Halidol nightmare *triggers*

Psychiatry is perfect at covertly doing the exact opposite of what it claims to be doing. Negative drug reactions, something I know all to well.

It is a health damage system. People come in healthy with some problem in living, and charlatans immediately start inflicting a brain injury chemically until these healthy people get a severe brain damage and a permanent disability from this damage.

Those drugs are used to inflict a severe brain injury on purpose as their ONLY wanted effect. Like I have described elsewhere, there is no other wanted effect, and for a good reason.

These charlatans are narcissistic sociopaths who revenge on people that are socially outcasts, and they always immediately start attacking your brain.

Your brain is dying and shrinking in volume. They are attacking your brain to make you permanently disabled. When the damage is done, you are disabled and they call it better! That's because your behavior or ideas pi**ed somebody off who reported you and it pi**ed charlatans too, so they revenged.

And historically, they always punished people. Look at the history of psychiatry again, this time knowing that it is nothing but punishment. Behavior is just behavior, it can be improved when you want, stupid ideas can also be improved when you want, but if you get the cruel and inhumane punishment of a forcibly inflicted brain damage, it is extreme, unjustifiable, and very sociopathic. Nobody normal could do that to others. And on top of that, call it better. That is just sick and very sociopathic, as much as possible. It is like the case of Dundee who blames his victims for what happened to them, and these charlatans are serial killers quite often too, realize that. See how previously healthy people got crippled and a permanent brain disability, and killed themselves? If they were not cruely and inhumanely punished, they would have lived!

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A man with anxiety walks into a hospital with peptic ulcers....leaves with an injection of halidol..and in my home city...what a surprise.


27 yr old male, need medical malpractice legal advice. (self.legaladvice)
submitted 9 months ago by swishahouse713
So first off, I work in the medical field as an EMT for the biggest emergency 911 system ambulance service in Albuquerque, New Mexico. My question is for any lawyer that has worked on a medical malpractice case or a emergency room error type case. In August 2014 I began to have a constant stomach ache. I was diagnosed with peptic ulcers and given famotidine or pepcid. I took the medicine as prescribed and the constant pain continued so I went to an urgent care and they referred me to a gastroenterologist. I saw the gastroenterologist and they scheduled me for a colonoscopy and a endoscopy in January. This was in September. They gave me nothing for pain and instructed me to only eat soft bland foods. The pain continued to get worse, especially a few hours after I ate. I did what they instructed me to do and my pain continued to get worse. In December 2014 the pain became unbearable and I went to the Emergency room and they gave me a CT scan that showed only a slightly inflamed appendix. They gave me a prescription for 12 hydrocodone pills and told me to follow up with my primary care. Three days later, I saw my primary care doctor and she refused to give me more hydrocodone and put me on tramadol instead. I had a allergic reaction to the tramadol. The tramadol made it very hard for me to urinate, so I contacted her and she said there was nothing she could do and to go to the emergency room. This is happening in January 2015. I went to the emergency room and told them my symptoms which included extreme right lower abdominal pain. This is where I feel the malpractice happened. I was directed to a room and assigned a Physician Assistant and a nurse. My vital signs were poor, I was hypotensive (low blood pressure), low grade fever and borderline tachycardic ( fast heart rate). No ECG was performed. No physical exam was performed, the PA or nurse did not listen to bowel sounds. No CT scan was ordered. Not a single staff member except a hospital tech who came in a took five vials of blood placed their hands on me. I was asked to give a urine sample, which I gave. About 15 minutes later the PA entered the room and stated " boy, you're lucky that you know the charge nurse because you look like a drug seeker." My mother was in the room the entire time. I asked if I could have something for the pain and she said she would give me something. About 5 minutes later the nurse entered the room with a syringe about half full of clear liquid, I asked him what he was giving me, he said " just something for your pain." He connected the syringe to my INT which is basically a IV line that is not connected to any IV fluids. It is used as a intravenous medicine route. He connected the syringe to this device and I asked him again what he was giving me. He said I am giving you haloperidol or haldol for short. I said, I don't want that. That is not used to treat pain. He stated " I know, I thought it was weird too but the PA said it was good for abdominal pain and thats what she ordered for you." I said no and he didn't listen and gave me the medicine anyway. I was alert and orientated, not under the influence of alcohol. I was in every way able to make my own medical decisions. Haldol is a antipsychotic and commonly used on patients that are having a mental break down and acting aggressive. It is primary used to calm or knock out a patient that is a danger to their selves and the hospital staff. Haldol is also contraindicated when the patient has a low blood pressure and is taking other central nervous system depressants. I have a diagnosed anxiety disorder that I take Valium for and it is also not suppose to be given to patients who take stimulants like Adderall, I also take that medication and have been diagnosed with ADHD. I had taken both of those medicines that day and informed the staff of what medications I was currently taking. A few minutes later the nurse came back into the room, handed my mother a prescription for 12 oxycodone pills and advised that I follow up with my primary care. He removed my INT IV line and said that I was free to go. He took one last set of vitals signs and I had become even more hypotensive. I stated that I was having double vision and was extremely dizzy. He said not to worry and I was free to go. I could barely walk, not a single staff member offered me assistance or a wheel chair and my 51 year old mother had to basically hold me up until we got to the car. On the car ride home she stated that I was in and out of consciousness and continued to complain of the right lower abdominal pain. She took me back to the emergency room and they explained to her that what I was feeling was completely normal and to " let me sleep it off". I was not admitted or seen in the ER again that night. I requested a copy of my medical records the next week and in the medical records it states that I gave my informed consent to have that drug, it states that a complete physical exam was done. It states that they did not give me a CT scan because I claimed I had one done days prior at another hospital that I have never been a patient at. The medication was given at 0537 and I was discharged against my will at 0600 with unstable vital signs. I have researched the use of Haldol and not found a single instance were it was given to relieve abdominal pain and according to the Mayo Clinic, the number one side effect of haldol is abdominal pain. I feel my patient rights were violated and I was not treated to the standard of care. I have done some research on medical malpractice lawsuits and have found that they are very complex and often not successful. What I am asking is for an attorney to read my story and suggest if they think that a lawsuit would even be worth it. I would really appreciate it. I had to miss months of work and travel to the Cleveland Clinic just to get suitable care. The hospital here has completely stopped treating my pain and basically ignored me. I'm sorry for the novel. Thank you for your time.

