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The issue I take with this whole fiasco is the lack of nuance involved, not that I would expect an early-20's "influencer" to actually understand nuance in the first placehttps://twitter.com/Cookie__Sophie/status/1402680510338547718 …

Can medication be a massive help when the right dose of the right thing is found for the right situation? Yes! Can it be an enormous detriment when prescribed in a cavalier manner? Yes! Is the average 12-year-old Dream fan going to understand this? Fuck no!

Real talk: When I was first diagnosed as being on the spectrum at age 12, I was prescribed a pair of medications that at the time, yes, did have a profoundly positive impact. One addressed "issues" with depression. The other addressed anger "issues". It wasn't right.

At the time, I had every god-given right to be depressed. My single mother was between jobs. I had few friends. I suffered constant bullying in school, on the part of both classmates and staff. We were fed and our bills were paid by the local church. The family car died.

And similarly, how is anger an unjust reaction to having venom thrown at you by your supposed classmates, having purported authority figures like teachers ignore your plight, for 6+ hours a day, every weekday, for more than half of the year?

I rarely talk about this, because it's an intensely painful subject, but these medications fucked me over in multiple ways: While they were a band-aid for the underlying psychological issues, after 15+ years my neurochemistry *expected* them to be there.

For various reasons, I was on the tail end of a refill of both medications when moving to Sweden in late 2013. When your neurochemistry expects these meds to be in your bloodstream, even a small step-down in dosage causes hellish psychological blow-back.