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I haven’t had a drug problem in over 15 years. I don’t even drink 
. This isn’t because of the helping professions…
In my case my drugs were prescribed by well respected psychiatrists who then had me involuntarily electroshocked and operated on. Ugh
I’m in my early 40s now and it’s something of a miracle that I’m even alive.
So…really I’m blessed
I’m healthy surprisingly normal no drugs or drink and my life as a person with schizophrenia is sort of like a modest pleasant retirement. It’s a long story but God is Love and He genuinely saved…is saving…will save…me, starting about 12 years ago with a tearful come to Jesus conversion experience.
My problem now I that I’m stuck with all these labels and the truth was bad enough but…
It’s just ridiculous sometimes to see how much fun the helping professions had tormenting me and destroying any earnings potential I may have had. It wasn’t just the brain damage. Labels
have power especially in my situation. 20 years ago my shrink wanted to put me in a homeless shelter. My parents refused. He did some kind of involuntary brain operation and would publicly humiliate me when I saw him…
Which was actually too often now that I think about it. Creepy…
There was no escape. I even called an antipsychiatry group and had a psychiatrist investigated for prescribing ridiculous pills
to me when I was a teenager. That…seems to have only angered the doctors 
and their lackeys.
God makes a way where there seems to be no way.
So I’m law abiding healthy normal and people are taunting me about pills from over 20 years ago and I tried to volunteer at a non profit but some of the other volunteers….
Obviously knew things about me that were supposed to be confidential.
I’m getting tired of it. I mean at times I’m happy and then it’s like a physical weight upon me. I only have 1 conviction in my record it’s a misdemeanor that started as a felony. Plea bargain…for me it was an early show of Gods mercy.
I dunno.
I think even before I was in pills and such I’d been quietly singled out. Only child on extended family around parents were respectable middle class professionals….
I was going to end up homeless and or in prison. My parents ended up getting big promotions and God willed family reconciliation and…
I dunno
they’re wonderful people. I’m dealing with low to mid volume taunting as I type this and I now live in a modest but pleasant neighborhood.
I’m not super emo about it but the whole thing weighs on me. I be pray for God’s perfect will for me…
Thank you
. This isn’t because of the helping professions…In my case my drugs were prescribed by well respected psychiatrists who then had me involuntarily electroshocked and operated on. Ugh
I’m in my early 40s now and it’s something of a miracle that I’m even alive. So…really I’m blessed
I’m healthy surprisingly normal no drugs or drink and my life as a person with schizophrenia is sort of like a modest pleasant retirement. It’s a long story but God is Love and He genuinely saved…is saving…will save…me, starting about 12 years ago with a tearful come to Jesus conversion experience.My problem now I that I’m stuck with all these labels and the truth was bad enough but…
It’s just ridiculous sometimes to see how much fun the helping professions had tormenting me and destroying any earnings potential I may have had. It wasn’t just the brain damage. Labels
have power especially in my situation. 20 years ago my shrink wanted to put me in a homeless shelter. My parents refused. He did some kind of involuntary brain operation and would publicly humiliate me when I saw him…Which was actually too often now that I think about it. Creepy…
There was no escape. I even called an antipsychiatry group and had a psychiatrist investigated for prescribing ridiculous pills
to me when I was a teenager. That…seems to have only angered the doctors and their lackeys.God makes a way where there seems to be no way.
So I’m law abiding healthy normal and people are taunting me about pills
from over 20 years ago and I tried to volunteer at a non profit but some of the other volunteers….Obviously knew things about me that were supposed to be confidential.
I’m getting tired of it. I mean at times I’m happy and then it’s like a physical weight upon me. I only have 1 conviction in my record it’s a misdemeanor that started as a felony. Plea bargain…for me it was an early show of Gods mercy.
I dunno.
I think even before I was in pills and such I’d been quietly singled out. Only child on extended family around parents were respectable middle class professionals….I was going to end up homeless and or in prison. My parents ended up getting big promotions and God willed family reconciliation and…
I dunno
they’re wonderful people. I’m dealing with low to mid volume taunting as I type this and I now live in a modest but pleasant neighborhood.I’m not super emo about it but the whole thing weighs on me. I be pray for God’s perfect will for me…
Thank you
