Dead Wrong: How Psychiatric Drugs Can Kill Your Child Page #4

---

When your son was given those medicines

- he can't metabolize those,

he had a toxic level in the bloodstream

and in his brain and as a

result of that he took his life.

And what has happened is that

they're not looking at the real facts.

- The drugs are very dangerous.

- And, and they know.

- Oh, yes.

- They know that this is happening.

And nothing's being done, let me

tell you that. Nothing's being done.

And so if I can bring you a science

reason, it's not obscure like

"drugs are bad," "medicines

are bad." It's not that.

I'm telling you there's science

behind what we're discussing here

and I'm just really glad I could be

the pharmacist to tell you

what's really happening.

I want to share this

with a lot of people.

- Well, and I appreciate it so much.

- Thank you so much.

Thank you.

It doesn't take much looking to

find some pretty horrible examples

of children who became extremely violent

after being put on psychiatric drugs.

Kip Kinkel, for example, shot his

parents, then went to his high school

and killed 2 and wounded 23 more

while withdrawing from Prozac.

Christopher Pittman was taking Zoloft

when he shot both his grandparents

and burned down their house.

And Eric Harris, who killed 13 people at

Columbine then committed suicide, was on Luvox.

Nine of the last 13 school shooters

were either on or withdrawing

from psychiatric drugs

and the medical records of the others are

sealed, so we may never find out the truth.

But instead of warning us,

psychiatrists and drug companies

are playing down the most serious

side effects and ignoring the rest.

Matthew loved his

family, loved us so much

that before... when he jumped from

the bridge he was wearing a life vest.

The reason, and he wrote it on

a note that he left in his truck,

and it said that he was wearing a

life vest so that he could be found

so that his parents

wouldn't have to worry

about where he was.

Now is this a child who

wants to hurt his family?

He wouldn't hurt us for the world.

Sorry Annie. But this is what happened.

This is what this drug did to my son.

It made him someone he wasn't.

Mathy, she knows also because she had a

sweet little girl who was only 12 years old.

You know, you know what I'm saying.

I do know what you're

saying and I still think

back to being in that doctor's office

and saying, "I don't want her on this,"

and his casualness, his,

"What are you worried about?"

and not knowing any different.

We've all talked about the

fact we just didn't know

but the guilt that comes from watching

people give your child medication

or giving it to them yourself,

making sure they take it 'cause they

tell you, "Don't let him miss a day."

And it ends up killing them.

I think about the warning signs that we

had, that we didn't know were warning signs.

I remember sitting there

watching Candace go like this

and I said, "Candace,

what's wrong?" And she said,

"I don't know, I'm just itchy,"

and not realizing it that it was that

feeling of needles, of burning under her skin

and she was trying to get rid of it but she

was 12 years old and she couldn't tell me.

And I'm thinking...

Matthew was shaking, showing

me how his hands were shaking.

- Yeah, and I... same thing... - Telling

me that his heart was beating fast.

...Candace was shaking and I remember thinking

I really should take her to a neurologist

because her hand is shaky and sometimes

it would be hard to hold something.

But not knowing that that

was a sign that the severity

of the amount of medication in her

system, I just assumed it was dry skin.

And I think about her curled up

in her father's arms laughing.

And that's my last time

I saw my child alive.

Who would ever assume that this happy

child that is embraced in her father's love,

with her sister right there,

would walk up to her room and hang

herself from the valance of her bed?

And nobody knew it. They were there.

Nobody knew it because we had no signs.

I think about days when I

thought I was gonna die myself

because my pain was so intense

that nobody, nobody could live through

the breaking heart that I was suffering.

I remember being in a fetal position on

my laundry room floor, thinking I was dying

and calling my therapist to

say, "I don't think I can live."

"I can't catch my breath. I can't live."

And what did keep me living was the

fact that I had a surviving child

who needed me and I needed...

I needed to be there for her

because I don't know

if I could have done it.

And I remember, Candace had

drawn a little heart on her hand

and in the heart she had written "911."

And then she had covered

it with a bumblebee sticker.

She didn't know she was gonna die.

She thought she was gonna be saved.

She didn't know she was doing this.

Twelve years old.

There's Matt. Matthew's sick, but

he went to basketball practice.

Matthew had 22 points the

other night, he was awesome.

Matthew's personality was infectious.

His love of life was infectious.

Everybody wanted a part of it.

He was just a breath of

fresh air, like sunshine.

And people loved being around him.

He was outgoing and always smiling

and funny and, you know, playful.

Matthew was a friend to everybody.

He'd play with anybody:

young or old or this or that.

My first memory of Matt was in the

third grade, we had the same teacher.

We really became friends in third

grade when we had a class together.

The first time I had ever met him actually

was at a high school football game.

And we hit it off instantly. One of the first

things I remember about Matt and the Steubings,

I remember coming home and telling my

Dad that they're all a bunch of angels.

He was so much fun. He

taught me how to skip school.

He was always supportive like, if there was

anything wrong he knew how to pick you up.

We were on a basketball team together.

We played basketball together

all the time growing up.

We spent hours next to each

other, ribbing each other

and by the end I was just

proud as I could be to finally,

at least in one of the games I beat him.

I mean it was very easy to stand on the

side and just, you know, just grin ear-to-ear

because the kid was absolutely cool

and in my life he is still cool.

The more I learned just how much our kids

are being drugged, the more outraged I became.

But I was truly horrified at the

extent of psychiatric drugging

that is forced on children who don't

even have a parent to protect them.

No one knows this better than foster

child counselor Sonya Muhammad,

who works with the

county of Los Angeles,

dealing every day with children diagnosed

and forced to take psychiatric drugs.

My personal experience has been that

these drugs are very, very dangerous.

We don't see any evidence of them

doing or accomplishing the things

that the parents are being told

that they're supposed to accomplish.

And unfortunately, there are many stories

like yours, which is so unfortunate.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes