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To: tfecw
"grandma used to be full of anxiety, but since we've destroyed her brain with MDMA it's a lot better. We don't even feel guilty or fear death when we look at her because she's obviously so happy"

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Exactly. I've seen this done to older people with legal anti-depressants. A little old lady I knew used to reminisce and of course complain, but people had no patience with her, so they keep her full of stuff, now she walks around like a happy zombie. It is heartbreaking, but I guess she is a lot less trouble now, that nothing bothers her.

5 posted on 12/27/2004 11:03:43 AM PST by FairOpinion
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To: FairOpinion

Ecstacy originated from a legal anti-psychotic drug. Of course the current manufacturers are not regulated by the FDA so who knows what it is cut with now.


28 posted on 12/27/2004 11:48:07 AM PST by mindspy
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To: FairOpinion
WHAT...WHAT? WHAT? After reading some of these responses I feel like I'm living in BIZARRO world. So, being content and happy is not good. If by nature you're crabby, complaining and ornery, then that's the way you should go out, making everyone around you miserable as well. WOW WOW WOW.

Let me tell you something from personal experience. My Mother was a typical Jewish mother. She was naggy, she complained, at times she made our lives miserable with her negative attitude.

All who know me knew that when it came down to it, I would have my Father live with me if it was needed, but I couldn't bear to live with my Mother. It would just be too difficult for everyone involved.

In October of 1999 my Mother fell and broke her hip and my Father was diagnosed with Cancer. THEY BOTH MOVED IN WITH ME. I had to quit my job. Fortunately I have the best husband on Earth and I don't have children, or else we wouldn't be talking about this.

Anyway, we started treatment with my Dad while my Mother was recuperating from her fall. As always, she was negative and demanding, but I was too busy concentrating on my Father to think of anything else.

Dad passed away February 7th of 2000. THAT DAY I put my mother on anti-depressant medication and I cry with joy that these medications exist. She became the woman I knew she could be. She laughs and she NEVER complains. Five years later she still lives with us and we have no problems. I actually have a better relationship with her than I ever did.

She has home health workers come and they tell me horror stories of women my age who take care of their mothers and their mothers are still the naggy bitches they had always been.

So I've destroyed her brain, huh? Because of these pills she has had probably the best five years of her life. She has people who actually come and see her because the WANT TO , not because the HAVE TO. I am so passionate about this subject because of the way it has effected all our lives.

If I thought like you, my mother would be living in a nursing home, with strangers changing her diapers. Today, she thanks me and tells me she loves me.

I wish I had insisted she take this medication while my Dad was alive. I think his last years would have been alot better too.

30 posted on 12/27/2004 11:58:10 AM PST by Hildy ( To work is to dance, to live is to worship, to breathe is to love.)
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