Alex, I truly appreciate all.of your comments on this thread. I needed that little dose of hope this week. I was forced on psych drugs at 14 as a child sexual abuse survivor, because of the betrayal by my extended family choosing to harbor a known pedophile. My true feelings were an issue for them so I was labeled mentally ill. As a kid, I believed them that something was wrong with me, that my brain was defective, that I was defective. What kid wouldn’t think that when every adult who ever professed love of them, was telling them this(in the most kind and loving ways). But it was the mental health forced treatment in my early 20’s, after being poly drugged and then electrocuted because I was “medication resistant “, although I was so fucking drugged all I could do is stare like a zombie or cry to let me die, that has nearly stopped the forward trajectory of my life.That’s when they thought hooking me up to jumper cables was appropriate. I have never been the same since. I ended up married to a violent person who I left after 4 short months, while on zyprexa, zoloft, ativan and lithium and a few weeks pregnant. I fought the system for my child. I stopped all meds cold turkey, against their advice, for my growing child to have a chance in a safe womb. When I became increasingly suicidal due to the withdrawal, they admitted me to the hospital and gave me zyprexa and allowed my abusive ex to come do “therapy” together. It took until I was 35 to extricate myself from the psych drugs and just last year I was able to stop having a state psychiatrist. Yet, I am unable to work still, finding it so very hard to function in our society after all of that. Finding it hard to be around our “sleeping” public who throw around psych diagnosis on their own kids, as though it’s no big deal. I feel haunted by my experiences within our “caring” system. Moreso than by the abuse perpetrated by my uncle. An entire industry spit on my name. On my being. I say all of that to say thank you for reminding me that my story isn’t over yet. I’ve got an amazing young man to continue to raise and he thinks I’m amazing, and not crazy. I’m just his mom, making sure he’s safe and loved and guided. And for now, that can be enough.