RitualOpposum
Rising Star
Hello. I want to facilitate a discussion about my experiences with Psychiatry and trauma or being traumatized by psychiatry in clinical settings.
I am not here to say that Psychiatry is evil or to generalize any nonsense although I share my lived and not so great experiences with Psychiatry. I feel like it fails me
side note I've had to intervene with my father TWICE to correct drug interactions. One drug interaction was that he's on a Suboxone prescription and they were going to inject him with Fentanyl WHICH IS A DRUG INTERACTION and the other caught me off guard and explained a lot when I found out; Klonapin & Xanax two different Benzodiazapines.. which.... IS A DRUG INTERACTION too
a few years ago I was diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder when I told a doctor that my dad had it along with bipolar and ever since I have been prescribed antipsychotics that I truly do not appreciate. The meds absolutely do nothing and I don't suffer from Hallucinations aside from those that I would experience working with entheogens.
This past two years were hard on me. I experienced on and off again homelessness and my family could not or would not help. Later I was offered shelter from a family member and so I'm stable. Being unsheltered stressed me towards emotional burnout and mental break. Police have a habit of harassing unsheltered people which I experienced twice.
I got into some trouble however for pushing over a statue at a hospital. I was upset because I came for help and they told me to leave which violates the emergency medical treatment and labor act (EMTLA law). Hospitals are not allowed to deny treatment under law. From there I got spooked and ran from the police and they tazed me, beat me, handcuffed me, an officer said they should have done worse; I got physically assaulted they took me to jail and released me an hour after sitting handcuffed. They handed me a few tickets. I was not sheltered ideally and limped "home". "Home" was a tent in my sisters yard. I got lost twice.
I limped the next day 5 or so miles trying to walk to the town where the actual county courthouse was and got lost trying to make a shortcut, completely lost among corn fields and I got dehydrated and sucked moisture from cornstalks to survive. I found someone who gave me two bottles of water. I then tried asking a stranger by knocking on their door and explained that I was lost, disoriented, and asked for a ride home and they sheltered me from the heat, gave me a sandwhich, and took me "home". This was still around I think.. August; pretty sure so heat
Later .. I missed a court appearance by showing up late.. I was eventually declared mentally incompetent to stand trial and put into jail as a holding cell to be transported to a long term mental facility; I am pretty certain I contracted Tuberculosis from the extremely unhygienic filthy conditions at the jail. I was diagnosed with Active Tuberculosis when I was transferred....
Also I kept being triggered by aggressive inmates and being relocated which got me to a suicidal breaking point. In incarceration part of trauma is when you are harmed for your cries for help. I got placed on suicide watch in the beginning of December and I had no cover nor clothing to stay warm. The cell I stayed in was freezing & lacked insulation let alone hygiene.
These people wouldn't lift a finger for you if you needed soap or toothpaste and I had to wash myself using a sink because I would ask for a shower and the staff were too lazy to provide adequate hygiene. The showers were filthy scummed up steel walls and scaldingly hot.. so debilitating; it's like you are livestock or in a concentration camp
.. I got there and knew to take medications without "defiance" because everything was going to fixate on psychiatric drugs as the-end-all-be-all pinnacle holy grail.. I behaved well and I managed to be declared mentally competent after completing a competence test (therapist asks you questions that determine if you understand the law or not) within my second month of stay. I memorized it by the exact one page list of definitions
while better than Jail ..staying there traumatized me. Really the holistic combined bad experiences stack together into complex multifaceted trauma...
The showers at this mental facility were also scalding. Both were systems that used high heat and harsh chemicals to sterilize. This chapped my skin cracking my bottom lip into a slight split. I read books to pass time. It's defeating because there's alot of stigma and even more you feel like livestock
I took my medications; negotiating being taken off Benzodiazapines for a non habit forming mood stabilizer. They let me off the controlled habit forming drugs.. gods bless!!
