Risperdal and Life

I want to tell people how life on Risperdal was. In bed all day, crying to GOD to save me from the doctors. Went from 125IQ to 70. TV all day. No creativity.. Have no clu what to surf on so I read news all day. All news(4) all day everyday. Like i am stuck in a trip or a retard. Don`t know my name.. remeber it, but don`t know it. Can`t remember mom or dad or anything from school. Gained 40kg in 1.5 years. Great... lets surf.. and now life is just torture.. Everything is hard like dryed blood. Torture everyday. ad its not like you can escape it. Better to sitt 10 years in a german jew camp than to sitt all life in a mental jail(mind). Everyhting is torture..


What I learned from this is if you talk(doctors) you become a retard.

I did the same thing on Zyprexa, watch the news channel repeat.


I didn't know what was wrong with me, I only took it at night to sleep but that insidious drug sucked the life out of me 24/7 more and more as time went on.

The Rx ran out and the deadness of life started lifting even as the withdrawal reactions from the center of hell came into full effect.

I was sick for many many months getting off that stuff and got dependent on benzos like Xanax and Clonopin after having to use them for the withdrawal reactions.


Hell will freeze over before any of these doctors ever say sorry for hurting people with this crap.

Urggh, Risperdal is horrible. I was forced to take it in "hospital". I had respiratory problems, and the akathisia was just torture. I was also forced to take a dangerously large amount for one who had only started taking it the day before. Pretty much all the worst experiences of my life have come on neuroleptics. The worst was Neuroleptic Malignant Syndrome on too high a dose of stelazine. That was the worst experience of my life. Pure torture, an evil stew of almost neck-breaking cervical dystonia, the worst fever of my life, akathisia, panic, terror and muscle failure in my legs. Haldol is dreadful as well.

To think that people actually try to justify forcing people to take these disgusting chemicals....

I understand the problem of antipsychotic side effects. Depending on the dose they can be difficult to deal with. What I found was, when not in hospital, I was free to decide whether or not to take the medication when it was in tablet form. However, more recently I have been placed on the depot and found the side effects difficult to deal with. I discussed the issue with my psychiatrist and for the time being the situation has improved. All I can suggest is, if you are experiencing side effects that you cannot cope with, you talk to your psychiatrist and try and improve your situation that way.

We know that people can be seriously harmed on antipsychotic medication which tells us that the medication is dangerous. If you do not know the psychiatric system you would probably think that if a patient was complaining of side effects the psychiatrist would withdraw the medication. I have found that the psychiatrist will continue making you take the medication regardless of any side effects that you may be suffering. In my case I was living with a very controlling individual who would stand over me and make me take the pills. I was visited once a week by a social worker and together they would ensure that I was taking the medication. If not, I was threatened with being admitted to hospital. You find that the mental health workers involved in your treatment influence those around you, convincing them that you require medication.

Risperdal is a terrible drug that I avoided whenever possible while locked up. One time when I got out they had imbeciles coming to my house to see me take the pills. They were elongated green coated caplets, 4 mg I think. I hollowed them out with a needle and put them back into the blister sheet so it would look like I was dispensing and swallowing a pill.

They got sick of the insults and the venom I spat at them after a few days and f'ed off. Then I told the idiot shrinks at the clinic that if they wanted mayhem in their hospital AND if they had a bed AND if there were pigs that were able to get me in there AND if they were able to find me then they were welcome to try.

I'll put this here since I'm now laughing about mayhem.

A few weeks ago I was in a supermarket and a woman was smiling at me and I remembered her as a nurse that was on duty the night I tipped over the meal trolley.

I was in a locked ward of course and as always was immaculately groomed, dressed and comported myself with the utmost dignity. Even when snarling at the psychtroopers.

I'd thought it through over a couple of days. The evening meal trolley arrived at about 1800 and was left standing so as to be taken by ward staff into the dining room. It wasn't a hot box, it was an open stainless steel frame rack on wheels that had about 25 plastic trays with meals slotted into it and about another 3 on top. There were a few people about moving toward the dining room but none in the way so I was able to tip it sideways so that every single meal was spilled along with the almighty crash of the trolley, which is about 1.8 meters long and nearly as high, hitting the floor.

The staff came out but no one knew what had happened. I had to tell them that I had tipped it over. At first they didn't believe it and I had to convince them. They didn't know what to do so I suggested they put me in protective isolation which they did.

The hospital kitchen wasn't able to supply them with replacement meals. I'd anticipated this of course so while they were putting me in a cell I told them the obvious, that they were going to have to ring out for food to be delivered.

I knew that some of the patients were going to be angry at the delay of their meal but hoped that most would be entertained and get a better meal even if a couple of hours late. I found when I got out of seclusion that I was of course right.

I'd written it all out beforehand to circumvent any suggestion that might be made by the psychtroopers that I had "suddenly deteriorated". I tucked the document into the pages of Call Of The Wild in the bookshelf. I haven't been back to it, it's probably still there.

Sounds like a fun night for the patients...

I hate rhisperdol with every fiber of my being. I refuse to take it. It makes me comatose, and we are talking a pill the size of a milligram. The dust of it makes me barely able to walk.

Rhisperadol is sometimes used on boys and sometimes girls diagnosed with autism or oppositional defiant disorder and it is a cruel drug. One psychiatrist (not mine) told me that rhisperdol actually makes a person starve and so they eat and eat and eat.

I hate the stuff. I fight my psychoses and delusions by with music and eastern philosophy.

Disclaimer: I DO take lamictal for my moods, though.

It's a good thing to remember that everyone responds differently to each medication. What may work wonders for some may be the worst thing ever for another person. Cate, I'm sorry to hear you had such a negative experience with risperdal. Having a medication react so powerfully in your body that you become comatose/not be able to walk definitely is not a good thing. I'm glad to hear that you have been able to come off of it.