and they really work for you, then don't listen to me, keep taking them and the more power to you.
Do you work at a job and earn a living while you take anti-psychotic drugs? Do you support a family or take care of one while your wage-earner partner can keep her or his job without worrying about your sanity? Good, then the "anti-psychotic" pills you take (or I'll add in for good measure, god help us all, the "anti-depressant" pills) are doing what we were always told they were supposed to do. Or if you don't work or care for a family, if not, do you at least live a fulfilling single's life, with good capable friends and family and a worthwhile occupying activity that keeps your mind free of craziness and despondency the preponderance of the time? Terrific!Then those pills, whether they be antipsychotic or anti-depressant pills actually function and you are one lucky dude or chick. I say to you, whoever you are, All Cheers and GO FOR IT! Please do not worry about anything further I say in this or any other blog post. Whatever I write from here on in, whatever I say that you do not agree with, IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR YOU. Why? Because by your report, YOUR PILLS WORK and they do a bloody good job of it. So who's to tell you to change anything? You have no complaints and aside from the possibility that your brain might sustain a little shrinkage, if research about such things proves correct, you have nothing to worry about. In truth, most aging brains shrink and sustain bits of damage along the way. Lots of things can happen...most of them not drug related at all. One simply cannot worry about a "what if" future, when the present is so bright.
So I repeat, IF you happen to be one of those lucky ones I have described and actually have no complaints, IF, better than that, if you find that your anti-psychotic drug or anti-depressant pills work terrifically well, you have had no relapses, suffer no terrible trade-offs in terms of side effects, then stop reading this blog post right this minute. Why? Because I have nothing to offer you and nothing to say to you. Okay? You don't need me, and you won't want to hear what I am going to say to the others of us out there whose experience has been somewhat to radically different.
But this is a SHOUT OUT to you, there, who don't like your drugs and don't want to take them. Or find them minimally helpful, or wonder frankly whether they really do any of what the docs tell you they do, forewarned is forearmed...This post is going to be about the charade of anti-psychotic drugs, for the most part, about the fact that they do not in fact function in the anti-schizophrenia fashion that you have been told. (I likely won't have the time or energy at this point, being on AP drugs myself, to get into the appalling farce of what are called anti-depressants...You could turn to MAD IN AMERICA by Robert Whitaker for a take on those -- just check out his chapter on Prozac for a taste...) It isn't that AP drugs do nothing at all. They do attack the brain's neurotransmitter levels, in some fashion or another. And not just the vaunted dopamine and or serotonin levels either. No, most atypical antipsychotic drugs have effects on histamine, glutamine, noradrenaline and acetylcholine and likely a whole host of other brain chemicals we haven't even scratched the surface of, in the sense of knowing their function in the brain, or in any part of the brain for that matter.
Do you know, did you know, that the Dopamine Hypothesis, the fundmental reason why there are antipsychotic drugs out there now in so many burgeoning numbers was always bogus? It never held water, ever. There was NEVER any reason to believe that dopamine caused schizophrenia, or that a dyspfucntional level of dopamine lay behind the majority of schizophrenic symptoms. It was a bold-faced and bald-pated lie, that's because it is as old as the hills and as tiring. You don't have schizophrenia the way one has diabetes, because you have a chemical imbalance in your neurotrnamitters that these neat little AP drugs resolve and rebalance. Sorry, folks, but that has been baloney ever since we all started developing parkinsonism and KNEW, just KNEW that something was terribly wrong with these miracle drugs that made us feel so terrible.
Did you know that it used to be the criteria for a true neuroleptic, the only way they knew they had a functioning adequate drug, was because it successfully induced parkinsonism in patients. That is, if it induced adequate BRAIN DAMAGE, then they knew it would "work" against schizophrenia. Because the theory was, both in ECT and insulin coma, as it was in early AP drugs like Thorazine and Haldol that you had to induce brain damage to get a therapeutic effect in the illness. Crazy no? No, not at all, not when you stood to make ZILLIONS and Gazilliions of dollars on these drugs. Not only could you treat a hospialized crazy person with these drugs, and make them "better" and push them out of the hospital, but you could set up a plan for future care, AFTER CARE, that specified that JUST like diabetes, a person had to keep taking these drugs. You never just recovered from an illness like schizophrenia, no. The drugs were miracles yes, but not like antibiotics, They never cured you. they just were a treatment that you had to keep taking. The Gift that keeps on giving...at least for the Pharmaceutical companies who dreamed up the protocol. If they could get a person onto the AP drugs, once, and mandate legally or via a persuasive mental health system that the patient stay on them for life, well then, what a system, and what a money maker!
