My shrink (yes I was conned back into the psych game due to V2k and intense “demonic” attacks), was acting funny yesterday.
I only see her once every few months but this time she came and got me on time (never happens) and was all business, not even a smile or “hi”. Her mood seemed so heavy at first I thought something was going down and I was gonna get hauled off somewhere.
Her questioning was pointed, acting like I was losing even basic life skills. Then she tried to pitch me the antipsychotic drugs again…again!!!!! I know probably half the “clients” she sees are probably ti’s or have been victimized by the system some way. Very few people there at the center look or act crazy and that ones that are are probably the ones that are on the most DRUGS.
The first time I saw a shrink was in my teens and I was pitched antipsychotics at FIFTEEN even though I had no voices or hallucinations. I became suicidally depressed on the poison and that is how I ended up in the state hospital at SIXTEEN, and I think they wanted me for a long time or even forever. That is when I ran and by a miracle was not made to go back even though my “head therapist” tried to con me into going back “inside”. We even had a “final meeting” INSIDE THE UNIT. I did not breathe until one of the “counselors” opened the gate to let my parents and I out.
Back to now…
I even recently made the comment that if I allowed them to drug me to the gills, make me gain 100 pounds, lose 30 IQ points, get diabetes, etc…they would probably find me a new place to live. I am basically uncooperative with the drugs so they won’t do shit for me. I did not tell the shrink that comment but made it to someone else.
I know these finks have the inside track to low income housing but refuse to help. Also, there are several clients each time I go that are clearly homeless but still go get their pills. They will literally give you them for free even if you sleep under a bridge.
I did a post on my old blog about forced drugging and maybe I should resurrect it. The person I knew who was drugged got all kinds of goodies from the system except her freedom. Her attitude was one of anger and disgust the last time I saw her. She was also a perp.
She tried to hurt me badly but she was/still is? a textbook case of how far the system would go to control someone. Someone gets rich off our misery and the demoniacs get high off the negative emotions. I really expected to see a cop inside her office when I went back.