I realize that if I don't apply myself in this heat, the blog will wilt away. Even though I don't have much to offer these days, you're going to get a post anyway. Here are my latest musings about why I am so against meds when any "reasonable" person can see that meds are an important part of treatment.
Meds are a code word in schizophrenia for the doctor is in charge for life if you aren't careful. Meds never cured anyone, in the context of mental illness, that is. Doctors will be the first to admit this, because after all, there is "no cure" for schizophrenia, is there? There is only management of this "disease." This means that your life is placed in the hands of social workers and doctors and occupational therapists, who will manage your life to death while urging you to take charge of it, which is difficult (though not impossible) to do on meds, as I attempt to illustrate below.
It is axiomatic that an involvement with social workers, doctors and occupational therapists means your life is dysfunctional. This sounds like an obvious slight to generally good people doing difficult jobs, but, they are there to aid the dysfunctional. If you managed your own life better, there would be no need for social workers and doctors. If you want to get functional, you will eventually have to cut the ties that bind.
When I think of why I hate the meds so much, I always think of a lovely young woman in Chris's day program. She was pretty and petite and developed into an absolute butterball on the meds. She went from being socially acceptable and very attractive in terms of appearance to being an outcast based on her appearance. She dropped out of the program for a while and when she reappeared, she had shed all the weight and looked great, but her eyes were very, very sad. Fast forward a few months into the program (and the medications). Her mother and sister continue to be slim and fashionable, and Rosita (not her real name) was once again huge. Setting aside her problems that got her a diagnosis in the first place, Rosita now had a further problem of social stigma based on her weight. She was also now a physical oddity in her own family. No doubt her family felt more pity towards her because of the weight. No doubt she felt it. A young woman her age would be interested in dating - how was this going to happen?
Doctors feel that this is an acceptable trade-off for the meds, which don't cure anyone and supposedly help you manage your life better. At the same time, psychiatrists are offering you no real alternatives to the meds, such as the kind I write about in my blog.
So, yes, I hate the meds because they are symptomatic of the larger problem of hiding unpleasant truths from people while making others glaringly obvious and they prevent doctors from empowering their patients.