Oh my eye! What a load of hog wash. All they ever did was dream up neuroleptic ("brain seizing") drugs that physically subdued people and made them more amenable to nursing. So the hospital nurses could be more nursey nursey and kinder, and more kindly disposed to patients who were now drooling and dulled and seemed much genuinely sick, and the patients could be seen as more ill and less hostile and unpleasant to be around, less difficult to treat qua patients..
But it was a strange transformation, because the more sick the patients were made by taking these neuroleptic drugs, the less they were treated like the troubled and suffering PEOPLE they were to begin with. Once a patient, they assumed that role, and the whole cycle began and has never stopped to this day. "Schizophrenia is an illness just like diabetes." That was the canard I was told in 1980 -- we are still being handed the same disgusting lie! -- when I was first officially diagnosed with the condition, or told the name to my face at any rate. "You'll never recover, and you will likely have relapses, but you won't be a back wards patient if you take these pills like a good girl, and do as I tell you. No schizophrenia isn't a death sentence these days but it IS a life sentence..." So what did I do? I swallowed my 500mg of Melleril, yes i did, and I told the doctor I was feeling much better, yes I did. Because frankly I didn't know how I felt and I felt OBLIGED to tell the doctor what he wanted to hear. How else was I going to get out of the hospital and get off those horrible pills that made me put on 20 pounds in three weeks and made me feel so dull and sluggish and tired all the time? Besides, how could I possibly, in those conditions, KNOW how I felt, when the nurses themsevlves colluded to tell me how much better I looked and was doing? I knew I couldn't read or think for myself any longer. But they told me that that was my negative symptoms and had nothing to do with the drugs. It was a problem I would have to come to terms with by talking with a therapist...which was a good thing, that they suggested I see a therapist. Back in those days, it was often frowned upon that ANYONE with schizophrenia actually do any talking to anyone at all. After all, if you talked about yourself or your illness, you might upset yourself or the whole applecart...You might actually go crazy again, you were that UNSTABLE! No talk therapy was usually frowned upon for "schizophrenics." It was seen as not good for them, and destabilizing. What we needed was daily meds and mouth checks and maybe day treatment with a hours job to do each day, like capping test tubes for the lab to keep us busy. Lucky was he or she who could function as a bus boy or table setter. Most of us barely made it to day treatment on time, before sacking out on a couch somewhere for a long snooze to let the morning's dose of thorazine 1000mg or Melleril 800mg wear off a little before coffee hour or lunch time.
Some of us actually turned blue on high doses of Chlorpromazine, and she eventually died, at the age of 28. There was a lot of relapses and some suicides, but NO ONE actually went out and got a job and quit the hospital and got better. No, because the whole damned system was set up in such a way that once you were set up on anti-psychotic drugs, with a diagnosis of schizophrenia, you were put on social security disability payments for life,..and drugs for life followed, and the trap ensued that meant your whole life was a rolling down hill of poverty and more drug taking and relapses...until maybe something amazing happened to get you out of the systematic rut the psychiatric system had placed you in.
MAYBE you found someone you fell in love with, someone who not only would take care of you, but who hated to see you dull and passionless and sexless on the drugs and encouraged you to SLOWLY wean yourself off of them. And maybe it happened to a few of us that it was a success, because love can really conquer all, even the notion that schizophrenia is a life-long hopeless illness. If you got off the drugs in the right way, slowly, and stopped seeing the doctor who told you you would definitely relapse, maybe just maybe you didn't. Maybe your sex life came back and you found out it was better than Haldol and thorazine, and better than being dulled by the system's poverty and being sick. And once in a while that person's husband was so loving and encouraging that they got married and moved away and she stayed well enough to take up a hobby that turned out to make a little money by itself. So she turned it into a business, and miracle of miracles, she didn't fall into the trap of SSDI after all but stayed well without the AP drugs and became a businesswoman without enough time to think about being schizophrenic again...
