I went off my meds about three days ago, and I'm not proud to say the results haven't been good. Today has been repugnantly bad, actually -- I managed to frighten my grandmother, terrorize the rest of my family and stop eating again. I'm obviously glossing over many of the nastier details, but it wasn't pretty. I can be a hideous, hostile, and all-round horrible person in my natural chemical state. I also happen to think I'm irrecoverably ugly when I'm off my meds, which is frankly unproductive.
There aren't any ethical issues surrounding medication for me anymore, no more of that meds-are-bad-because-they-change-who-you-are rhetoric pulled out by people who obviously have never had to endure me without chemical mediation. It's become more like clothing; I wear clothing because it's socially acceptable that I do so. I take meds so that I'm socially presentable to people not blessed with emotional invulnerability. Besides, if I go nuts and snuff myself, the mess would be awful. Better to just take one for the team and keep those serotonin levels steady.
There aren't any ethical issues surrounding medication for me anymore, no more of that meds-are-bad-because-they-change-who-you-are rhetoric pulled out by people who obviously have never had to endure me without chemical mediation. It's become more like clothing; I wear clothing because it's socially acceptable that I do so. I take meds so that I'm socially presentable to people not blessed with emotional invulnerability. Besides, if I go nuts and snuff myself, the mess would be awful. Better to just take one for the team and keep those serotonin levels steady.
