I suppose we must be low income – I do not understand why. My husband works in chronic pain as an automobile techinician at a dealership for about 14 hours daily, six days a week. We barely see him. He should be retired. I have become unable to work ever since I have had to constantly advocate for my son – seeing him left to die an agonizing death in the middle of a medical hospital and now scared to leave his side because he has only suffered one tragedy after another since entering the mental health system. It always happened because he was vulnerable and taken advantage of with no advocate. So, I now have to be his advocate everywhere he goes to be sure no one lies about him or takes him away. I have contacted everyone I know and feel I am up against the mafia here. I have spent countless days, weeks, months, years writing and advocating with little response other than “I’m so sorry” Or “get help and let us (professionals) help your son!” Ha! They will help him right to his grave! I used to trust the “professionals” and they almost killed him more than once! No more! I have contacted organizations such as Disability Rights, elected officials, the joint commission and more; about the severe abuse and attempted murder of my son. There is no help. CCHR has been no help either. And I am now suffering awful withdrawal effects from 24 years on benzos – as I have been attempting to taper on my own for some time now, with many holds due to my son’s situations that were continually occuring for quite a few years. I cannot keep up with a virtual community. I can only try to just be here for my son – barely care for myself. I do not have the luxury I have read of others, whose family’s take them in and take care of all their responsibilities, provide them healthful food, cleaning, shopping, companionship, support and much more so they can get through the awful withdrawals. I have read about such situations where people have nothing to do other than get through their withdrawals while others care for everything else. How I wish I could do that so I could be a much stronger help for my son! I can find no doctor who will support me, so I have to hide my tapering efforts and the efforts of tapering my son as well. No peer community around me either. There is only punitive treatment here for anyone “labeled”. We might as well have a patch on our clothing… it is that bad. How is one to “figure out how to get out of poverty” while their mind is completely drugged into needing at least 15 hours sleep or more – not able to think well (my son’s psychiatrist writes as symptoms: cognitive dulling and apathy! Those are not symptoms, they are side effects of the drugs she give him!) – suffering horrible side effects and while going through horrendeous withdrawal? And while being fearful of anyone forcibly hospitalizing you because you are experiencing withdrawals? I heard that others lay in beds safely at home for years, while their apparently well-to-do families cared for them. If they did not have such families, where would they have been? On the streets? Back in the psych wards getting beaten and forcibly drugged out of their minds and/or ECT or even dead? That is what happens to even just the “working class” – not only poverty-level. We are not in complete poverty. We just can only afford to rent a small home, utilites, food, necessities. My husband cannot even afford insurance for himself! My mother purchases insurance for me, but it seems I still pay a lot for everything. I need therapy for the severe traumas I have suffered and also have witnessed as they tried to kill my son and abused him mercilessly. And they intimidated and harrassed me and him, tried to invalidate anything I had to say, minimize my son’s serious medical condition and abuse and more. I have been ambushed entering his psychiatrist’s office. Now he is home – but where do we go from here? If we are tapering, and any doctor suspects anything out of the unusual – back to the hospital and torment again. When does it stop? Where is the compassion? Where is the oath to “do no harm”? I am doing my best to never allow this to happen again. We pretty much isolate and trust no one. I no longer feel safe here. I no longer believe that America is the “Land of the Free”. What did our soldiers even die for? This? I think not! And many of them are drugged as soon as they return home. I am so saddened by it all. More than saddened. Does anyone see my plight? I am not ignorant or living on welfare.We never have lived on welfare – both worked and raised other children. Then this happened and destroyed everything we have built together. I have often worked in the past (sometimes stayed home to raise my children), yet now I am with my grown son 24/7. Both of us need a place where we can receive the support we need to taper without fear of hospitalization. After we are free from these medications and the withdrawals, learn to live without them, then we can get back to living and being productive citizens; enjoying life and doing good in this world. My son has yet to begin adulthood. I cannot even accurately describe this desperate situation. The nightmare that psychiatry brings into the lives of many! I need rest now. I do not understand why we have no accessable non-drug and non-violent help. All that is accessible or forced on us are drugs and tortourous hospitals filled with death. Why no drug-free options available to us that are covered by insurance? My son has disability insurance. My insurance doesn’t even pay for anything – I might as well not even have it. I cannot afford the natural alternatives. Do you see our plight? I am barely surviving each day – and trying my best to keep my son away from abuse. CCHR did not help me either. They want me to gather all his records after-the-fact, so they can file complaints to the same organizations that I have already filed with. What good will this do? How will this protect my son from future violation of rights and torture and forced drugging? How am I to be his only advocate when I am undoubtedly suffing severe PTSD and withdrawals? This is more than most people could do and I feel I am doing a poor job myself. I need help! Real flesh and blood help, not virtual help. I only have access to harmful “help”. There is nothing to help us get out of harmful psychiatric practices. God help us.