crazy because we were women who consciously defined ourselves and how we wanted to live.
The Relapsing Peer Supervisor
Peer supervision is often silent and stigmatizing instead of including necessary, robust discussions around relapse.
My 7 Years of Detention Hell
The court found me ânot guilty by reason of insanityâ and sentenced me to a 30-day evaluation at a psych facility. A crisis had been averted, and my life could return to normal... oh, how far from the truth that idea was.
On Being Forced Out in the Clinical Psychology Field
I wondered how many others have experienced coercion, abuse, and have had their lived experiences of mental illness used as weapons against them by mental health professionals?
How I Became My Own Psychiatrist
I now am more conversant with the latest literature on the medications I take than my prescriber is. While I consider his opinion and clinical judgment, I no longer accept every word as the Gospel truth.
Bearing False Witness: Childhood Psychiatry, Trauma, and Memory
Through journaling, I realized that my lifelong confusion surrounding my memories of traumatic events was the direct result of the psychiatric labels and drugs I swallowed alongside years of parental abuse.
Someone I Used to Know
When I sit in Billieâs office, I am still 13 years old, bitter anger saturating my body. I am 23, sobbing that I cannot do this anymore. I am 24, celebrating my first year of college. I am all of these people and none of these people.
Assault and Exploitation: My Peer Worker Experience
The intensity of demand faced in the acute ward is exhausting. No one has a clue what Iâm supposed to be doing, least of all me.
A Thief in the Hospital
I knew by then that there was a thief, but I tried not to rush to conclusions. I couldnât even think of the possibility that it could be one of the staff. They go into the field in order to help people.
Childhood Trauma Is Not a Mental Illness
My childhood was stolen by systems focused on labeling and medicating me instead of healing the effects of abuse and neglect.
Confused, Accused, and Retraumatized
At the hospital, what traumatized me the most was that my freedom was in the hands of a professional who was steadfast in his conviction that I was feeling things I was not.
Patient or Prisoner? My Hospital Experience
We need to come up with a plan that destigmatizes mental health issues for all races, including respectful and non-punitive treatment in in-patient settings.
Sound After Psychiatry
In the wake of psychiatry, there was a fracture, a gulf that opened between me and the authentic sound of my voice when it is connected and resonates with my truth.