He's an EMT who knows what halidol is...I wonder if he ever injected anyone? Maybe he thought working in the medical field would save him. But to the nurse ratched he was just another "mentally ill" subhuman. I read a comment in mind freedom referring to a psychiatrists as a "Ghosts of Goebbels." and I thought it was one of the best descriptions of the the professional torture profession. I think I'm going to start calling psychiatrists Goebbels from now on. That or druglords/pseudoscientists.
http://a2.files.biography.com/image/upl ... U4Mzc5.jpg
Doesn't he have the perfect face for psychiatry?
Speaking of EMT's the latest new on my soap opera of a life is that "Dr" Peggy Rodriguez believed I "tried to murder" my mother" because supposedly an EMT told her that at the hospital. The same EMT who never spoke to my mother, probably never spoke to the police officers who told me to get in the ambulance and probably only spoke to the other emts who drew my vitals, who decided through the train of misinformation and telephone game of exaggeration and medical incompetence that that's what they would say happened. Maybe it would have been impossible to commit me if all I'd done is slap her on the back and leave. Maybe they didn't want to waste an ambulance ride on someone who's be released so they thought they'd stretch the truth a little. Maybe the sociopaths who are attracted to the medical field thought this would be a hilarious prank. Who knows? Maybe my torture wouldn't have been as severe if they hadn't thought I was that evil homicidal schizophrenic they all fear so much before they go to bed...
The pain in my left leg from halidol is back for some reason. If I stretch it out as far as I can the pain seems to lessen. It seems like half the people at Agave are in wheelchairs, probably from the muscle/nerve damage of "anti psychotics". Maybe I should be grateful I can walk.
Also found this from googling nazi psychiatry http://www.breggin.com/psychiatrysrole. ... n.1993.pdf Psychiatry's role in the Holocaust

