Sunday, November 19, 2017

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  • I was subjected to an involuntary hold several years ago. It wasn’t necessary because I told my psychiatrist I would sign voluntary papers (this was behind closed doors) because I eventually knew my predicament to be futile since they were in charge. I was experiencing a reaction to medication I probably should never have been prescribed since I had documented adverse effects to the same class of drug. None of this mattered. I had had an argument with my husband, “I” called the police on him, and all he had to say was “she’s a patient of so and so” and I was hoisted off to the ER for an evaluation. ( I believe I’ve relayed this whole story before on your website somewhere.) Well, I was even wearing an adverse drug alert on my wrist indicating previous reactions to the same class of drug. Not only was the possibility of adverse drug reaction NOT considered while I was in house (the doctor…my doctor…just happened to be clinical director, mind you), but the medication (an addictive Rx) was continued and other drugs that I was also adversely affected by were given me. I believe it was a little over two weeks or there about. I had been forced into a court hearing that was unnecessary (I think they just wanted to get that “on the books” for the record) and I really couldn’t say much because I didn’t have the mind to speak after being continuously drugged. In fact, I literally slid off my chair during the consult with a court appointed attorney and wasn’t even aware of what was happening. I couldn’t make sense of any of it because I was so over medicated. The proper course of action would seem to have warranted an investigation into the meds and possibly weaning me from them, but they chose to more or less “make me fit” their diagnosis. Then it was almost as if it were a good rub in the face, because the adversity to the same class of drug was listed right there on my discharge summary when I was finally released with Rx for the same class of med. I was pretty delusional when I left, but just pretended because I wanted to be released before I died or worse. But they didn’t know this, and simply noted that it was safe for me to go home. I was released and I’ve never been back for counseling to that facility and I have developed increased fear of all doctors so much so that I avoid them all now. I already had White Coat Syndrome and the “forced” medication/involuntary hospitalization changed my mind about psychiatry and modern medicine as it is practiced locally. It wasn’t “fair” It wasn’t even ‘safe’ for them to treat me as they did. I weaned myself off of the addictive substance because I no longer trusted them. Looking back, I believe all of it was basically to perhaps save their own behinds from possible litigation because perhaps they were aware of the medication mistake and feared I’d sue them. In fact, I should have but it is such a long road back through withdrawal to right thinking that there wasn’t enough time. None of my complaining in the world seemed to matter. Once “they have you” they have you and you are powerless. That was what I experienced and that is why I don’t see any doctors to this day. The doctor is still in his position despite the fact I complained to the State Medical Board and the local board over the mental health facility. They simply either do not care, or they are cheats for their own gain. Thank you for letting me share.

  • Watching this made me cry. I know it must have been hell for her. I had experienced problems with depression because of unresolved abuse issues in childhood and horrible abusive relationships in adulthood. Sometimes I would voluntarily go in`house because I did not know what else to do. I will never voluntarily go for treatment ever again because of an involuntary experience in 2006. I had been given a class of medication that I should never have been prescribed in the first place because I am sensitive to Benzodiazepines. I would now even say “allergic.” My husband and I were arguing. He frightened me and I called the police. All it took was for hubby to mention to them that I was a “patient” of Dr. so-and-so and I was hoisted off to the ER. I might add that I had pending complaints against a few doctors at that very same ER. They tied me to a table and proceeded to inject me with medication because I tried to leave the hospital. I was not combative, I simply did not feel safe at a hospital with doctors I’d been writing letters to the State Board about. They would not let me up to even use the bathroom. They inserted a catheter instead. I had not committed any crime and was not combative other than not wanting to be treated there. Here was a domestic situation and I made the mistake of calling the police because I felt afraid. I was drugged at the ER, given a tetanus shot that I did not need, and delivered to the local mental health facility. While in the facility no one took note of the fact that I had listed previous adverse reactions/allergies to benzodiazepines on the intake chart and in my file. Or they simply did not want to make waves with the doctor who prescribed them who was in a supervisory position over the other psychiatrists. Perhaps I did need to be hospitalized because of confusion I was experiencing–BUT, [no one addressed the problem of the benzos] and they were continued along with anti-psychotic medication and blood pressure medication even though I had been taken off blood pressure meds after finding out I actually suffered from “white coat syndrome.” I knew if I did not take these drugs while there, I possibly would not be released any time soon. I had been experiencing depression because of grief after personal losses (including the loss of my father which I hadn’t yet come to terms with). This experience of “involuntary hospitalization” altered my thinking about our mental health system. The administering psychiatrist also forced me to appear before a probate judge, even after I told him I would sign the voluntary papers (initially, I refused because I did not want to be there.) I believe being forced to appear before a judge was a violation of my civil liberties. I had never been forced to have psychiatric treatment before in my life. I eventually weaned myself off the addictive medications, and I will not participate willingly in our mental health system as it currently is ever again. Nor will I ever again recommend it.

