You know “those people.” Maybe you’ve ended up one of them yourself. The losers that never stop going in and out of hospitals, treatment centers, therapy, and the like. They stay on disability. They are known in all the ER’s to be pains in the butt. A drain on services in the community. These people need to be “managed” and are best off kept ON their meds. Not much is expected of them, and they are likely to die young.
Whoa! Really? Folks, that’s precisely what the medical community believes. That we that ended up with the label “chronic mental patient” are living wasted human lives. They have no desire to see us thrive. They don’t want us to die weird, mysterious deaths (such as suicide) so they’ll lock us up to prevent any tarnishing of their reputations, but other than that, we don’t receive any “help.” That’s why we receive the absolute bare minimum income the government can possibly give us, and the bare minimum health care, the least they can get away with.
It would be all fine and dandy, I mean, you can keep going to therapy, keep going to the programs and taking their pills and play kiddie games in the hospitals when you show up. Until what happens is that you start to notice that your body is saying, loud and clear,
Like when your organs give out. Maybe it’s your heart. Or you start to get seizures from the meds. Or your kidneys are destroyed, or your vision is permanently wrecked, or you get diabetes or the weight gain gets so bad that your knees collapse. The meds screw up your hormones and ruin your bones. You can’t have sex cuz your sex drive disappeared ages ago. You were told this was a “trade-off.” You have uncontrollable shakes. You can’t sleep. You sleep too much and can’t get out of bed in the morning. The meds mess up your balance and you can no longer walk straight. You get permanent nerve damage or brain damage. You end up with Tardive Dyskinesia or some other permanent movement disorder. You have severe anxiety or insomnia from meds. You get manic from meds. You feel like crawling out of your skin. You lose your job due to side effects of meds. You try to stop, go through horrible withdrawal, and you get blamed for stopping the drug. You get memory deficit, confusion, and appear to have Alzheimer’s. You appear to have MS. You appear to have epilepsy. You appear to be psychotic or manic. You wonder why you got so fat and can’t lose weight. You can’t stop throwing up because the pills make your stomach sick. You wonder why you are addicted to sleeping pills or antianxiety pills after taking them only a short time.
You get despondent, more depressed, even suicidal. You start to hate the docs when before, you worshiped them. They blame you for your bad attitude, tell you you will never make it. Maybe it’s time to think about a nursing home. Or the state hospital. Or if they can’t pull that one, a Rogers order. Guardianship at least.
Folks, it’s never, ever too late to walk out. Will you join me? Don’t allow your life to be ruined further or to be controlled any longer by these so-called “doctors.” It’s time to take back our bodies.
Walking out was the hardest thing I ever did. I am SOOOOOO thankful now. I have saved my precious life. I will be 56 in just over a week. You bet it’s a celebration. I am a “lifer” no more.