School Principal Encourages Psychotropic Drugs to Staff
Tidbits from the experiences of one of our MADNAP founders, Rose (to join the MADNAP group and get to know some of our members, go here: http://health.groups.yahoo.com/group/madnap/ ):
I am 55 years old, the mother of four home born, breastfed, cloth diapered, healthy children. I am the oldest of nine children, born at home and breastfed before there was a La Leche League International. My Father was a Doctor of Chiropractic and always tried to raise us in the most healthy way possible.
I always tried to learn from the mistakes of the past. My mother was given a drug in 1953 when she was pregnant with me. She was told it would prevent a miscarriage. She never filled that prescription. I was born a little early at home, but I am fine. When I was in high school in the early 1970’s, the drug my mother was prescribed was pulled from the market because it was found to cause a very rare form of vaginal cancer, cervical abnormalities, adenosis, and testicular cancer. I had classmates in high school and college who underwent hysterectomies. I decided to learn from this mistake and live as healthfully as possible.
I taught at a private, religious school. I loved the job! My husband died during my fifth year the week before school began. I took no time off. My principal suggested that I take antidepressants to help the grieving process. I was tired and depressed, so I took her advice. I went to a doctor who pulled out six weeks of free samples and a prescription for Cymbalta. He barely spoke to me for three minutes. I had never seen him before. It was like handing out candy. He never followed up on my condition. I developed chronic constipation and joint pain from the drug; this depressed me more. I later learned that the principal is the wife of a prominent medical doctor in the community and she believes in living better through chemistry. This principal has suggested taking antidepressants to other members of the faculty – we were such a happy bunch! I would love to see her stock portfolio and see how many pharmaceutical companies she is invested in.
I left after two years.
I finished fixing up my home the way my husband and I had discussed for years. I finished raising my young son. I took classes at the local community college. I rested also. This did far more to help my mood than taking pills. I did it myself. I wish I had taken the time to do all of this when my husband first died. I could have saved myself a lot of grief.
Today I am happy and productive. I still get pain in my joints, but I exercise to keep limber and elevate my mood.