How did you first get started on meds?

I'm sure lot of us were lacking in insight when we first got sick.....I'm wondering how you first got started on medication for your psychosis....

For me I was in the hospital and took whatever they handed me not thinking there was any other option but then it wasn't working and I got out of the hospital without any meds. I did have a follow up appointment in a week and by that time I was hallucinating so badly that I asked god for help and when the meds were presented again I thought that was the help I asked for---maybe it was.

It took me quite a few years. I was never compliant with my meds after leaving the hospital. I didn't trust doctors and I was really afraid of side effects. I still just kind of ignore those things or else I start to get panicky. Eventually my husband gave me an ultimatum so I got on meds. I had some really scary hallucinations and got on more meds. And then I improved a lot.

I was detained in hospital and forced meds, that was just over 3 years ago. Well I wasn't forced antipsychotics in the traditional sense, it was a case of me not getting out until I took them. Now, three years later, is the only time I've been fully happy to take them willingly without being coerced.

Thanks for answering---yes I have the feeling that none of us are going to have the story that goes.....oh someone asked me nicely to take meds so I took them, but I could be wrong of course.

Just recently I had a choice between Haldol and Zyprexa with Abilify because the Abilify injection and pill form "Isn't an antipsychotic".

At first it started off as "I'm switching your Seroquel to Risperidone".

Cuz they gave me Seroquel to sleep and it made the voices so bad.

I was sent to a hospital by my mother when I was 16 and given medications. I just took them cuz I thought I had to. I've had pretty long bouts of being noncompliance with meds. Eventually my T called the police to come get me and I was forced to go inpatient again. That was when I started getting the ap injections, and ultimately is what has saved me

I was given a low dose anti p when I was younger but they didn't force me to take it and never explained why so I didn't. Then no one thought I had psychosis so I was on loads of antidepressants for years. Then I went into hospital for the 3rd time but this time I was massively psychotic and I was open about it so they gave me anti ps, which I refused to take so they sectioned me and I had to take them. When I left I stopped taking them so ended up in hospital like a month later. Then they put me on a depot which I fought against on and off for a couple of years. Ended up in hospital and sectioned again and they gave me a chance with oral meds. I took them because o had to or I couldn't leave. Stopped them again. Back on them for a short time now. I have a major history of "non compliance", though I don't see it like that because why should I have to "comply" with what someone else says, why should I do what they say and go against what I think.

I went to a psychiatrist because I lived in dysfunctional family, they gave me antidepressant and antipsychotics, I took them because I was young (14 years old) and I didn't know what they were.

Now I just take benzodiacepines ocasionally and gabapentine if I cannot sleep.

it all started when I got hurt on job in 2011 I was taking pills for pain and muscle relaxers then for about 3 months I worked then it got so bad I couldn't handle my job anymore so I went on workers compensation. I slowly started to decompose in 2012 and landed myself in the hospital after one of my therapists told me to overly talk about the voices I was hearing well I did that then well the room they put me in the was a kids room with its own bathroom but had paintings on the wall that were talking to me well the nurses got concerned and moved me to a comfier bed on the other side of the ER hospital well I had a nightmare and woke up the whole wing. the nurses tied me to the bed it was a real different experience they thought I was on street drugs or something but basically it was a withdrawl from my pain meds and muscle relaxers which they found in my purse and asked if I bought them off the street I was like if I could get to a computer and work safe site it will explain it there. NAturally I just fought against the the restraints which they just made tighter then took my blood and and a urine test. then having pdocs fight over me was extremely danty. finally one came over and told the nurses to stop treating me like an animal if they go back several months she has a Work safe claim and meaning its probably active right now so get her a glass of water and some of her pain pills and 5mgs of ativan and 100mg of trazedone and I want to speak with her in the morning.

well I lived years as a bpd person until recently I have been diagnosis with psychosis and schizophrenia. but I had psychosis in and out for years and my doc would just say it was my depression or my bpd acting up I remember being a code white 4 times in the ER because I was seeing sh.t and hearing sh.t and I remember taking hostage of my pdoc in psychosis.

But enough of all that I started taking psych meds in 2012 I believe when I first began hearing multiple voices. after my accident at work I was fine up until my accident I could hold a steady full time job and I was reliable.

Many years ago I was struggling with a severe anxiety. My pdoc prescribed Klonopin. That was the first medication I took. Some time after that I was also put on an SSRI. An anti-psychotic came a few years later.

