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I feel I have some experience on this issue, and I'll share it.
I had been to some degree constatly depressed since sometime in middle school. (though you wouldn't know it by looking or talking to me) It was bad enough to what I would call "tormenting", but I was not suicidal or anything else of that nature.
However, when I started my 10th grade year in high school that all changed. How I had been feeling the past 3 or 4 years multiplied by 500% (to give some random percentage that is large). Within literal days I was on the track to hell, and like a train there wasn't really anything I could do except go where the track took me.
Why did that happen? Well, I don't really know. Sometimes there would be "reasons" that I knew were causing me to feel a certain way. Then there were times when I was feeling suicidal for no reason other than "it's just the way I feel". Damned if I knew why.
It was sort of major depression with a degree of being bipolar. In otherwords - most days I was feeling like crap thinking of suicide, however there were rare periods (like maybe once every 3 weeks) in which there would be times that I would feel fine. Sometimes it could have been a minute or hourly thing.
However most of the time I was a constant major depression.
Anyway where was I? Ok, 10th grade. Well a long with feeling majorly depressed and suicidal I also had taken up cutting. Generally with a knife or razor blade.
Eventually I got comitted to a mental hospital. (err, well legally I checked my self in) This was like 2 weeks after 9/11 actually.
Let me tell you one thing - if you have a choice between going to jail or a mental hospital in Texas - go to jail. I have never been to jail, but I'm pretty sure it would have been better.
When I first got there I got to be searched, metal detected, and got a paper towel pair of pants and shirt. (YES - literally ALMOST paper towel. It ripped just like a paper towel, and I swear to god was made out of some kind of "giant paper towel")
I also got to have blood extracted and pee in a cup whenever I was told to do so a long with everyone else.
The nurses were like Nazi guards. There was this person there - her name was Alicia who has 14 - some of the nurses (one of them something like a 300 pound black guy) liked to intentionally play mind games with her (verbally) until she flipped out. After that they tackled her and sedated her. (and they did the tackling/sedating all the time) Sometimes they put people in confinement.
One thing that they did to everyone that was REALLY annoying - ignored you. You could ask them a question. They would ignore you unless they absolutely had to acknowledge you.
The food was crap too.
I also had a room mate who shot someone and the judge ordered to spend some time there.
The physical doctor would see you once when you got there, unless you needed to be seen again. Which makes sense.
The therapists and phychiatrists would see you once every couple days for FIVE MINUTES! I shit you not. A whole five minutes. They diagnose you (yea right) and prescribe medicine after they speak to you for a one time 5 minute period.
Ah yes - something else that FUCKING PISSED ME OFF--- Ok, they ask you your sexuality. I told in confidence the staff who asked that I was bi. THEY FUCKING TOLD EVERYONE - INCLUDING MY ROOM MATE who I got locked in with at nite. (yea, the guy who shot someone) Thank god he was not a homophobe.
When I was there there was a brief time when I made up my mind 100% to kill my self. Let me tell you - it is a feeling like no other. I'm not even going to try to describe it, because it can't be described in words. Kind of like an orgasm - you have to feel it to truly understand it.
However it went away, and I have never felt it again.
Anyway - when I was released the diagnosis paper said this - and only this - "Majorly depressed . Bipolar?"
Add to the fact when I was released I was much worse than when I went in!
But anyway... Long story short.
Between that time and hmmm, 5 or 6 months ago, I have been on so many anti-depressants I can't even name them all. Zoloft, prozac, paxil, effexor, depakote, ones I can't think of right now. I have had several doctors in that time as well.
And I can say this conclusively from experience - not one of them helped one ounce. Not at all. Zip. Nada. They might as well have been sugar pills. Other than the side effects that is. Which, fortunately, weren't that bad.
I once had a doctor who decided to prescribe me an anti-phycotic. (acutally two) Obviously mis-diagnosis, or just frustration the anti-depressants didn't help. And let me tell you - those you feel. I can understand how they work. They put you in some kind of trance. (see above description about how I couldn't describe the suicide feeling, because it's the same thing) Anyway, they had some damn strong side effects. (i.e. feeling like you weren't even in reality anymore) Personally I can't understand how anyone could take those things if they were phycotic or not.
About 6 months ago (by that time I wasn't very bad, actually by the time I was a junior it was no where near as bad as it was the year before) I stopped taking anti-depressants. (which I had wanted to take until that time since day one) So here I am today and I'm actually good.
So with this experience how do I feel about forced meds?
Well...
1. A lot of phyciatrists are quacks IMO.
2. The phycological profession needs some SERIOUS overhaul. And this state needs some serious reworking of mental hospitals.
3. I realize that for some people meds help, but for me they never did anything. Obviously they are flaky at best. Though I am glad they are there for the people they do help.
4. For the above reasons and more (that go in to civil rights issues, and others) I think forced meds are totally wrong. I have trouble supporting anyone who supports such a thing.
And also - I have to say for people who have never had any experience personally about mental issues - some of them are SO out of touch and full of BS it's not even funny. I can't believe such people at DU are even trying to give advice or support policy based entirely on limited observation, or less.
This is one of those issues that if you lack experience, you should stay out of. Some peoples suggestions would do nothing but make the situation far worse.
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