eh, I wrote poems about death and stuff. Class teacher read. Sent me to school psychologist. She talked to me, and thought I am normal (not my first sent-to-see-somebody). I am glad I never got refered. Not back in kindergarten when I pretended to be a rabbit (I still act like cat at times. Meow. If you sent me to shrink over that, I would pee on in his lifes and scratch his curtains... j/k). When I was grief stricken over fathers death, I was recommended meds and designers clothes.

*shrugs* I am glad I wasn't medicated/treated back then. I mighta never become the person I am. I mighta fallen for the "I am ill" trap.

It goes both ways. I don't think today's "treated" kids are on their way to thrive.

I don't mean this as offense. I just think some people may be idealizing childhood treatment and what it can do. Especially since today's "mentally ill" kids don't get extra compassion and love and humanity. Those are crucial elements though.