Before I start off let me say that the title here dosen't mean just mine or just your parents. My back herniated again last week, possibly L4/L5 this time so I am writting this on a tiny phone screen instead of computer desk. What this means is that I'm a grumpy little woman still on my back whose gone through withdrawals from three medications already; Valium, Steroids & Vicodin. Still not as bad as my coming off of Benzos because I've had fits but no psychosis.
When your stuck on your back there's not much to do but think and consume media. That's meant a bit more activity than I'm comfortable with on Facebook, thanks to anxiety over being virtually attacked again. I've also tried some xbox and now Netflix. Unfortunately my Netflix feed is heavily unorganized since they dropped my sleep-buddy Futurama months ago. It's hard to navigate and bring back up the reccomendations to relevancy. That means I've gone exploring and landed myself at "Take your Pills".
I've been joking to myself lately that there are a few subjects which just aren't safe to talk to me about, i.e. abortion and breastfeeding, we'll you can add psychiatry to that list specifically when it relates to children and ADHD. Having gone to college for social work and getting certification in behavioral health I can tell you that today psychology as a profession understands the concept of the token over diagnosed condition of the year. Many are resentful of it as care providers but it pushes the drug agenda.
Rather this documentary has me in a horrid mood because it makes almost no sense except to present the widespread idea that Ritalin drugs 'are out there'. So that brings me back to my own issues of when I was diagnosed. Keep in mind he talked to my mother in his office and I never met the doctor, even through 2 way glass, until after he put me on Ritalin. What I can't seem to find is real honest statements on what happens after drug treatment fails. That used to be the criteria as proof you had the condition. The drug worked, but what happens when it doesnt.
Things with me made no sense anyway, was the doctor unaware I had a TBI, and a personality shift after. That I had to relearn mathematics and was ostracized, nay physically endangered by my peers. When I was defiant with him later in his office could he not see that I was looking at him and critiquing his ability in his profession, as a 12 year old. Indeed my life in school did not get back to normal until I refused to keep taking it. The first teacher who observed me on it said I became dissociative/catatonic. I had a chronic need to see and try to be involved in the administrative workings of my school as early as elementary school. I needed the control. Let alone my Panic disorder had been present since kindergarten, when I can now currently understand what a panic attack is and identify it.
How is it that I can easily see the causes and pathways when a professional could not? I gather my only answer came from care I sought in 2010, wherein the therapist told me no one would ever be able to diagnose me until they peeled away all the maladjustments I'd made to hide mine and my familys conditions. I am certainly not apart of the antipsychiatry movement but I would warn and judge parents critically for dosing thier kids without concrete evidence. Though thanks to my generation which suffered through the first wave of Ritalin and Adderall bullshit, kids today are safer and do have real criteria and tests.