My mother's friend Jeff that I have known since I was a child died today. I was not very close to him and had stopped visiting him and his wife as an adult but I feel that the lack of emotions I'm feeling right now is because of the halidol/emotional/dopamine limbic system damage. I've heard other people on this forum talk about how guilty they feel after antipsychotics when they can't care about a family member dying.
I can remember instantly crying and hugging my father when my uncle died, and I wasn't close to him either and probably only spoke to him a handful of times(and my father is emotionally and physically abusive). My mother is crying and I feel a weird mixture of emotions. I wish I could comfort her but then I remember the cruelty, the lack of empathy she has shown me since halidol....
Jeff also had brain cancer so I'm also guilty of thinking "Well at least people cared about his brain damage and tried to treat it...." Maybe I'm almost jealous that he's dead and his pain is over....

I spent 3 hours watching the wiz on tv and I tried to remember one song I'd listened to and couldn't. I remembered how good I was at remembering pop music. How I would listen to a song and sing parts of it when I was getting ready in the morning. Another part of my personality dead and gone.

Iwanttorecover1 wrote:A nurse comes in with a security guard and tells me I need to take a drug called halidol. I do not want to take this drug but I'm told I'll be injected with it if I refuse so I do.

Iwanttorecover1 wrote: I've heard other people on this forum talk about how guilty they feel after antipsychotics when they can't care about a family member dying.

I think its normal after going through traumatic stuff, like the inpatient psychiatric nightmare, to get a little numb to things for a wile.

I already had this image sized and a reply ready to post when your latest post came up before I finished. I hope its not inappropriate but the image is "Haldol nightmare".

Anyway maybe its best to worry about taking care yourself for a wile and not stress on not feeling so much for other people.

Same here I was misdignosed with schizophrenia and I was given: risperidone (which gave me restlessness also know akathisia ), seroquel, abilify, and for the most time clozapine.

My story differs in some points but it has many coincidences too.

My advice right now is too wait a bit, then get off from any drug and then wait, some of the damage can be heal.

I ended up moving to europe because I hated my mother and my family in general for not believing in me and to literally tortured me ( yes torture there is no other word that discribes best what this drugs do).

I really feel you, but try to stay strong from your story you werent that much time on drugs so I think you have good chances to heal great part of the damage.

When I first visited a psychiatrist I was naive and ignorant besides I never imagined a doctor could give you something so davastating and damaging without telling you the possible consequences.

Cheers, Martin.

PS: Take some time, try to rest well, read and do some math or anything which requires high cognitive skills. If you feel hopeless you can PM, I'll try to help you. I really dont want anyone to feel the way I felt and to be as alone as I was.

PS2: Oh I forgot I was also electroshocked.

I really feel you, but try to stay strong from your story you werent that much time on drugs so I think you have good chances to heal great part of the damage.

PS: Take some time, try to rest well, read and do some math or anything which requires high cognitive skills. If you feel hopeless you can PM, I'll try to help you. I really dont want anyone to feel the way I felt and to be as alone as I was.

Thank you for telling me your story and the kind words(copya cat too). I sometimes think that people society tries to label as "mentally ill(that psuedoscientific label with no actual tests to prove the so called "illness") are the kindest and most empathetic people in the world. All I seem to have gotten from "normal" people after the hospital(and in general my entire life) is apathy and cruelty. They have very little feelings or empathy for other people, just self serving greed and narcissistic self obsession. No wonder psychiatrists (the most self described "normal" of all the normals, the ones with the coldest sociopathic lack of regard for human rights and health, like forcing people to take drugs that can destroy your feelings and empathy...

Iwanttorecover1 wrote:I sometimes think that people society tries to label as "mentally ill(that psuedoscientific label with no actual tests to prove the so called "illness") are the kindest and most empathetic people in the world. All I seem to have gotten from "normal" people after the hospital(and in general my entire life) is apathy and cruelty. They have very little feelings or empathy for other people, just self serving greed and narcissistic self obsession. No wonder psychiatrists (the most self described "normal" of all the normals, the ones with the coldest sociopathic lack of regard for human rights and health, like forcing people to take drugs that can destroy your feelings and empathy...

