Sexual function, psych drugs, and the Psychiatric Genocide: Is this Elephant in the Room going to explode before anyone notices?

Ever since psych drugs came out it has been known that these drugs cause lowered libido and lowering of sexual function in both men and women. These have been reported by patients and verified by medical science. There is no doubt about this. These drugs have never been used to enhance the bedroom experience.

Many writers have chronicled difficulties with sex following the initiation of these drugs. I recall during my graduate studies I read Lauren Slater’s book on her experience with Prozac. She wrote that it diminished her sex drive. This became somewhat awkward between her and her partner and at first they weren’t too sure how to handle it. I thought it was ironic that she stated so loudly and clearly that she felt better on the drug, that it somehow turned her life into something manageable, but now, she didn’t have much desire for sexual intimacy. That I know of there was more to the story later on, as she was concerned about how the drug would affect her pregnancy.

In my book This Hunger Is Secret, which is currently off the market (but I’m making it available again sometime soon, by the way) my introduction is actually a response to Slater’s book on her Prozac experience. In this introduction I ask if “being well” means giving up something. I laugh now since I have to ask: What the heck did I mean by “being well”? Slater was referring to the drug’s effect. Was I? If I was speaking of “absence of symptoms” I wonder which symptoms I was referring to, since the bulk of THIS was written in the mid 2000’s.

My guess is that I was reminiscing about my experience recovering from electroshock. Even then I still believed that the 18-month period following electroshock I had been “ill.” It took me ages to realize that what I had been through was not “mental illness” but aftereffects of shock. I truly thought for over a decade that I’d been extremely mentally ill during that time for completely unknown reasons! (Only her doctor knows for sure.)

So I laugh now since at the time that I wrote that I believed I’d recovered from something horrific, some horrible “illness,” but really, I’d gotten over the effects of shock. Thank goodness I did. Not all do. So this first introduction asks if I lost something when I “recovered.” Slater asks a similar question, if she lost some creativity when she got on Prozac.

It didn’t look like I lost my ability to write. Oddly, when I was confused from the ECT I was able to write but I wasn’t able to do much else. Writing saved me in a way. Maybe that’s why I became a writer. It was like I was in a prison, finding scraps of paper, writing on anything I could during those dark times.

As for sexual function, I don’t particularly think about it right now since I do not have a partner. It’s not something I put high up on the totem pole as super important in life. I demoted it around age 21 after I felt disgusted with being treated like tits and ass. The decision to stop dating was well before psychiatry nabbed me, a decision I made entirely on my own.

I was happy to revive my sexuality while I was dating my partner, Joe. After he passed away I didn’t want to have sex much anymore.

I think my decision at 21 was a wise one.  I had better things to do with my time than waste it on a “relationship.” If I was going to relate to people I didn’t want to do it sexually. I felt that I wanted to relate to them in a more meaningful way than that. I was tired of being used, tired of being appreciated only as flesh and nothing else. I was happy to lose the friends who only valued me as T & A. Now, the friends who remained I knew valued me as a human being. I didn’t expect Joe to come along! And, sadly, I didn’t expect him to die at 45.

Many people are extremely upset about the effect of psych drugs on sexual desire. I can’t believe the dismissive attitude of doctors over this. As if we no longer matter. As if they are doing this to patients deliberately. “You didn’t plan on having children anyway.” “What do you want sex for?” “You’re too unstable to have a relationship.” “You won’t be able to handle it.” “You’re not capable of raising a child.” And so on.  There were times that we were told this, too.

Thus, thousands, if not millions of us have been either discouraged from procreating, stopped from procreating, had our kids taken from us by the courts, not allowed to date, been unable to feel sexual desire, been unable to function sexually or had low sperm count or messed up hormones from the drugs, had menstrual complications, been discouraged from becoming pregnant or nursing due to drugs, or had newborns born with drug-induced birth defects. And more.

These drugs are extremely effective in cutting down the overall world population of “mentally ill” if you truly believe these diseases are inherited brain defects. The drugs cut the population growth.

Forced poverty is another factor to the psychiatric genocide closely linked to the drugs since the side effects alone can keep a person unemployed. Poverty alone can affect our tendency to procreate. If we are so dependent on drugs and doctors and have no income nor jobs, it’s not likely that we’ll be able to provide a home, or food and clothing for the child. The chances are high that the child will be forcibly taken from the parents and put into the foster system, whether there’s any fairness or sense to doing so or not. The assumption is that if a person is deemed mentally ill, he or she can’t do a darned thing from then on. If you stay on those pills, this very well may become true, especially over time.

If the intent was not to cause a genocide, surely the sexual effects would have been addressed decades ago. They are still dismissed as a trade-off. You won’t have kids anyway, and this is the only answer to your permanent brain disease, for the rest of your sorry life.

5 thoughts on “Sexual function, psych drugs, and the Psychiatric Genocide: Is this Elephant in the Room going to explode before anyone notices?”

  1. My shrink told the Medical Board after I reported her for malpractice (prescribing ECT for a drug reaction – Lexapro) that for the following 2 years I was `much improved’. Yeah, I stopped doing anything or going anywhere, I stopped writing after winning awards for it, my return to reading and my thoughts of resuming my art career faded to nothing, and I found out about daytime TV. But I guess I didn’t complain much. It had taken 10 years to get to the point of maybe resurrecting my life BEFORE that 20 TBIs, after the previous 66 ending in 2002 and she `improved’ me enough to stop it completely. I occasionally wonder, but never say, maybe she was jealous of my creativity. She was into the arts, had artist friends and actually bought some of my old works and commissioned some drawings, in fact seemed to really encourage me – then after a shy admission that she too, painted – whammy, ECT. Knowing that my issues were PTSD from ECT – my reaction to Lexapro was the same as my 10 year earlier reaction to Prozac that started the entire disaster, and she knew and recorded that – then turned to ECT. I don’t know, a narcissistic (I too can label) little woman, who made herself vulnerable then retaliated because she could? The workings of the human mind are myriad, devious and complex. Of all people psychiatrists should know that and understand their own peccadilloes. Of course she might have been building up a head of steam because I told her I was her worst and her best patient. Worst because I told he what she was doing wrong and best, because I told her how to fix it. Maybe that was it – humour wasn’t her strong suit and I clearly didn’t have enough insight or self preservation instincts, to keep my counsel. Of course the fact that I was telling people not to have ECT in a clinic that relies on it for its profits, with a very high profile ECT zealot as her boss, might have had something to do with it as well.

    1. Dee, Having had shrinks like that before, ones that were clearly envious of me for personal reasons (just as you said that identifying thing, they see themselves in their own patients) I believe it’s a control thing. Intense need to control. They cannot live without the constant reassurance that they are indeed controlling their patients. They are at the helm, or need to believe they are, or need to be convinced they are or appear to others (bosses, supervisors, their faculty, their CEOs, even their spouses or their parent-ghosts) that they are the puppet-masters.

      I’m sure that quite often it comes from some kind of parental thing in their past that they didn’t resolve. So they try to compensate in their professional lives somehow. I know this because such puppet masters often choose the eating disorders field. You get to find out when we poop eve and can boss around everything that happens in the bathroom. They love that.

  2. Due to my diagnosis, my opportunities for relationships have been very few. If it weren’t that my zest for life seems inextricably tied up with my libido somehow, I would welcome the numbing of my sexual desires.

    1. During my last semester of grad school was sure glad not to be “dating”! When a guy told me it was unnatural of me to put my school work ahead of his sex needs, I told him to go screw himself. Literally, of course.

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