The bullshit of psychiatry in my country
I could go on and on.
The condescending twats that are doctors, treating me like Im some stupid toddler, minimising my suffering, spouting the suicide is the cowards way out lines, the nurses who dont actually do anything but sit in their station all day and sip coffee. Extent of things taken away from me and privacy in showers, it depends, some places I was able to draw cause I get better when creating art, some places I wasnt even allowed a pencil in case I stab myself and couldnt go out of my room.
But its not the treatment of patients and the permanent exposure to some schizophrenic sickos who really need the help that bothers me the most. its the drugs.
Not to mention they are like placebo, I could take 3 times the normal dose and still not feel anything, haloperidol and other antipsychotics intended to 'cure' my psychosis were the worst thing that happened to me ever. I wouldnt be suprised if they used this medication as a form of torture for dissidents. It made my eyes roll upwards uncomfortably, I felt extreme restlessness and could only sit down for a minute or two before I got up and resumed pacing the 4 steps from my bed and back to it, whole day every day. I had crippling intrusive thoughts, I repeated stupid things in my head like 'The wall is green, the wall is green, the wall is green' etc. I was really anxious and didnt know why. And finally, my muscles started constracting against my will and I writhed on my bed, doing a bridge exercise position with my back arched outside and to the left. The contractions caused me to be unable to walk normally and were so violent my muscles hurt and their tissue broke down. By day 3, even my jaw was involved and I couldnt close it and kept dry heaving and drooling all over the place. I showed up at the nurses station every 5 minutes asking them to give me something for the pain. At first they gave me a few pills and when they didnt help they said I was faking it. After a few days I broke down, sat on the floor in the hall and screamed that if they make me take haloperidol one more time Ill fucking hang myself on a charger cable. I was crying hysterically even though the contractions distorted my voice. They injected me with anti parkinsons medication and klonopin and tied me down and I went to sleep. When I woke up I was still writhing, with my mom grabbing me by the collar while I stood in an angled position and demanded they stop the drug. They discontinued it the next day but anxiety, intrusive thoughts and fast heartrate persisted for weeks after stopping it
PSYCHIATRY IS TORTURE