I hated most of the staff ahonestly and some of them were outright abusive to nonviolent "descenters" like a specific instance an Arab man would be outright verbally abused all the time for things like getting up out of his seat to stand after dinner.. or some other slight
Staff have no respect and I'm convinced it's more that he's an Arab and civil disobedient and this was a kind of uniquely "Psychiatric Fascism". They were racist Islamophobes that treat people like livestock
anyhow a family member agreed to let me stay with them so that I had a place to live after my discharge
I was released after four or five months (time blends together into a twilight zone without calendars and clocks but I overall kept a good record mentally) and I had to go back to jail just until they could finalize. When a family member gave me shelter I got to a real home in the real world with central air, clean floors and walls, cleanliness, real food, real love and affection; finally. It took a couple weeks to adjust and it is a blessing to be human again
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I am not here to say that Psychiatry is evil or to generalize any nonsense although I share my lived and not so great experiences with Psychiatry. I feel like it fails me
side note I've had to intervene with my father TWICE to correct drug interactions. One drug interaction was that he's on a Suboxone prescription and they were going to inject him with Fentanyl WHICH IS A DRUG INTERACTION and the other caught me off guard and explained a lot when I found out; Klonapin & Xanax two different Benzodiazapines.. which.... IS A DRUG INTERACTION too
a few years ago I was diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder when I told a doctor that my dad had it along with bipolar and ever since I have been prescribed antipsychotics that I truly do not appreciate. The meds absolutely do nothing and I don't suffer from Hallucinations aside from those that I would experience working with entheogens.
This past two years were hard on me. I experienced on and off again homelessness and my family could not or would not help. Later I was offered shelter from a family member and so I'm stable. Being unsheltered stressed me towards emotional burnout and mental break. Police have a habit of harassing unsheltered people which I experienced twice.
I got into some trouble however for pushing over a statue at a hospital. I was upset because I came for help and they told me to leave which violates the emergency medical treatment and labor act (EMTLA law). Hospitals are not allowed to deny treatment under law. From there I got spooked and ran from the police and they tazed me, beat me, handcuffed me, an officer said they should have done worse; I got physically assaulted they took me to jail and released me an hour after sitting handcuffed. They handed me a few tickets. I was not sheltered ideally and limped "home". "Home" was a tent in my sisters yard. I got lost twice.
I limped the next day 5 or so miles trying to walk to the town where the actual county courthouse was and got lost trying to make a shortcut, completely lost among corn fields and I got dehydrated and sucked moisture from cornstalks to survive. I found someone who gave me two bottles of water. I then tried asking a stranger by knocking on their door and explained that I was lost, disoriented, and asked for a ride home and they sheltered me from the heat, gave me a sandwhich, and took me "home". This was still around I think.. August; pretty sure so heat
Later .. I missed a court appearance by showing up late.. I was eventually declared mentally incompetent to stand trial and put into jail as a holding cell to be transported to a long term mental facility; I am pretty certain I contracted Tuberculosis from the extremely unhygienic filthy conditions at the jail. I was diagnosed with Active Tuberculosis when I was transferred....
Also I kept being triggered by aggressive inmates and being relocated which got me to a suicidal breaking point. In incarceration part of trauma is when you are harmed for your cries for help. I got placed on suicide watch in the beginning of December and I had no cover nor clothing to stay warm. The cell I stayed in was freezing & lacked insulation let alone hygiene.
These people wouldn't lift a finger for you if you needed soap or toothpaste and I had to wash myself using a sink because I would ask for a shower and the staff were too lazy to provide adequate hygiene. The showers were filthy scummed up steel walls and scaldingly hot.. so debilitating; it's like you are livestock or in a concentration camp
.. I got there and knew to take medications without "defiance" because everything was going to fixate on psychiatric drugs as the-end-all-be-all pinnacle holy grail.. I behaved well and I managed to be declared mentally competent after completing a competence test (therapist asks you questions that determine if you understand the law or not) within my second month of stay. I memorized it by the exact one page list of definitions
while better than Jail ..staying there traumatized me. Really the holistic combined bad experiences stack together into complex multifaceted trauma...
The showers at this mental facility were also scalding. Both were systems that used high heat and harsh chemicals to sterilize. This chapped my skin cracking my bottom lip into a slight split. I read books to pass time. It's defeating because there's alot of stigma and even more you feel like livestock
I took my medications; negotiating being taken off Benzodiazapines for a non habit forming mood stabilizer. They let me off the controlled habit forming drugs.. gods bless!!
I hated most of the staff ahonestly and some of them were outright abusive to nonviolent "descenters" like a specific instance an Arab man would be outright verbally abused all the time for things like getting up out of his seat to stand after dinner.. or some other slight
Staff have no respect and I'm convinced it's more that he's an Arab and civil disobedient and this was a kind of uniquely "Psychiatric Fascism". They were racist Islamophobes that treat people like livestock
anyhow a family member agreed to let me stay with them so that I had a place to live after my discharge
I was released after four or five months (time blends together into a twilight zone without calendars and clocks but I overall kept a good record mentally) and I had to go back to jail just until they could finalize. When a family member gave me shelter I got to a real home in the real world with central air, clean floors and walls, cleanliness, real food, real love and affection; finally. It took a couple weeks to adjust and it is a blessing to be human again
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