Is EVERYBODY on Meds? (How Anti-Depressants Are Turning Us All Into Robots)
Posted Mon May 21 03:29:30 2001 by orooney |
By Bill Lessard
Perhaps
it's the circles I travel in, but a lot of people I know are on
anti-depressants. Could someone tell me what the deal is? Are people
that truly depressed, or is it the fact that drug companies are
marketing these things like Pepsi and "healthcare providers" are more
than willing to get that little commission? I suspect the latter.
Maybe
I'm crazy, but whatever happened to getting really sick of your life,
falling into a good old-fashioned funk, and either having a complete
nervous breakdown or becoming so enraged with your situation that you
actually DO something about it? Are we no longer permitted to be pissed
off at our dreadful existences? Is everything always supposed to be
"OK"? How many times have you run across someone who says, "Well, I
lost my job, I got hit by a bus, my mother died, I'm being evicted from
my apartment, but I'm FINE."
Fine? You should be flipping your
goddamned lid. And what's more, you and anyone who's your friend should
tell you that it's OK to be flipping your lid.
When the hell
did we all turn into such robots? As someone who's fought depression
most of my life, I can tell you that I've learned the most about myself
from those deep, dark periods. Does the term "catharsis" mean anything
to you out there? "Catharsis," as in "screaming, throwing up your
hands, punching the first person who pisses you off in the face, crying
hysterically, kicking stuff and then, magically, feeling better."
Of
course, all the folks I know who are depriving themselves of this
experience are all seeing therapists. Now, as someone (again) who's had
his share of his ups and downs (and more downs than ups) and someone
who isn't the posterboy of mental health, let me tell you that
therapists don't know jack shit. They're probably as screwed up or even
more screwed up than we are.
And what, for that matter, is
"psychology"? Psychology is really just "sociology" or "socialization"
in the sense that the whole purpose of the process is to make you like
everyone else. Well, what if you don't want to be like everyone else?
And what if you're of the mind that everyone else and society in
general is fucked up?
Let me put it to you this way: if this
were the 19th century and you went and told a psychologist that you
were gay, they'd say you were "insane." These days, they'd tell you
were fine, but they'd give you a prescription for the latest
"anti-homophobia" anxiety medication or some such shit.
But
then, doctors aren't even "doctors" anymore - they're "healthcare
providers" - like Internet providers, cable providers and on and on.
They have even less authority than they'd used to have, so really, what
the hell do they know?
So many of my friends tell me about
their experiences with their therapists and the stuff that goes on
makes me want to throw up. How many of your friends refer to their
therapists by their first names or say things like, "Oh, wait until
Marty hears about this one!!!"
Fuck Marty. Marty charges you
75 bucks an hour to listen to your bullshit, and gives you drugs you
don't have to face your miserable damn' self. Anybody with two active
brain cells knows what the hell they're doing wrong, they just don't
want to really fix the problem. They want Marty and his magic fuckin'
pills to do it for them.
You keep going out with guys who are assholes? STOP!
Your boss is pushing you around? Find another job and then put a boot up his ass!
Your parents are trying to run your life? Tell them to mind their own fuckin' businesss.
As
for the more weighty existential issues like the death of a parent you
didn't like very much and all that, remember this: there is no closure.
That stuff is always going to be with you. You can forget about it for
a while, and you'll think you've got it licked, when one sunny day
you'll be walking along and BAM!, there it is in your mind, as if it
just happened yesterday.
And you know what? That's just LIFE, friends.
Yes,
I am a very angry guy. But that's OK. Anger is my fuel. It motivates me
to make changes in my life. It doesn't make me the most pleasant person
to be around at times, but I could care less. I'm not here to make you
feel comfortable. I'm here to get something DONE before I'm dead.
If
you don't like it, you can go fuck yourselves with your meds. And you
can tell me to go fuck myself. As you like it. I'll be kicking
something, or ranting on this website, like I just did, and I'll be
feeling better before you can get that prescription filled. |
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