Meds are definitely frustrating.
Side effects, ineffectiveness, expense…
Also irritating to see “professionals” who really don’t grasp what you’re trying to tell them.
From what I read, all over this site, and all over the internet, is psychotropics usually don’t work. Happy endings with those things are very rare according to those who use them. They are very fine according to those who profit from them and those who just believe what the lab coats and television commercials tell them.
Now just neurontin lithium and cymbalta. I already dropped seraquil and haldol. Those were terrible. Cybalta is getting the axe too. All these meds suck. I havent gotten better..
My last psych at my “mental health evaluation” for “driving” under the influence “probation” “listened” to me talk for 45 minutes about how and why I would never take psychiatric “medication” again, why it was a mistake in the first place that I had ever been in a psych ward and that I never needed the “medications”, about how I was not driving when I was pulled over and got “driving” under influence charge, about my “criminal” history of which a few I was framed for, and about my experiences with the mental health “unit”. And how I am only there to see her ONE time and I annunciate the ONE time deal because it is a requirement for the court for this, but it is a requirement for EVERY DUI holder. I assured nothing was wrong with me psychologically or mentally the entire talk. Not all in order (I talked a lot) Then she told me “I was funny” then tried to prescribe me a pill for epileptic seizures. I said “Can I look up side effects and maybe call you when I decide whether or not to accept this” She said “you can do that but I will go ahead and write the prescription anyway right now” I say “no don’t write it until I call the next day” she goes round about about 4 other prescriptions she could write, like 4 other medications, I guess all for the “same” “problem” I then research on my phone real quick the side effects of the “drug” she was trying to write me a prescription for while she goes to draw on the board how I will taper to the “maximum dose” for my “problem” (italicizes) I see on my phone it says it’s mainly used to treat “epipletic seizures” first thing I say is “you never told me it was to treat SEIZURES” I mean come on when it says “treat SEIZURES it really means if you don’t have seizures now you will when you take the med – which is how meds work, AM I right?” She says “I did tell you that was the first thing I said” SHE NEVER SAID THIS (confuse) I then see it says a major common side effects is uncontrollable eye tremors, eye spasms. ———Then I remember a friend I had who is now deceased who must have taken something like that and showed me on the way to the locker rooms about how her eyes could tremble uncontrollably. And how she had to receive major eye surgery (her abusive family had her spend all year in a mental hospital and that is why she was not in school all of 7th grade) I could not wrap my head around that as a 14 year old. I didn’t know where she was until I remembered she said few things about that she didn’t go to deeply into that with me. Anyway, she is the only friend I discussed about my desire to commit suicide. She became deceased in 2015. She told me she wanted to overdose on heroin to die peacefully or slit her wrists in the bathtub (she was a cutter) ———- anyway, I see that I say no can do on ANY psychiatric medication and that I suppose our “evaluation” was done. As she had just lied to my face about something as silly as whether it for seizures or whatever her ultimate “diagnosis” was. Her chart was, likewise, pathetic. She says “but OH you start at lowest dose and TAPER” TAPER FOR GOD SAKES THAT THERE IS IN ESSENSE THAT ITS GOING TO RUIN YOUR SYSTEMS. So I leave. I tell her kindly that my mother is not allowed in on our mental health evaluation “hour” she walks out to get my billing information or …whatever… from the receptionist. My mom comes up she says (big fat loud stupid mouth slurred always) THE LAST PSYCH DOCTOR SAID SHE MIGHT HAVE A HIGHLY FUNCTIONING FORM OF AUTISM (I have never been autistic in my entire life) I tell my mom please don’t talk to her I already told her I don’t give permission. Then we leave. I did not tell her about my friends problem but I told my mom in the car. My mom said “I DONT CARE SHUT UP”
My mom would foul-mouth her frequently “weird odd strange” when she was my friend when I was 14. My other “family” members would also bad-mouth her
