I know this has been an issue discussed on this website and discussed on conspiracy theory sites in general as just a "theory". However, I wanted
to delve into a bit of my personal experience with these things since I've been dealing with the phenomenon my whole life.
If you don't like seeing too much sensitive information or personal information... I'd recommend that you leave this topic. This is just a warning.
Usually most of my topics are more outwardly based, but, I am going to be sharing my personal experiences, because, this part of my life is over...
and some of it may be a bit either graphic, or, if not graphic (I don't mean in the violent sense), a bit unnerving for those people that do not wish
to acknowledge that people can commit harm to other people even though they have their best intentions at heart.
Anyhow, I believe that the entire medical industry is a gigantic fraud. It diagnoses people incorrectly when they have certain diseases they think
they have, and, for most of the time, if people share symptoms to any one of these diseases-- they automatically assume that you are autistic, or, you
have ADD/ADHD, or asbergers.
Let me get to my life's story. It is necessary for me to go in my life's story for a bit. I grew up having many developmental issues. It's not
like I didn't have any friends growing up. That wasn't the issue. But, when I was younger I didn't have any contacts, so, I couldn't see
properly. I admit... there was a time when I couldn't really sit still, or control myself, and my thoughts were somewhat perverse.
But, who doesn't have those kinds of thoughts when they're a child? Society has collapsed to the point where they don't appreciate children
anymore. They think that children who think obscene things, or, that children that make immature comments, or, that have issues have ADHD.
I was somewhat shy when I was growing up, and, for a good reason. I had a chronic ear infection all the way up until I was in the 8th grade. It also
didn't help that I didn't have contacts or glasses. My vision was pretty much 2-20. So, I was pretty much almost blind, or, near-sighted. No one
stopped to try to think about this for one moment. Everyone else assumed that I had poor motor control, and, they didn't take into account my
talents, so rather than accentuate my strengths-- which is that I've always been a good typist, even when I was a kid, they always focused on the
negative. They thought that because I had problems with my handwriting, and for some weird reason, they assumed that I had trouble concentrating,
that I had ADHD. The thing is they always assumed I had ADHD when I was a kid. Even though year after year I kept getting good grades in school and
I was fine. That was in elementary-middle school. Being put on ritalin severely dumbed me down and I think that while I had my other problems...
being medicated made me more zombie like, as, opposed to making me more sociable, and, kept me from having a normal interaction with other students,
and, kept me from enjoying life.
Then, comes high-school. When I was in high-school I had constant struggles with my parents. They wanted to put me in special education classes. I
think that's what really pushed me over the edge. I think due to all the stress that I was receiving at home I had a mental breakdown. I wasn't
able to think straight for about 3 years in high-school, and, I did poorly. I ended up leaving my first high-school with a GPA of 2.22. All of the
stress from home kept me from doing well in school. My Mom demanded excellence out of me that I couldn't possibly do myself, and, my Dad wanted me
to go to some mental hospital, or something like that. My Dad was convinced that I had some mental disorder of some sort. I was really tired at this
point of being treated like I was just a child, and, I didn't like going through the special education ordeal, because, it was just naturally assumed
that I had mental problems... so for me, after that, I kind of went to my own fantasy world, I think I just wanted to deny what I was going through at
My social life was in the pits. I had maybe say one or two friends and I don't know how they've managed to stay with me all these years. They are
now my best friends and they probably know all the stuff that I was going through and I am surprised they haven't turned on me. As far as school
went... I was having some random outbursts as a result from me withdrawing from the real world and into my own fantasy world. If you were to look at
a diary that I wrote at the time you would be able to see my fantasies replaced my real world and how I didn't want to see the real world for being
the real world back then. This brings me to my next point... psychologists and therapists were almost worthless when dealing with the problem.
All the therapists and psychologists I've visited in my life have been for the most part worthless except for one that I used to see a few years ago.
I liked him because he was good to talk to, but, I didn't feel comfortable sharing intimate details about myself other than what I had to do school
and politics, and, it would feel pointless to keep talking to him just for the sake of talking to him since I would be wasting my Mom's time and
money. Anyhow, most of the therapists I met wanted me to take MORE MEDICATION. You see, therapists and psychologists aren't interested in curing
the patient. If they were they would be trying to figure out the root causes of problems and trying to fix them. They want to subscribe the patient
medication. They're there to figure out what disorder someone has and try to "normalize" the patient by giving them medication. Well, I'm sorry,
but it doesn't quite work that way.
