Despite the severity of my condition having also caused me to loose 27 pounds in just 2 1/2 weeks, my psychiatrist would do nothing but prescribe drugs, and so ridiculously so that the maximum session I could obtain was still less than just five minutes. Yet other of his patients, who he seemed to regard of as being friends, obtained sessions lasting up to an hour, and were often given their session prior to me receiving mine, even though the appointment schedule placed them after me, not before. So I would have to sit there in the office waiting an extra bloody hour. My condition, was drug induced. The drug given to me was given to me by a previous psychiatrist. This psychiatrist then dumped me on the streets by saying that he no longer saw people of my age bracket. In truth, he knew that I could sue him. Thus he removed all data from my file that related to the drug induced condition, and then he basically told me to get lost. This psychiatrist also relayed this info about the “drug induced condition” to my GP. So I then went on the hunt and found another psychiatrist and he said that he was familiar with my condition and that there were plenty of drugs available, old and new, to apply to this condition. He said that once he received my file from my GP, that an appointment date would be set. It never was ! Due to the info passed on to him from my GP, he knew that if he put the name of my condition on paper, that once again I had a chance of suing the previous psychiatrist. But weeks later I managed to get into his office and he instantly said that he had no experience dealing with my particular condition, even though he had said the exact opposite before hand, and he had also previously said that he had many other patients with the same condition. So I found a new new psychiatrist, and the same results occurred. So I found a new new new psychiatrist, and the same results occurred. So, now that I was getting closer and closer to heading toward death, therefore my hair was falling out, and I was getting very little sleep( After several years had passed by, I had lost a total of 1 years worth of nights sleep.), and my pants were occasionally falling down due to me now having been reduced to a very skinny body, etc., I went back to my GP. He then set me up with another psychiatrist who would proscribe the appropriate drugs, but do so only if I agreed that I was not suffering from the “drug induced condition”. In other words, as long as the “drug induced condition” was not confirmed and put on paper, thus I could not sue the original psychiatrist. Due to all of this I was surviving on only $4,500 per year, being unemployed now and such. But it could be bumped up to $9,000 if I got onto a disability program, but that required my psychiatrist to put the “drug induced condition” on paper, along with his signature. It was a tough battle, but my social worker managed to get it done. So, thanks to the lovely people known as GP doctors and psychiatrists, the last 20 years of my life have been a living hell with me being confined within my apartment 24/7, and only going outside when needing to purchase clothes and/or food. Plus, with no sunlight over the many many years, I ended up with vitamin “d” deficiency problems as well.