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Originally Posted by VenusHalley
are you sure? We don't know how today's kids on anti-psychotics will turn up.
I am not for rough discipline. But I am not for doping kids up without much else either. Meds would not give you social skills (seriously, if there's ever pill that gives you social grace, I will nom it in handfuls). It would alone not help in the situation. It might be just another tool of your parents for not so ideal parenting. So instead of humilitating you by letting you wait outside of restaurant, they'd up you anti-psychotics.
Dealing with problem kids requires wanting to deal with them actually. My teacher sent me to ****ing shrink who wanted me medicated when I was grief stricken after my fathers death. Meds and designer's clothes would solve it, according to her.
Unlike others, I am glad I was not doped up (and dressed up in clothes made by modern age slaves). I didn't learn social skills, but I dragged myself through education. It was not easy, but eh. I learned to cope, as there was nothing else to do. I will see what comes. I try not to have what ifs. It's never to late to live anyways.
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I didn't mean the medication would magically give me social skills. But I don't have any friends IRL except my boyfriend and a few acquaintances, but no one I hang out with on a regular basis, or could call in a crisis, or what not. I don't know how to keep and maintain friendships.
I was at the bottom of the social ladder in school because of my odd and offputting behavior. I would burst into tears at the least thing, I had some friends, but as my symptoms got worse I alienated more people. And as they got worse my behavior got more weird. I remember one time when I was in one of my rages I walked up to a girl and roared in her face. It was so bizarre (and the teacher didn't see it, I don't think she told) but it branded me a freak. And there were other instances of that.
If I didn't have those symptoms that caused me to act like that things would probably be different. Not to mention all the school I missed, as my bipolar disorder got worse I missed more and more school, I usually only made it 3 days a week and later just stopped going.
My parents weren't perfect but they were pretty good parents in a tough situation. My mom pushed and pushed taking me to doctors and specialists trying to figure out what was going on. But she always told me she loved me and supported me. My dad has always supported me as well (my parents are divorced andI lived with mom), both financially and emotionally. My parents accept that I have a mental illness and always have.
I ended up misdiagnosed with depression at 15 becuase I was severely depressed (alternating between not moving, blank affect, not responding to people, and crying all the time) and had stopped goign to school. Mom was seeing a new GP and she ended up telling him about me. He actually cleared his schedule and had Mom bring me in right then. He did a quiz (similiar to what is on this site) for depression and, of course, I scored off the charts. He didn't think about bipolar disorder, and I found out later there was some discussion of hospitalizing me, but instead I went to see a psychiatriac nurse/therapist (who wasn't that great, but was better than what I had been seeing).
My doctor told me I had a disease called depression and they weren't 100% sure what caused it, but it was a problem wtih my brain. Not with me and that I would be given medication. "It's not a magic pill." I still remember those words. He told me they would help me feel better some, but I'd need to have therapy and do a lot of work to really feel better.
It worked some, but I have bipolar disorder not depression so there were issues of anti depressants not working correctly. But I started taking medication and for awhile it did relieve the depression and it did make me feel better and medication did help the rages. But then I'd get hypomanic and stop taking the medications. Until I was taking an MAOI (nothing else was working so my therapist perscribed it for my "atypical depression") and that helped the longest.
My behavior was more better, my symptoms were more in control, but I stoppped taking the MAOI because I couldn't be strict about the diet.
I wasn't "doped up" as a teenager any more than I'm "doped up" now.
As for being humilated at the restaurant. I was. But you know what, my behavior was abusive towards the employee, made my family uncomfortable and embarassed, and was completely unacceptable. And I think the punishment wasn't unfair, because knowing me, I would have continued to act out and made things worse.
I take meds now and I'm not doped up. So I don't think I would be doped up if I had meds as a kid.