Sunday, November 28, 2021

Comments by AnnaMagdalena

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  • Sometimes it’s hard to not lose hope. The American health system is so broken. The MBAs seem to have won. The patient is too often no longer the focus. It’s now the bottom line. I suspect a fair number of practitioners are caught in the middle. Quite likely too much focus on the patient means the loss of a job.

    I sent this article to my sister who is an emergency room nurse in southern California. She said she nearly cried when she read it. But as she said, “What can you do?” It was a rhetorical question.

    Then she told me that many of the nurses she knows are going back to school to become psychiatric nurse practitioners. What they tell her is chilling: ” I am going to work in [so and so’s] office. A patient will come in and I’ll ask, ‘How are you doing? How’s the medication working?’ Then I’ll write them a script and say, ‘Okay, I’ll see you in 2 months.’ In 5 minutes they’ll be out of my office. I’ll make so much money! I’ll never really have to see patients, just write scripts!”

    One can only hope that sooner rather than later the bottom falls out of the whole racket. I think it’s criminal. We must continue to speak up and speak out. If enough of us do so, at some point our collective voices will be heard.

  • I don’t know where to ask this question, so I am asking it here. The question: Do psychiatric drugs blunt one’s emotions to the point where the person experiences an inability to grieve?

    Here is why I ask: I was on a plethora of psych drugs for 30 years. I refer to those years (when I was effectively disabled) as the years I was “numbed and dumbed.” You may know what I am talking about… During that time I struggled to feel.

    Then my Father died. I felt no emotion and never grieved for him. Nine months later my Mother died. I had a hard time dealing with her loss. Five years later I discontinued all psych meds. My daughter warned me to be prepared for an onslaught of emotions.

    O, boy!! I had no idea!!! So many emotions and so intense!!! Having felt little with any intensity for decades, this was hard to deal with. I didn’t know what to do with all the emotions. The worst for everyone around me was my intense irritability and anger.

    Six months after quitting the psych meds, I was forced out of my job. A month later my husband was diagnosed with leukemia. A week later Paradise (California) burned. I am overcome.

    Paradise was my parents’ town. Their home was incinerated. The town is destroyed. I am taking it very, very hard. This was the only place I felt comfortable. Memories of my parents and my siblings are all couched in Paradise. I am overcome with grief, not just grief for my town, but for my parents, the lost times with my siblings, the years I lost to drug-induced disability. (I have autism. I did not have a mental illness, but because of the distress I experienced from being different, I was medicated and provided with a psychiatric diagnosis.)

    So I am grieving and I wonder if I can bear it. And I cannot help but think that being drugged for decades prevented me from being able to effectively grieve. Is this something to which others can relate?