I would simply not be normalized by medication. I was a bit slowed down. My wits weren't at their best. When I talked to one of these therapists
they didn't ask me any questions that really helped. They were interested in how I was doing socially even though it was obvious that I wasn't
doing well socially. If I was doing well socially at the time why would I even be going there in the first place? They didn't take the time to
understand my family situation or why else I might possibly be stressed. They didn't think that all the internal stress and pressure that I was
feeling from my family could have had a negative effect in my mind.
So, which brings me to the next phase in my life. I went to a different high-school, and, this is when my Mom suddenly got obsessed with the idea
that I might have autism or be on the asberger spectrum. Autism and asbergers is now an umbrella term for people with social issues. At this point I
was pretty much over the phase in my life where I was in my fantasy world. I was slowly coming back to the real world, and, things were starting to
be on the upside. However, things didn't get better at home. I was still getting in tons of arguments with my Mom. My Mom was overly protective
Oh yeah, I forgot one thing that I didn't mention here. My Mom colluded with the therapist I was seeing at the time to make me take abilify, some
medicine that was supposed to help cure my problems. It was another one of those cure-all drugs. These cure-all drugs just simply don't work. I
took the drug for a year and my weight skyrocketed from 110 pounds all the way to 170- pounds. I've managed to get my weight back down to 135
pounds. The medicine didn't have that much of a negative effect on my emotion other than the personality disorder that I was starting to develop
because of my overly protective mother, and, because of my Dad-- that was constantly pushing me to be medicated because he thought I had issues, and,
because of my brother who didn't stand up for me at the time. But, it resulted in rapid weight gain. I'm lucky to have lost most of that weight
and now I only weigh about 135 pounds. It's pretty decent for being 5'4 and all. But, I still hated not being able to eat what I wanted to eat. I
think my Dad actually was somewhat sympathetic to me during this time the year after I was off the medication and he really was supportive of me in
trying to lose weight, so, maybe he changed his mind after seeing what the medication did to me that time.
She always compared herself to me and said that she always got As in school and said that she was disappointed that I wasn't putting nearly the same
effort into academics. I was taking community college classes at the time when I was at my second high-school and my Mom wanted me to be a complete
study nerd like she was. She didn't want me to put other areas of my life into consideration over my community college and other things in my life.
I went to a quasi private school... but, yeah. my Mom's complaining got to me for the first part of the year. She assumed that I had autism, and,
she tried to act like it wasn't a bad thing because people like Albert Einstein had it. This is the selling point that the people in the industry
try to use-- if you can reduce your disability, then, perhaps you can become really successful, like Albert Einstein, or some other people. It's
just a load of crock that they use to try to make it not seem that bad that they are diagnosing all of these people with more diseases.
My education turned out all right and now things are fine in my life... I now go to a 4 year college, and, I've been able to turn myself around.
And, I think pretty much for the most part my family agrees that I was misdiagnosed, and, it's something we don't talk about that much... but, I
just wanted to bring this to ATS's attention. I feel kind of comfortable sharing this with you guys since it would confirm a lot of your beliefs
that big pharma is in bed wih psychologists, and, what not... but, I just wanted to make it clear at the same time, that, this is a very real issue,
so, while all you people here might be sitting at your fingertips, and talking on the computer about this kind of stuff... I have lived through it,
and, I'm kind of a veteran of the whole thing. It's had a very negative impact on my life, and, I'm lucky I was able to win my family back to my
side, and, now I don't see those people anymore.
But, I think it is problematic that the medical industry starts diagnosing children from an early age and once they're given that label they're
given it for life for the most part and it's hard to do anything about it except to avoid these people that want to label you. I recommend to anyone
that if they are thinking about seeking medical help from a psychologist or a therapist that they should think twice about it and think about what
they're doing in for... and, try to avoid getting your children diagnosed with autism, or, trying to see if you/someone else you know has one of