Yesterday I posted my feeling of anger at psychiatry, judging the psychiatric drugs as poisons . There is a point where a poison becomes a medicine, or a medicine becomes a poison. The problem I have is that the involuntary psychiatric patient does not often have any choice .
Yesterday, on the metro/subway the man next to me had a garbage bag full of used aluminum drink-cans, I assume to make money. How he paid for his ticket ($3.00) I don’t know. The five cent cans in the bag might have added up to two dollars .
Witnessing this dampened my hubris a bit.
At the age of nineteen , had I not been jailed-hospitalized and poisoned-medicated what would I have done with my life? Did I lose my life or gain it?
Was it a good decision of pre-crime psychiatry to judge me severely mentally ill? Would I have become a criminal? Could I have found a better life?
I would have had to left the Provence of Quebec for I don’t speak french . Secondly I would have had to find something that made me happy, while I worked some crappy job to pay the rent and food bills. I was pretty unhappy back then so it is hard to say what would have happened.
The past mistakes and successes are unchangeable, I have to live in today.
I have to fight for the things I love and find beautiful.
Tuesday,January 24, 2012 at 9:14 AM |
All roads in life have many forks. I’ve been on lithium for 30 years and was put on it without 100% certainty but a first guess from a psychiatrist and a GP. It worked, but i still wonder if I had not been given it, if I would have recovered naturally. I think everyone is like that. We are lucky to be in this age and in Canada. Psychiatry used to be very hard on people’s lives in the past.
You sound strong enough to undertake positive things. Cheers.
Tuesday,January 24, 2012 at 5:05 PM |
Hi Anonymous
Psychiatry used to be very hard on people in the past, that’s true, but if you go further in to the past, psychiatry did not exist.
Only the lucky are alive to notice (we are lucky)
:)
Thank you for the well wishes.