When I read this story, I was immediately transported back to late 1997, when the man with whom I would have entrusted my life suddenly became a violent, dangerous predator. I too hid knives – anything sharp – down the back of chairs and under carpets before going to bed, after he confronted me with a carving knife, threatening to kill. He would stay awake for up to four days and I knew that eventually, I would need to sleep. I knew he was ill, but at the time did not know that his medication was the cause. Eventually, my life became so filled with terror that I developed PTSD and was put on SSRIs too. Within weeks I began to develop dystonis, but because Big Pharma failed to release post-marketing data, my doctors were unaware that SSRIs were behind it. It was 2009 before we got to the truth, but by then it was too late. Despite withdrawing from the medication, I was left with permanent tardive dystonia and dyskinesia. Thank you for your courage and honesty in telling your story; now I have a view of my former partner’s violence from the other side.