  • This situation doesn’t surprise me. I was held against my will after experiencing ill effects to a class of meds that I had documented previously caused me adverse reactions including hallucinations, and my insurance was billed for these errors as if it were proper treatment. Worse yet, years ago, a clinical psychologist assaulted me right in his office, and my insurance was billed for the session. Evidently, this is health care in the USA. Not to sound unpatriotic, but insurance companies probably shouldn’t have to pay for errors in medication, especially if the error isn’t properly acknowledged and addressed for the patient’s well-being. Doctor’s tend to cover this kind of stuff up usually with a white wall of silence to shield one another’s reputations. And, of course, insurance companies should not have paid for my therapist’s sexual acting out. I thought his behavior was my fault at the time because I had that “victim mentality” from childhood abuse, but years later after I figured it all out and heard rumors he was continuing to molest other patients, I reported him and he can’t do that anymore. But all those other victims probably had insurance that paid for abuse in the name of “therapy.” It’s criminal.

  • This appears to be an example of how people who have been treated for or diagnosed with any mental illness are apparently not allowed to heal. The label, the history, the stigma becomes a ‘self-fulfilling prophecy’ capable of generating more depression via ostracization such as depicted in this woman’s story. It’s a very broken state of affairs. I haven’t seen a doctor in many years. I was looking forward to an ‘objective’ review and when I responded to a letter indicating the review was due and I explained that I am better, I don’t Rx meds, I don’t have a doctor, the Social Security review committee sent me a letter back saying “we said we were going to review you, but we aren’t going to review you right now.” Well, you’d think they’d want to get an objective professional opinion since I was deemed mentally disabled and now claim that I am not. But, here is the catch: I had filed numerous complaints against a few doctors and my psychiatrist with the state licensing board. There were so many contradicting diagnoses, and documented incidents of them giving me Rx that I’ve documented adverse reactions to, any non-biased review would certainly bring these medical treatment questions to light. There may also be, a non-acknowledged disability (or potential discriminatory factor) that would have to be addressed. You see, after many years, in the “system” one can become “employment disabled” simply by being out of the market place for so long…untrained, no resume history, stigmatization, not to mention, … Aging, also, presents stigmas and dilemmas if one is afflicted with the common illness that may accompany getting older such as arthritis. I spent my whole life it seems (over 20 yrs.) dealing within that broken system. It hasn’t gotten any better. I have, even though, I am now like the “tinman” and rusty in just about all aspects of living and have arthritis. My mind is as fine as those who diagnosed the long lists of mental afflictions over the years. There is no redemption. Recovering the mind is evidently not permitted and if by the grace of some God, luck, or, in my case, completely abandoning the Rx meds and doctors that made me sicker~ there are no parades, no recognition…just silent poetry. Oh, and the SSDI checks that just keep coming (even though I told them “I AM Mentally well now” because as broken as the system is, I believe they recognize what it has done. So sad. No place to return the shoes that no longer fit. This woman’s story made me think of these things. I am sorry if you don’t think it is pertinent to the topic at hand; it just felt like a good time and place to share it. I wish this lovely lady all the best. Have a lovely day. Ohio

