by Cate68 » Fri Sep 20, 2013 9:35 pm
They gave me rhisperdol which made me semi comatose. I would "argue" (politely) when the staff would talk about me up the hall.
When I was drugged, I couldn't move but I could hear them down the hall. I felt like Terri Shivo. They said, and I remember clearly "Thank God that b**ch shut up." I remember that it felt like jail and that the shower just did a spray. One time, a person stole my clothes and I didn't get them back.
It wasn't as bad as what you all went through, but it was bad.
I went into the hospital two times. The first time, I was pregnant and I was "strip searched" and felt light headed and disassociated. I was about 36 the first time and 40 the second time, both voluntary. With the strip search, the person was polite, but the procedure was very traumatizing. Because I was raped at age 19 and assaulted at 30, I was able to "handle" the situation. The second time, I was escaping someone and I had had an accident. I had ambien. This was the time I was treated more like a criminal.
I hate rhisperdol and will not take it. I cannot walk when I take it. I know two people who take it and they can still walk and talk. I get comatose. The grains of it will make me drunkish and ill.
I now take my mood stabilizer every other day with valerian, melatonin and chammemile tea. I don't know if I will ever be med free, but I know that I hate antipsychotics--be it "AbilFRY" which gets your skin, or Geodon, which affects the blood proteins or rhisperdol, with is powerdered death.
-- Fri Sep 20, 2013 9:38 pm --
Rhisperdol===POWDERED or PILLED. DEATH
One of the greatest blasphemies is the taking of one's freedom of thought, dictating matters of the heart and the theft of another's personal peace.
Everyday I live is an act of rebellion.
Maverick-a dissenter, an artist