(Don’t know what their problem is)
Anyway, I go to a few “probation” meetings and my probation officer is like “court requires this” she has not sent it to me yet” I tell her the office is “down the street I can go tell her you need it”
Takes her about a month and a half to two months to send in their simple “evaluation” form
Anyway, when my “P.O.” Receives this she tells me “They have never been more scared by a patient”
I didn’t do anything scary except rip up her medication prescription that I calmly and nicely spoke to her the entire appointment that I would never take the meds again and asked her many times not to write while I decided if I wanted the prescription or not. I didn’t even say anything about suicide or about anything that could be conceived as “scary”
Another thing, I made a point not to look at her the entire time because I usually don’t trust people when I see their jacked up faces so I thought maybe if I don’t see how jacked up I bet her face will be then it can be like a blind psych date. Her hair color I see tint of is fine (dye of course) her body shape is fine (obsessive exercise of course) but I do not look at face. I stare at my feet the whole time being very eloquent and kind but talking a lot through my cases and how I am at no fault for these things. Then I decide I will look at her face after the hour appointment and boy, is it jacked up. Her hair cut is that of a rat and her eyebrows are making her look like a cuckoo-clock. Her voice was not unattractive, but not attractive either. I’m just like oh, of course, no wonder she couldn’t “listen”
To put the icing on the cake, how I explicitly told her more than once I would be needing no further assistance from her this is a one time thing and that I’m ONLY there due to court “requirement” and no psychiatric “neccesity” of my own, I receive a letter the next couple days that “She refuses to be my psychiatric provider from then out” I’m all f*cking confused as hell. I’m like who does this chick think she is? That is like me telling someone who has never offered me a job that I refuse to accept the position. I’m like “I ain’t hire this dumb b*tch” she thinks I’m just gonna pay her through my health insurance because… why…? Like no b*tch, you have to do a good job and be hired before you can refuse a position.
Even if I had the necessity for a psychiatric doctor I would not be taking no ratty h00ker to be my “psychiatrist”
So… that’s just my last experience. I don’t psych doctor though. That was in July or something. It was REQUIRED. I didn’t need her then or ever.
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Meds are definitely frustrating.
Side effects, ineffectiveness, expense…
Also irritating to see “professionals” who really don’t grasp what you’re trying to tell them.
Maddening world.
They dont even work.
I know.
Didn’t work for me either.
From what I read, all over this site, and all over the internet, is psychotropics usually don’t work. Happy endings with those things are very rare according to those who use them. They are very fine according to those who profit from them and those who just believe what the lab coats and television commercials tell them.
I don’t know how long you have been on them, but it’s generally a good idea to taper off reeeally gradually to give your brain time to adapt.
I used to go back on meds as soon as the withdrawal got bad enough. Only later did I learn that that was what it was, not my “illness” getting worse.
Now just neurontin lithium and cymbalta. I already dropped seraquil and haldol. Those were terrible. Cybalta is getting the axe too. All these meds suck. I havent gotten better..
I definitely sympathize about the Cymbalta.
I used to be on that… it only made things worse, and the side effects were awful.
If they arent helping and the effects are worse then why bother. Was better off smoking weed.
Yeah I was better smoking weed. I don’t know if it’s the environment the company or……the no weed effect…..
I think it’s the first two but will need ten or so more sessions with weed to rid my fears of the first two once I can leave it.
What is “better” in your words?
Will wait a few months till they legalize weed here, ftw….
Yeah I was better with weed…….I can’t tell if it is the company the environment the strange passerbys…..or the no weed effect.
I will probably need about ten more sessions with weed to rid me of my fright/terrors after I leave the first two.
