Had to start my own thread for this, because I didnt' want to hijack Jester's.
Long story short, I've been going through a tough period. Some of this time has lead me to having more frequent melt downs. A bit more anxiety over the situation, etc.
Now, everytime I see some professional the first thing they try to do is shove a pill down my throat. Less dramatically speaking, they ask me if I think medication would help.
I tried seeing a therapist. I made it explicitly clear during the intake interviews that I didn't even want to hear the word medication. The reason I was seeing a therapist was so I could get crap off my chest. In two seperate sessions the guy suggested medication. Now, to be frank I don't fucking get what was so hard about, "Don't even mention medication."
So, here's the post I'm responding to. As it basically culminates every suggestion of medication I have recieved. So I don't want the poster thinking I'm upset for their remark, but I want readers to understand the motivation.
Now, once a few years ago, I had a nasty anxiety attack over not being able to find a set of keys to my apartment. I had to go to work that morning.
Those who know my CS.com profile know that I worked at Rank Aid drug store for almost two years and that almost every day, if it wasn't customers giving me a hard time, it was my coworkers. Managers who were always siding with the ridiculous customer complaints. Assistant managers who were basically friends with the manager and could get away with intimidation (Please spare me the "you should have done this" comments, as that's not what this thread is about), side sniping and all sorts of bullshit.
So, all of that just caused me to snap. I went to the hospital that morning and I agreed to take anxiety meds for a few months.
It didn't do shit. Oh, it curbed my anxiety for a while. But it didn't stop customers from getting loud and belligerent. It didn't stop one of the assistant managers from coming down on me when I called for back up to the registers, and because the back up took their sweet ass time, the line was much shorter than when I called.
Anxiety came right back. The pill didn't do crap, because my anxiety had a damn good reason to be there. What was I supposed to do? Take more than the recommended dosage and risk my health?
So, that alone is a pretty good basis for my feelings regarding medication. They do not cure real life.
If you're seeing Elvis in your refridgerator, or if you think Obama stuck an implant in your brain and is watching you pee, then yeah. I'd probably go ahead and take a couple pills if I were you.
But my anxiety and my depression are for real reasons. I'm not depressed every single day. I'm not so depressed I can't do things I enjoy. I'm depressed because I can't fucking afford to do the things I enjoy. I'm just so tired of the "my pills will solve all" mentality that every fucking professional I meet has been trying to shove on me since I was twelve.
Long story short, I've been going through a tough period. Some of this time has lead me to having more frequent melt downs. A bit more anxiety over the situation, etc.
Now, everytime I see some professional the first thing they try to do is shove a pill down my throat. Less dramatically speaking, they ask me if I think medication would help.
I tried seeing a therapist. I made it explicitly clear during the intake interviews that I didn't even want to hear the word medication. The reason I was seeing a therapist was so I could get crap off my chest. In two seperate sessions the guy suggested medication. Now, to be frank I don't fucking get what was so hard about, "Don't even mention medication."
So, here's the post I'm responding to. As it basically culminates every suggestion of medication I have recieved. So I don't want the poster thinking I'm upset for their remark, but I want readers to understand the motivation.
Don't necessarily rule out the drugs without trying them, but they aren't for everyone.
Those who know my CS.com profile know that I worked at Rank Aid drug store for almost two years and that almost every day, if it wasn't customers giving me a hard time, it was my coworkers. Managers who were always siding with the ridiculous customer complaints. Assistant managers who were basically friends with the manager and could get away with intimidation (Please spare me the "you should have done this" comments, as that's not what this thread is about), side sniping and all sorts of bullshit.
So, all of that just caused me to snap. I went to the hospital that morning and I agreed to take anxiety meds for a few months.
It didn't do shit. Oh, it curbed my anxiety for a while. But it didn't stop customers from getting loud and belligerent. It didn't stop one of the assistant managers from coming down on me when I called for back up to the registers, and because the back up took their sweet ass time, the line was much shorter than when I called.
Anxiety came right back. The pill didn't do crap, because my anxiety had a damn good reason to be there. What was I supposed to do? Take more than the recommended dosage and risk my health?
So, that alone is a pretty good basis for my feelings regarding medication. They do not cure real life.
If you're seeing Elvis in your refridgerator, or if you think Obama stuck an implant in your brain and is watching you pee, then yeah. I'd probably go ahead and take a couple pills if I were you.
But my anxiety and my depression are for real reasons. I'm not depressed every single day. I'm not so depressed I can't do things I enjoy. I'm depressed because I can't fucking afford to do the things I enjoy. I'm just so tired of the "my pills will solve all" mentality that every fucking professional I meet has been trying to shove on me since I was twelve.
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