#197, 20 June 2004

Geris wanted to be on an update, so here's his story:

Me, my shrink and some drugs.

As of now I off the happy numb pills also know as prozac. Now we all know what prozac is right? Its a powerfull anti-depressent. Now you are maybe asking yourself why did he have to take that shit. Well here is the very fucked up story.... It startedin Febuary of 2003 when I was 12 and in 6th grade. My Mom got this idea to take me to some place where they test children for mental disabilities such as ADD. Now I have a theory she got this idea from a TV news channel. Another bullshit story about how 1 in 3 children have ADD. Gez I hate TV mostly because of the greedy companies and the shitty news.[Thank the lord for the internet] Anyway I went to this place and took this test which took me 2 days to complete. now jump to a month latter, mom has just got the mail from the mail-box and I was sitting at the table doing some math homework when I heard her say "Oh my gosh, my baby has ADD." Now at this I though I was going to cry. The way my mom said it made me think it was serious and I was fucked up for life. Then seh told me it was just a small ammount[Do they messure ADD in grams or mililitter?] of ADD and I have to go see a Doctor about getting some meds. Ok now we go to the doctor some weeks latter and he looks at my test records and says "Hmmm lets give you an non-stimulant treatment. I think stratera would be good." Now for those who don't know ritilan is a stimulant and is jus ta a form of speed.[I'm not shitting you ritalin is speed] So, this doctor didn't like ritalin so he gave me stratera. Now jump to Januray 2004, After being on stratera for awile my mood became boring and mellow. I was tired all the time, didn't try to talk to people because I was trying to fucking pay attention in class and when I was bored in school I would put my head down and try to sleep or read a book. But no the teacher got all fucking worried and though I was depressed. So they called a meeting with my parents. After the meeting my Mom wanted me to see a shrink. She said that there was nothing wrong with me and they just wanted for the shrink to check me out. Bullshit! If they though I didn't have anything wrong with me then why did I have to see a god damn shrink! Gez I'm not that fucking stupid. Ok so I answered all of her bullshit questions and left promptly with my mom. Now week later my mom meets with the shrink again without me. She comes back and tellsm e to take this small white pill from now on and that I am off stratera. Well for the first few weeks a threw the pills away and I started to try tot alk to dicks a at school that I didn't like, stoped reading in class and didn't try to sleep. After awile my mom found the pills and started to make me take them. Now remeber I don't know what the hell I am taking beacuse they never told me what it is. Now jump to the first week of June. Ahh summer, no more school work, no more jocks or dicks. pure bliss. So that weekend my dad asked me if he wanted to see a movie that we both wanted to see, "Super Size Me". After the movie[It was a really good movie] in the car on the way home I asked my dad for some reason what were the little white pills mom makes me take. The answer he gave me shocked me and pissed the hell out of me. PROZAC!! Of all the things of in the world I was taking a fucking anti-depressent. Now the next day I asked my mom what were the little pills that she making me take. She gave me the name Zycolaft[Something like that] Now the answer she gave me was 100% true. She gave me the generic name not the brand name. So the week on June 17 I went to the shrink again. More bullshit questions, more "Do you feel depressed or sad." shit. After a bit I asked while my mom was in the room "What is the name of the pills I am taking?" The shrink gave my mom a look of concern and said the generic name. I replied "Isn't that Prozac?" As teh 1337 would say "qwned!" "Yes it is" she repiled. Now my mom was looking all worried that I had caught her half-lie. Next I said "I do not want to take this any more if that is fine."Bot my mom and the shrink agreed to my request. Today is June 18, 2004 I have now stoped taking Prozac, the shrink tells me it will take 3 weeks for it all to be out of my system but I feel better already. It feels great knowing that my parents[Mostly my mom] trying to control my feelings with drugs. I feel so much better. So in the end I guess this story has a happy ending.

~Geris