I wish that my doctor slowly withdrew me off my sleeping pills back around the late 1970's. As you might remember,I was on 2 Methaquaaludes(600 Mgs)a night for 2 years. I felt strange after two years of being on them. I felt dull in the morning. I told the doctor that I wanted to stop taking the Methaquaaludes that he put me on 2 years earlier.

So we went in the bathroom,and flushed them down the toilet. Soon after that I started having withdrawals. I was in excruciating anxiety,and height of anxiety that I cannot describe. My dad just gave me strange looks. I went back to the doctor,and asked if I could slowly stop taking them. He shook his head no. I still remember that moment.

I didn't know what to do. I went out into the night,and bought bear. I drove into the country at 12 AM and tried to relax. I had these terrible sensations. This went one for a long time.I was in silent desperation.

I was a absolute basket case if there was ever one. I stoped seeing the doctor,and things are not clear in my memory for 2 years after that. This ended any confidence that I'll ever have in medical professionals again. It was horrible. It's despicable. I could not get any help from anyone in that two year period. It was during the time of the Elvis Presley doctor scandal. No attention was being paid to me,and they where cracking down on doctors. My situation is the untold other side of the coin.

Can anyone let me know if this could have damaged me. I'm afraid to ask any doctors,or do any research on the subject. If anyone doesn't know what Methaquaaludes are,they where the most addictive,and most powerful sleeping pills of the 1970's. I basically lost my peace of mind after that time. I think that the doctor lost his practice,but not because of me. He must have done that to other people who reported him ,and got help. I didn't get help,and was living on edge for two years. This subject scares me. Can you believe a doctor did this to me. I've found out that with me when a doctor makes a mistake,it's a huge one.

I ended up in the hospital in 1980,and you know what the Doctor did there? He took me off the Ativan,or Xanax that I had been on. I forgot which. I had a seizer after several days. They put me on Valium,and then put me back on Ativan,or Xanax which I was taking before. I was prescribed Valium in 1970,and was on it until around 1977. They made a movie about valium,and it got a bad reputation. So they made Ativan,then Xanax. (Same thing but no mustle relaxer in it)

I could go on further,but I think that this damaged me. I don't feel anything like I did when I was a child. I feel like I'm living on the edge all the time. I don't have any modern knowledge on medications,because of what I've been through.

For about 20 years now I've been on a small dosage of Xanax(0.25 Mg.)4 times a day. When I was upset a couple of months ago,he uped my dosage to 0.25 Mg. 6 times a day. It's not been helping. He put me on Luvox 10 years ago for the OCD,which is also a antidepressant. It seems to help those thoughts to not become to bad.

I know that you all don't know me,but from what I've tried to tell you all,does it sound like I've been handled right by Psychiatrist's? I feel burned on one side,and then flipped on the other side and burned on it also. I feel sorry for the people who went through emotional issues in the Dark Ages. BF