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Student
- Apr 27, 2019
- 197
Am I currently suicidal? No. Nope. Not at all.
It occurred to me to be honest, because I am usually (or was) an honest person. I thought briefly of being truthful and explaining where I am and how I got here. But in remembering my previous experience with what audaciously claims to be "getting help" in which I was psychologically abused while simultaneously being forced to take maximum doses of Effexor (without regard to side effects) which stripped me of my persona and transformed me into a humanoid automaton in a cloud of stupor.
Gotta love "modern psychiatry". If you're resistant to being put into a forced dissociative fugue, the psych ward I was in still resorts to ECT:
Image from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
And since I'm on a rant now, I'll add that whether you admit yourself or have been sectioned, the psychiatrist(s) in charge of the ward patient has the right to hold you against your will, which is usually until they've exhausted your health insurance benefit. So the "pyschiatric patient" that they "helped" is left in a state in which they cannot drive or work and have the added stress of an enormous medical bill if you're in the States), adding further stress, distress, and duress.
So, as I sat there contemplating the therapist's inquiries regarding suicide, along with all of these thoughts, I recalled the paperwork I'd just signed which acknowledged their right to have me "sectioned" and weighed that against my current need, my past experiences of medical abuse, the present likelihood of actually being helped. . .I hesitated.
"Have I ever been suicidal in the past? Uh. . . . Well. . . ."
The therapist was presented a previous attempt in a succinct, plausible little story of a one time crisis encapsulated in an impenetrable safe deposit box marked "ancient history" to which no one has the key.
No. Nope. Not currently suicidal at all. Wouldn't think of it.
It occurred to me to be honest, because I am usually (or was) an honest person. I thought briefly of being truthful and explaining where I am and how I got here. But in remembering my previous experience with what audaciously claims to be "getting help" in which I was psychologically abused while simultaneously being forced to take maximum doses of Effexor (without regard to side effects) which stripped me of my persona and transformed me into a humanoid automaton in a cloud of stupor.
Gotta love "modern psychiatry". If you're resistant to being put into a forced dissociative fugue, the psych ward I was in still resorts to ECT:
Image from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
And since I'm on a rant now, I'll add that whether you admit yourself or have been sectioned, the psychiatrist(s) in charge of the ward patient has the right to hold you against your will, which is usually until they've exhausted your health insurance benefit. So the "pyschiatric patient" that they "helped" is left in a state in which they cannot drive or work and have the added stress of an enormous medical bill if you're in the States), adding further stress, distress, and duress.
So, as I sat there contemplating the therapist's inquiries regarding suicide, along with all of these thoughts, I recalled the paperwork I'd just signed which acknowledged their right to have me "sectioned" and weighed that against my current need, my past experiences of medical abuse, the present likelihood of actually being helped. . .I hesitated.
"Have I ever been suicidal in the past? Uh. . . . Well. . . ."
The therapist was presented a previous attempt in a succinct, plausible little story of a one time crisis encapsulated in an impenetrable safe deposit box marked "ancient history" to which no one has the key.
No. Nope. Not currently suicidal at all. Wouldn't think of it.