I first got put on meds when I was 14 because I was hallucinating badly, very delusional, had to be pulled out of school. My parents took me to the doctor where I was referred to a child psychiatrist. Was on meds til I was in my early twenties and then I stopped suddenly because I was sick of taking them. My symptoms started to change from just psychosis to bipolar, I was being very reckless sexually and my moods were all over the place. I only noticed something was very wrong again when I started contemplating suicide, and took myself back to the doctor. I started seeing a new psychiatrist and was diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder and put on different meds.

I went to a psychiatrist to get put on meds but he basically through pills at me because I was crying in his office. The pills sent me spiraling out of control. I blame him and all the hospitals after that incident because never in my life was I delusional or had hallucinations before that.

I was homeless in Santa Fe, New Mexico, my mental illness having made it so I couldn't work and ran out of money. No one knew where I was or what was happening to me. One day I was on the bus, screaming at a passenger, when the cops came to see what was up. The cop took one look at me and asked me, "Are you hearing voices?" I told him yes. He told me the name of an outpatient mental health facility a few miles away. I went there and spoke to the psychiatrist, and he figured out I was schizoaffective and prescribed Haldol. I was on it for months while living in a concrete drain under a bridge, and it didn't help a bit. So he switched me to Abilify, which for a time did wonders. I have, over the years, found that most meds are like this: they help for a year, or two years, and then they stop working, or the side effects become so bad that the psychiatrist has to switch to something else. Meds are a mixed blessing at best.

I first got put on meds after a suicide attempt when I turned 16.
It was an antidepressant, but after about a month of taking it, I started to have bad "hallucinations" so I went to the hospital again and was put inpatient and put on risperdal. I was originally diagnosed with mood disorder and psychosis NOS, but it eventually turned into schizoaffective, then to schizophrenia after like a few years of no mood issues at all.

Since then I've been on like four different antipsychotics.

I got depressed and my husband gave me an ultimatum. Dr or divorce. Well I went to the dr. got an AD and flipped out. I stopped the AD. He retired and I went to a new dr and argued why I didn't need an AD. walked out BP2 and on new meds. After he sent me to a stupid pdoc who didn't know what she was doing. Tons of Dx and meds later we moved and quit meds. My paranoia brought me to my next pdoc. Dx.'d bipolar and given AD/MS and still had problems. Moved again and requested an AP and things have been so much better. Now I'm on AP and MS.

I first went on meds when I was hearing voices and seeing things at 16. I stayed on them for a short time. I bounced around taking ads for a while until I finally broke. When I ended up at the hospital they put me on meds and set me up with a Pdoc when I was released. I was dx'd as bipolar and given a ton of meds. They didn't help and I lost it and ended up back in the hospital twice before I got a Pdoc that looked at my meds and said no way. He put me on zyprexa with a few other things and I felt better. Went to my last Pdoc who dx'd me as schizophrenic and then schizoaffective. I'm med compliant and feel pretty good.

Well, at first I didn't want to take an anti-psychotic because I was scared they were going to put me on seroquil or geodone. But, they gave me a small dose of Zyprexa and it connected my thoughts. I was really having disorganized thinking, but it went away when I took Zyprexa. Then, I found out it was an anti-psychotic and didn't want to take it because I was scared I would get parkinson's disease. It probably would have been better if I never took that psychology course in drugs and behavior. Then, later I was told I needed an anti-psychotic but I could pick it. I tried abilify, but I was having disorganized behavior and my psychiatrist told me to pick another anti-psychotic. I chose Zyprexa because it helped me before. I was on 20mg and when I went to the state hospital, they decreased it to 10mg. At first I was agitated, but then I started getting better and the Zyprexa was helping. Then, I asked my psychiatrist if I could try to take it as a PRN and she said okay. I was taking it everyday until the nurse told me that I couldn't take it because it was for psychosis. So, I got mad and stopped taking it. Then, when I was put into a supervised apartment, the nurse was never there to give me my meds and she lied and said I wasn't taking it even though I was taking it at night. I got in a fight with her and told her that she was a bad nurse. I told her she just wanted that job so she didn't have to work. Then, the rest is a blur.

My journey with proper meds began when ended up hospitalized as a result of a major psychotic break. I caused myself physical harm and experienced overwhelming psychosis. Police and other emergency responders were rushed to intervene. While I was brought back to lesser psychosis prior to inpatient hospitalization, I ended up submitting myself to a mental hospital to find better treatment. Moving forward, I've progressed to finding an effective med combination for treatment.