  • The SSRIs produced dangerously bad side effects for me. Paxil, it was “extreme apathy”; Prozac, prompted me to self-injury (cutting); Zoloft, caused that extreme agitation (I forget the psycho-speak word for it) but that was the worst of all! Maybe these pills work for some. I’m very sensitive and would probably have died or worse if I’d stayed on them. My depression at this point is like an old acquaintance. I strive to remember that it, too will pass and I ride it out. Creative activity helps me. I don’t freak out anymore like I’m supposed to be glowingly happy with the thrill of life, like young people do sometimes. They want it to MEAN Something Right NOW! I had a inquiry mind an wanted to squeeze life like a big lime, but it never filled my glass or quenched my thirst. As I got older, I understood, gee, it’s not just me, life is like this! Not all rainbows, unicorns, and filled stockings. Sometimes, I miss the delusion more than I like the reality. Oh Well. I am a better “me” off psych drugs. Much, much better!

  • Haven’t taken anti-psychotic drugs or any psychiatric meds for over 7 years now. My mind functions better than it EVER did on those drugs. There is no delusional/hallucinatory thinking as what I experienced ON the medication. I had a “serious diagnosis” and if I have not experienced the criteria of that for many years, I’d wager to say it is gone. I believe some doctors used to manipulate the diagnostic labels to fit the criteria of disability forms without telling the patient, this label is going to be hard to shake once it’s applied. Unsuspecting patients become pawns of the Pharmaceutical industry this way. A very sad sate of affairs, indeed!

  • I think when the stigma of mental illness is ongoing and unaddressed many people suffer a type depression that is imposed from carrying the stigmatizing label itself. I know that self image problems have been heightened for me as a result of the psychiatric labeling. Low self-esteem certainly isn’t an ingredient in healthy sexuality. The psychiatric label is like a ghost in the bedroom. I also suffer from physical impairments that may stem from medications I was given. I encountered sexually related traumas that became entangled in my mismanaged psychiatric care via assault by a psychologist many years ago. The scars of sexual assault are the same even if the assailant has a Doctorate or if he/she is Clergy member. Some people act like it is something different when educated people commit crimes. No. It is not. I have never been able to sleep in the same room with anyone else because of a traumatic event from my childhood. If I want to sleep, it has to be alone. I don’t like surprises either. There were actually things that could have been addressed in my care instead of giving me drugs that I was adversely affected by. Thank you for letting me comment on this sensitive topic.

  • I just read this interview in Time yesterday. There certainly is a stigma with mental illness and I believe it starts with any doctor who tells a patient “this is for life” when they give a diagnosis. I don’t believe mental illness need be for life. However, the ‘history’ of any mental illness associated with a person certainly seems to be. Our society doesn’t allow for recovery and that is part of the problem. The media, in this regard, could be called “bullies.” Whenever there is a crime or some other newsworthy strange behavior by anyone who has had any mental health issues, it is readily announced when discovered, as “part of the story” as if the person is already guilty simply via some past label. You never here a newscaster say, “well, so-and -so had meningitis or diabetes or a heart murmur” some time back…it’s always he or she was treated for a mental illness in the past. THAT is stigma. The label itself is what is “for life” outlasting even the diagnostic criteria and outliving the person ever associated with it. That is stigma. That is why some people don’t “go get help.” The label should not be used as a measuring tool of a person’s worth, but there is no place to surrender the thing once attached. It is like a freaking shadow. Even if a person were to recover and be as normal as, let’s say, for instance, be as normal as the doctor who made the diagnosis, they will always be haunted by society for allowing the DSM to define who they were in their hour of need. I feel that I no longer meet the criteria for the label attached to me, but there is no place to return it like a pair of shoes. People {recover from the illness}…but not from the “label.” And maybe not from the stigma. I suppose that may be the professional ‘joke’ there. Like the psychiatrist who tells his patient when diagnosing him or her “this is for life, but don’t think about it or you’ll get better.”…. “Did you say ‘better'” the patient asks…. “Bitter. I said Bitter” the doctor replies. And that’s pretty much what happens many times. If the patient recovers they become bitter because the stigma is inescapably still there. It should not be this way with any illness ~ not mental, physical, real, or imaginary ones. It defeats the purpose of medicine if there is no room for recovery. People need to be ‘allowed to recover’ from mental illness. And if a person is suffering and afraid to reach out because of stigma, who is to blame? Thanks for allowing me to share. (I’m one of the better, bitter ones.) Recovered.