But alas, that didn't happen very often. Not nearly often enough. There were far too many tragedies compared to the rare success story. Too many people getting diagnosed with schizopohrenia, and then when the fads for multiple personality disorder came, with that, and all the other fads that had to happen because the drug companies had drugs that they needed to sell use on people and they had to have diagnosese to fit the pharmaceutical picture so they could sell the drugs they had on hand. ADHD, autism are only the latest two...
But I digress, I digress, so let me tell me my own story, if I have the time and energy.
I got sucked in. I did. I was hospitalized in 1980, and even before them. But in 1980, as far as I can now recall, I was up late at night, for the third night, in the hospital kitchenette in an absolute sweating panic about my hands. Why? Because I had this strong delusional belief that they were not my own, but that my twin sister had taken them over and controlled them. I could feel them, and in a sense I could see this process happening. And I heard voices telling me that I was in danger. A nurse came in, and asked me why I was up, and in a panic, i told her. I said, somethings wrong with my hands! They aren't mind, my sister has control of them! And I can't sleep, I can't sleep!
Now, the nurse was a kind woman and I think she meant to help, but she couldnt do anything for me but tell me she would call the doctor, who came, in his fashion, running. I was sweating bullets by then, sitting at the empty lunch table, mumbling about my sister and my stolen hands. What could he do, given his own pharma-company training, but offer me some drug assistance and promise me that it would help, that it was what I "needed" in the throes of my illness?
I believed him, I did. And when he came back the next morning, after I had been dosed three times that night with increasing amounts of Melleril until I finally slept, he pronounced that I suffered from the mental version of diabetes. schizophrenia...The rest, well, if it isn't everyone's history, it is a version of it. And it involves SSDI and even SSI because I had never been able to work a full time job even before then. And none of the many drugs I took after that ever did anything for me but disable me more than before. And I would stop them and be hospitalized again with what they now suspect is withdrawal psychosis, or could have been. And I would be started back on the drugs, or a long-acting injection that was supposed to prevent hospitalization. It never did much good...I was a basket case, a basket case. I never washed or changed my clothing, or even took off my shoes, not even to go to bed. NO I wore those hiking boots for a good year and a half before they even saw me take off the socks I wore underneath them...
So how much did the AP drugs help me? And when they started to restrain me for paranoid fears and trying to escape a locked unit, did I then say Enough is enough, you cannot torture me, I have schizophrenia? No, I accepted mechanical restraints for three days at a ttime as a form of treatment. One doctor actually told me that schizophrenics don't respond badly to being tied to a bed for a long time, it helps them, he said, by reducing stimulation...So they did that, and they kept me in seclusion for weeks at a time...until finally I would cry Uncle and take the drug they wanted me on, and go home again, prepared for the next certain relapse, because what else was there....I had a life, yes, but it wasn't much. It was just hospitals and restraints and drugs that never helped me and cruelty from nurses that didn't know they were hurting me. And doctors who were damaging me without thinking twice about it. And I didn't even have the mental wherewithal to know that the drugs were the prime offenders. The PRIME offenders.
It is now 5:30am and I have been up all night. My shoulder hurts, from where i have a slightly torn rotator cuff and frozen shoulder tendonitis... I don't have a bed, only a recliner I should not sleep in...I am a mess, and I am also NOT going to continue to take my Abilify and Geodon much longer...I cannot. I cannot. I do not know what will happen, but I am too afraid of what will happen if I take it, to take them, though I have never felt they did me more harm than good. I just don;t know what real GOOD they do me.
More later, or on another day. Sorry this was so impassioned.
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Monday, April 28, 2014
If this video embeds as it is supposed to, it is am amazing hour and fifteen minute movie narrated by Daniel Mackler. I believe it is legally allowed to be embedded since I got it from Mackler's Youtube site (with the embed button). Please watch it. You won't be able to stop...All about recovery from schizophrenia without medications, not to mention the harm that medications do in terms of impeding recovery... The film features, among others, Joanne Greenberg of I NEVER PROMISED YOU A ROSE GARDEN fame, and Catherine Penney, RN who also recovered from severe schizophrenia largely without psychiatric drugs, with the help of Daniel Dormand MD.