Devilock wrote:I saw...
Me too, alot of nasty stuff. The despair when people were calling there families for help cause of all the abuse and the families ignoring them cause they think they are making it up cause they don't want to stay and get "help".
More on psychiatry as punishment:
Cruel and unusual punishment is a phrase describing punishment which is considered unacceptable due to the suffering, pain, or humiliation it inflicts on the person subjected to it...
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cruel_and_ ... punishmentIn Furman v. Georgia, 408 U.S. 238 (1972), Justice Brennan wrote, "There are, then, four principles by which we may determine whether a particular punishment is 'cruel and unusual'."
The "essential predicate" is "that a punishment must not by its severity be degrading to human dignity," especially torture.
"A severe punishment that is obviously inflicted in wholly arbitrary fashion."
"A severe punishment that is clearly and totally rejected throughout society."
"A severe punishment that is patently unnecessary."
The eminent theologian C. S. Lewis wrote:
Of all tyrannies, a tyranny exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It may be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end, for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.
Their very kindness stings with intolerable insult...
To be 'cured' against one's will and cured of states which we may not regard as disease is to be put on a level with those who have not yet reached the age of reason or those who never will; to be classed with infants, imbeciles, and domestic animals. But to be punished, however severely, because we have deserved it, because we 'ought to have known better', is to be treated as a human person made in God's image...
And when they are wicked the Humanitarian theory of punishment will put in their hands a finer instrument of tyranny than wickedness ever had before...
The new Nero will approach us with the silky manners of a doctor, and though all will be in fact as compulsory as the tunica molesta or Smithfield or Tyburn, all will go on within the unemotional therapeutic sphere where words like 'right' and 'wrong' or 'freedom' and 'slavery' are never heard...
Even if the treatment is painful, even if it is life-long, even if it is fatal, that will be only a regrettable accident; the intention was purely therapeutic...
But because they are 'treatment, not punishment, they can be criticized only by fellow-experts and on technical grounds, never by men as men and on grounds of justice...
C. S. Lewis, "The Humanitarian Theory of Punishment"
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This reminds me of a post from about a year ago,
chris87 wrote:After being in a psych hospital twice, I feel like I've had some very interesting experiences. Prior to May 2012, I had never been in one. This all changed when I had severe suicide ideation and was involuntarily committed. It wasn't a bad facility, but it really didn't help me.
As a result, I ended up back in the hospital in June (a different one this time). What a nightmare. They prescribed me Wellbutrin (150mg), but I wasn't sure if I wanted to take it (I was intending to start taking Dexedrine again for my ADHD, so I thought it would be pointless to take Wellbutrin. It did nothing for me in the past). I declined for a few days, and the doctor ended up increasing it to 300mg. I told the nurse that I decided I would be okay taking it but wanted the doctor to reduce it to 150. I didn't want to start on such a high dose, and the XL tablet can't be split in half. The staff refused to do this, so I refused the medication. I found out one afternoon that the doctor had put in a request to take me to court for medication noncompliance.
They never even bothered to tell me, and I wasn't given a copy of the paperwork. I went the following morning, and the judge didn't listen to a word that I said. It was awful. Because I had lost, the hospital now had permission to give me an injection. I called my PDoc, and he told me not to worry, since Wellbutrin isn't injectable. Unfortunately, it wasn't that simple.
The following morning, I called my mom at 10 AM. At 10:05 one of the Psych Techs told me that I had to get off the phone, because my "15 minutes was up." I calmly said that it hadn't been 15 minutes, but she persisted. I got annoyed, but I didn't do anything crazy (scream, throw a fit, etc.) I just said, "You obviously don't know how to count, because it's only been 5 minutes." I know that I wasn't exactly nice, but like I said, I didn't act violently or do anything ridiculous.
About 15 minutes later, the medication nurse said they had new medicine for me...Prolixin and Cogentin. I told them there was no way that I was taking that medication. I have ADHD...the last thing I want to take is an Antipsychotic which will make my concentration even worse. I could understand if I had bipolar disorder or suffered from schizophrenia, but thankfully, I don't have either illness. Later that night, the nurse said "you know we're going to give you an injection."
Sure enough, they came in my room to inject me. I thought this was crazy. I remember almost being in tears. I kept saying, please don't inject me. Please. I don't want to take this medication. They held me down and did it anyway. I know they're just following the doctor's orders, but it's so demoralizing.
I believe I got the injection around 8:15 PM, and I fell asleep shortly thereafter. It knocked me totally out, and I couldn't even wake up for vitals at 6:00 AM the following morning. After getting out of bed, I felt so sick. I had this horrible uneasiness and awful fatigue. I can't describe it at all, but it was one of the worst feelings that I've ever felt. They locked my door, so I couldn't even go in my room to lay down. I literally put a blanket in front of my door and tried to rest on the floor. Instead of feeling better, I almost felt traumatized and on the verge of suicide. If someone handed me a gun at that moment, I would have killed myself.
I saw my doctor a short time afterward and begged her to discharge me. I told her that I was fine and was not a suicide risk. I was so afraid of getting injected again, that I exaggerated about how I felt. She kept saying that they gave me the antipsychotic, because I was too rigid with my thinking.
After finally getting the staff to unlock my door (I said that I needed to shower), I slept almost the entire day. Thankfully, they didn't bother me. I was awoken by the social worker who informed me that I would be leaving the following morning. I had never been so happy in my life.
When I got up the next day, I was in a decent mood. I went down for breakfast, and while waiting to enter the cafeteria, I felt strange. I didn't know what was happening, but my toes and joints seemed to be pulling in strange directions. I didn't think anything of it until I was eating and my head started twisting to the side. I must have looked ridiculous and got up to walk to the trash area. My body was in so much pain and so contorted. One of the patients on my floor saw me and immediately asked if I was okay. I was so embarrassed, but fortunately, he got the staff who took me back to the unit. The nurse said immediately that it was EPS/dystonia and was a reaction to the Antipsychotic injection. I got a 50mg injection of benadryl in each arm, and thankfully, it subsided shortly thereafter.
Needless to say, this was such a terrible experience. I hope that I am never in a position where I have to go back to the hospital, but if I were, I wonder if it would be better to just end my life. It was just an awful experience and something that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. I'm afraid to ever be in one of these places again. I actually feel like it traumatized me more than anything.
I'm not even that bad of a person. I minded my own business, didn't bother anyone, and tried to think about everything that was bothering me.
Is this a normal experience? Is this what usually happens? I appreciate any input!
That thread is here if anyone wants to read it.
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I survived psychiatry.