  • I experience problems following some content unless there is a breakup of the passages with pictures or shorter paragraphs anymore. Larger, bolder print often helps me. It is as if my ‘attention span’ (?) resists the fluidity of long texts. Perhaps others share my dilemma. I wonder if this is why “graphic novels” are so popular among young people. I occasionally enjoy them myself. I was not always this way. It isn’t a matter of not ‘comprehending’ the material (I do understand it); it is more a struggle with the format of retrieving the information. This condition is a mystery to me. My efforts to educate myself on psychiatric alternatives is continuing but I do struggle. I no longer take Rx psychiatric meds. On the meds I would not be able to be comprehend the information AT ALL and I did not use a computer for some time. People who need the information the most may, in fact, be less able to utilize it I fear. I do not think I am unique in my situation. I would love to be able to read texts as I did during college, but years of Rx psychiatric ‘care’ may have impaired my ability to do just that. “Thank you” for allowing me to share this. I seem to follow the short comments more readily than the texts. I am still able to write–in moderation.

  • I am lucky. I did not end up dead or in prison on the side effects of SSRIs. I always stopped taking them because of how negative and especially agitated they made me feel. If I had just blindly followed prescribing doctor instructions…I don’t know what would have happened but I assure you it could not have been good. They made me apathetic too, which is probably the worst thing for someone extremely agitated. The old expression “a ticking time bomb waiting to go off” that is what those drugs were like for me. Zoloft was the worst and fastest with the agitation factor. I cut myself on Prozac. They are all just horrible drugs for those experiencing adverse reactions. People need to share their stories of the potential for harm and adverse effects if they’ve experienced them. Maybe people will understand. Maybe even care. Thanks for providing a place to comment.

  • There are so many things to be concerned with issuing a diagnostic card. The first that comes to mind is it re-enforces a label that may, in reality, not even be accurate by psychiatric standards. My experience has been that Dx change depending on who is giving the Dx and also their are just medical conditions that can mimic the ‘symptoms’ of psychiatric labels. I was on high blood pressure medicine for years before a simple test revealed I did not have HBP, but instead have White Coat Syndrome. I have read that taking unwarranted bp meds can render one psychotic. I know I also experienced ‘grief’ after the loss of loved ones and had my Dx suddenly changed because some doctor did not recognize ‘depression’ and labeled me with something far more serious and now that is a matter of record in medical history because …well, because, obviously we think these physicians are above normal human error. This mindset is very frightening and impedes recovery. We are heading down a wrong path in this country and I believe Pharma and politics may be the root cause. I manage my own depression today because I no longer trust the system–they don’t apologize for errors or even cruelties like normal people it seems. Politics via focusing on mental health has created a boogeyman so they can claim to save the “rest” of us from such people. These are lies and pray you never fall victim to their list of “such people” because mental health is something that we all have on a circumstantially fluctuating continuum when facing everyday tragedies of humanity. Ohio

  • I hope they address the negative side effects of the treatments and their possible relationship to some of these crimes. People seem to want to think some pill is going to prevent crime and the only thing that needs happen is get more folks drugged up with Rx psych meds. There are hideous adverse effects that cause hallucinations,severe agitation, restlessness, “out-of-body” feelings, total lack of empathy for others, …I could on and on because, yes, I took many of these meds that the naïve public wants to believe is a “cure all.” They are not an answer in and of themselves for all people and can often cause more problems in some individuals because of side effects. For instance, I was told I could drive taking a certain medication~~I was hallucinating for godsake! What kind of craziness is this that people want to turn a blind eye to the consequences of side effects just because big pharmaceutical companies say they are the answer and are safe for all. These companies are in business to make a profit; they’re not ‘good Samaritans’ looking to save the world. No lives should EVER be lost because a doctor doesn’t take side effects seriously. Not by suicide, nor by homicide. Please, start listening to those who have experienced the adverse effects of these drugs. Many, I am afraid, did not live to elaborate on what they experienced. Please, listen.