Actually, Door #1 above and Door #3. I saw so many
people around me taking these drugs, and reporting
things that sounded like the blurb that the drug
company had written up about the ideal effect of
these drugs, that I grew curious.
I find it interesting that in all of your experiences that you relate here, first about the Midwest, and now about SSRIs, that you are constantly running into people who speak in cliches, and only cliches it would seem, and that you are always running into them at exactly the right moments. Do you make your home on a TV soundstage?
For example, when I hear a person on SSRIs tell me
that he's never felt better, and then the next day
kick the shit out of a 70-year-old man because he
wouldn't run an errand for him, that triggers for
me a sense of cognitive dissonance.
Another anecdotal experience that sounds like it's made-to-order.
Then, when such drugs were prescribed for two mem-
bers of my immediate family, I grew even more curious.
Curious enough to take a week or two of such drugs
myself, from their ever-growing stash of them, to
see what effect, if any, they seemed to have on me.
I didn't like the effect much. There is no question
that I felt more comfortable in my environment; it's
just that I didn't *care* about my environment. Or
anyone in it. Or anything else.
So you took SSRIs without being diagnosed with clinical depression, and then wondered why they didn't work.
Sorry, but you asked. It really IS a subjective
thing for me. I think they're nasty drugs, from
my own limited experience with them.
No, it isn't subjective. There have been many valid, scientific studies that clearly show that SSRIs raise serotonin levels in people who have lowered levels, which is exactly what they are supposed to do. Why you feel so threatened by that is a mystery.
