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To: Salamander

“If you’ve never taken it, you have no idea what you’re talking about.”

I don’t wish to deny people know how drugs make them feel, but what utter BS. I don’t have to have cancer to speak about it intelligently. The whole reason psychiatry exists is to gave someone outside your brain tell you about how you feel.

“Flattening of effect” is not a very precise way to describe it, anyway, Mr. Oh-so Drugknowledgable. Anyway, mine and your explanatoons aren’t mutually exclusive. Could be one of those blind Indian and the elephant stories. It’s not as if I was saying they nake you manic, or anything. You lose the highs and the lows, whuch if you were just in a low low would make you more active and motivated. One of thr things you can become numb to is your own sadnesd, whuch makes you happier. A lot of peolle are happiet without mood swings.

I was being a bit silly in my post, though, which I guess is what the sarcasm tag was invented for. But I thought compound words like “getupandgo” might tell the tale themselves.


35 posted on 01/12/2013 8:42:15 AM PST by Tublecane
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To: Tublecane; shibumi

Have you ever taken them?

MISS Oh-so-Drugknowledgable has.

In 1981, side effects of a healing brain trauma had a quack stick me on them for a total of 11 years, constantly increasing doses/changing meds because darn it, they just ‘weren’t working’.

[TBI has its own timeline for regeneration of neurological deficits but nobody considered *that* and thought I was “just being difficult”]

Between my impatient mother and jackass husband of the time, it was ‘decided’ that I needed to be ‘medicated’.

There are three years of my life that I do not even *remember*.

As a happy little bonus, I began to have absence seizures [one of the known side effects; seizures] and dealt with drug induced OCD for *years*.

It takes a very long time for that crap to totally leave your system and brain chemistry to rebalance itself.

The final straw was Prozac.

I took that poison for 9 days when I “heard a voice” that was not my own telling me to kill myself.

I turned on my heel, marched back to the bathroom and flushed the rest of the bottle down the toilet.

Thank God in heaven that I had a strong will and determined presence of mind to *know* that it was the pills “talking”.

All of that ended 20+ years ago and so far, I’ve managed to cope with life’s stresses all on my own.

Ups and down, highs and lows are part of a normal life and psyche.
Without one, we can never appreciate the other.

“Flat lining” is not a life worth living.

So.

Now give me *your* informed story.


44 posted on 01/12/2013 9:01:03 AM PST by Salamander (This is my tagline. There are many others like it but this one is mine.)
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