Then I can live without (won’t be able to purchase/afford)
My last psych at my “mental health evaluation” for “driving” under the influence “probation” “listened” to me talk for 45 minutes about how and why I would never take psychiatric “medication” again, why it was a mistake in the first place that I had ever been in a psych ward and that I never needed the “medications”, about how I was not driving when I was pulled over and got “driving” under influence charge, about my “criminal” history of which a few I was framed for, and about my experiences with the mental health “unit”. And how I am only there to see her ONE time and I annunciate the ONE time deal because it is a requirement for the court for this, but it is a requirement for EVERY DUI holder. I assured nothing was wrong with me psychologically or mentally the entire talk. Not all in order (I talked a lot) Then she told me “I was funny” then tried to prescribe me a pill for epileptic seizures. I said “Can I look up side effects and maybe call you when I decide whether or not to accept this” She said “you can do that but I will go ahead and write the prescription anyway right now” I say “no don’t write it until I call the next day” she goes round about about 4 other prescriptions she could write, like 4 other medications, I guess all for the “same” “problem” I then research on my phone real quick the side effects of the “drug” she was trying to write me a prescription for while she goes to draw on the board how I will taper to the “maximum dose” for my “problem” (italicizes) I see on my phone it says it’s mainly used to treat “epipletic seizures” first thing I say is “you never told me it was to treat SEIZURES” I mean come on when it says “treat SEIZURES it really means if you don’t have seizures now you will when you take the med – which is how meds work, AM I right?” She says “I did tell you that was the first thing I said” SHE NEVER SAID THIS (confuse) I then see it says a major common side effects is uncontrollable eye tremors, eye spasms. ———Then I remember a friend I had who is now deceased who must have taken something like that and showed me on the way to the locker rooms about how her eyes could tremble uncontrollably. And how she had to receive major eye surgery (her abusive family had her spend all year in a mental hospital and that is why she was not in school all of 7th grade) I could not wrap my head around that as a 14 year old. I didn’t know where she was until I remembered she said few things about that she didn’t go to deeply into that with me. Anyway, she is the only friend I discussed about my desire to commit suicide. She became deceased in 2015. She told me she wanted to overdose on heroin to die peacefully or slit her wrists in the bathtub (she was a cutter) ———- anyway, I see that I say no can do on ANY psychiatric medication and that I suppose our “evaluation” was done. As she had just lied to my face about something as silly as whether it for seizures or whatever her ultimate “diagnosis” was. Her chart was, likewise, pathetic. She says “but OH you start at lowest dose and TAPER” TAPER FOR GOD SAKES THAT THERE IS IN ESSENSE THAT ITS GOING TO RUIN YOUR SYSTEMS. So I leave. I tell her kindly that my mother is not allowed in on our mental health evaluation “hour” she walks out to get my billing information or …whatever… from the receptionist. My mom comes up she says (big fat loud stupid mouth slurred always) THE LAST PSYCH DOCTOR SAID SHE MIGHT HAVE A HIGHLY FUNCTIONING FORM OF AUTISM (I have never been autistic in my entire life) I tell my mom please don’t talk to her I already told her I don’t give permission. Then we leave. I did not tell her about my friends problem but I told my mom in the car. My mom said “I DONT CARE SHUT UP”
My mom would foul-mouth her frequently “weird odd strange” when she was my friend when I was 14. My other “family” members would also bad-mouth her
(Don’t know what their problem is)
Anyway, I go to a few “probation” meetings and my probation officer is like “court requires this” she has not sent it to me yet” I tell her the office is “down the street I can go tell her you need it”
Takes her about a month and a half to two months to send in their simple “evaluation” form
Anyway, when my “P.O.” Receives this she tells me “They have never been more scared by a patient”
I didn’t do anything scary except rip up her medication prescription that I calmly and nicely spoke to her the entire appointment that I would never take the meds again and asked her many times not to write while I decided if I wanted the prescription or not. I didn’t even say anything about suicide or about anything that could be conceived as “scary”
Another thing, I made a point not to look at her the entire time because I usually don’t trust people when I see their jacked up faces so I thought maybe if I don’t see how jacked up I bet her face will be then it can be like a blind psych date. Her hair color I see tint of is fine (dye of course) her body shape is fine (obsessive exercise of course) but I do not look at face. I stare at my feet the whole time being very eloquent and kind but talking a lot through my cases and how I am at no fault for these things. Then I decide I will look at her face after the hour appointment and boy, is it jacked up. Her hair cut is that of a rat and her eyebrows are making her look like a cuckoo-clock. Her voice was not unattractive, but not attractive either. I’m just like oh, of course, no wonder she couldn’t “listen”
To put the icing on the cake, how I explicitly told her more than once I would be needing no further assistance from her this is a one time thing and that I’m ONLY there due to court “requirement” and no psychiatric “neccesity” of my own, I receive a letter the next couple days that “She refuses to be my psychiatric provider from then out” I’m all f*cking confused as hell. I’m like who does this chick think she is? That is like me telling someone who has never offered me a job that I refuse to accept the position. I’m like “I ain’t hire this dumb b*tch” she thinks I’m just gonna pay her through my health insurance because… why…? Like no b*tch, you have to do a good job and be hired before you can refuse a position.
Even if I had the necessity for a psychiatric doctor I would not be taking no ratty h00ker to be my “psychiatrist”
So… that’s just my last experience. I don’t psych doctor though. That was in July or something. It was REQUIRED. I didn’t need her then or ever.