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My Story of Surviving Psychiatry

Mad in America

Back in 2009 I was incredibly blessed to have a couple of my fellow patients who comforted me, listened to me and took care of me. In October 2009 I was discharged after 3 very long weeks and I quickly concluded that the ‘antipsychotics’ I had been forced to take were numbing my feelings and dulling my thinking in a debilitating way.

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Escaping The Shackles of Psychiatry: What I’ve Seen and Survived, as Both Doctor and Patient

Mad in America

It is a testament to our relationship that we survived, just as it was a testament to my husband that he had held on so tightly to keep our children safe and away from the clutches of social services while I was ill. I was a nobody, and it took a move away from Scotland in 2009 to pull myself out of the quagmire.