You know, I think so to. I whole heatedly agree. Some of the nicest, sympathetic and most emotionally intelligent people I have met were "mentally ill". I can not help but think psychiatrists are bothered by compassion and innocence, feeling a perpetual need to strip it away from people. Treatments in psychiatry are geared to produce to suppress emotions. In fact hugging, compassion, asking how are feeling, ect is forbidden in a lot of psych wards and treatment programs. When I hit an emotional rock bottom I needed respect more then anything else, yet it was psychiatrists did everything they could to stop me from getting respect.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3r1ssg1LIt4 After watching the wiz I decided to look up the one the scarecrow sang on youtube because I remembered having a "feeling" from listening to it that I haven't had from music in a long time. I listened to it for hours the entire day. The lyrics seemed to relate to the depressing path my life has come to, the psychiatric system in general... Maybe someone else will enjoy it and relate to it.

You can't win, you can't break even
And you can't get out of the game
People keep saying things are going to change
But they look just like they're staying the same
You can't win, get over your head
And you only have yourself to blame

You can't win, the world keeps moving
And you're standing far behind
People keep saying, things will get better
(Just to ease your state of mind)
(So you lean back)(And you smoke that smoke)
(And you drink your glass of wine)

You can't win, you can't win no way
If your story stays the same
(You ain’t winning) No, no
(But it's nice to see you, I'm awfully glad you came)
(Better cool it, cause it ain't about losin')
Then the world has got no shame

You can't win, you can't break even
Ain’t the way it's supposed to be
(You'll be spending) No, no, oh
(Your little bit of money)
While someone else rides for free
(Learn your lesson) Ooo
(Refuel your mind before some turkey blows out your flame)

For the past month or so, ever since I stopped the trazadone(antidepresssant/sleep aid) after I started experiencing uncontrollable blinking (and googled that that was a side effect of the drug) the feeling of “not going to the right word” or random words popping into my head basically stopped…My mind felt clearer and I felt like my brain was getting back to normal after halidol(or my idea of normal). After a weird “window” where my depression felt like it was lifting..I was listening to music..reading..I was researching alot of antipsychiatry stuff….I realize that the tardive dyskinesia is coming back. My nose is flaring alot and the jaw swinging thing which before was only happening when I was eating is now happening all day from when I wake up in the morning to when I go to sleep...I can no longer stop myself from doing it in public..I wonder what it looks like to other people...what they think of me..It feels like I have some kind of mark or brand that shows everyone what happened to me..Even though I know I didn’t deserve what happened to me..That I did nothing to “deserve” the torture and the 50 year old brain killing poison in the hospital...It feels difficult to get my thoughts together now..and the “wrong thought/thoughts not connecting the right way thing is back. (.The irony hasn’t escaped me that a Pseudoscientist(aka a psychiatrist) who does not believe that a drug that has been shown in 28 scientific studies to cause brain damage causes brain damage might believe that this is a symptom of “psychosis” maybe even schizophrenia. But let me reiterate that these are not “voices” and I have never interpreted my thoughts as voices(this isn’t meant as a judgment against people who do have voices). They might even say that is some kind of glossolalia...Since every thing I’ve ever been taught about the “symptoms” and causes of schizophrenia have turned out to be lies(including of course the never proven “dopamine theory”) then maybe that’s all glossolalia is...brain damage from years and years of drugs like haliidol..)So it must be that the tardive dyskinesia is what causes the cognitive problems..The “pressure” is also back...Along with a nightmarish level of anxiety that I haven’t experienced since haldiol and withdrawing from serequol. I have always been an introverted person and had an avoidant personality but I know that this level of pure anxious terror is not “normal” for me. I was sitting in the library and I swear I could not concentrate on the article I was reading because the sound of a man moving the pages of his newspaper was distracting me...that soft sound of paper moving might as well have been a bomb going off. I went somewhere more private and just put my head in my hands and covered my ears and started crying. It felt like the tardive dyskinesia was some kind of virus infecting my brain...I did calm down later when I was at home watching a christmas special with the cast of Empire...And the TD and anxiety doesn’t feel as bad today….I am sad and tired of all of this though..I am tired of my brain doing things like this..I really did think I was getting better..Now it just feels like some kind of awful “trick.”