This week the revelation that we are eating horse and pig with our beef burgers has come as a bit of a shock. Although I have to say, surprisingly, it hasn’t come as a huge shock for many, and a commonly held opinion is ‘Ah well, sure if you’re willing to eat parts of a cow, there’s not too much difference’. Surely that is completely missing the point? We are entitled to know exactly what we are buying. Whether we, as consumers, pay 10 euro or 10 cent for a beef burger, it’s supposed to be beef and if we wanted a filly burger, we’d have asked for one! Apart from the fact that if the company who sells the product cannot vouch for the content (and therefore any contagious diseases), it’s false advertising. Vegetarianism is looking increasingly attractive.
It the same with antidepressants. The name itself is false advertising. If I wanted a product which can double the rate of suicide and cause worsening depression, not to mention heart-attacks and strokes, surely I’d have bought myself a gun? A game of Russian roulette would at least minimise the suffering. Or maybe I wouldn’t do the job properly and end up physically disabled too. Then even worse, I could be forced by the Irish judicial system to roam this world until my ‘natural’, undignified, and painful death, as shown in a recent Irish case. In my opinion, this brave woman is being discriminated against because she is disabled, by the very system which purports to do ‘justice’.
Maybe, as a consumer, I’d be one of the lucky ones, where that antidepressant would do the job which the name implies, and I’d live happily ever after, discarding the drugs after a few months. Then again, I could be the one who can’t get off the drugs, the one who is addicted and any attempt to stop the drug leaves me with debilitating side effects, unable to function, love, or care either way.
Or maybe I’d be on them for life, thinking they’re doing a great job but everyone else is thinking ‘there’s something not quite right’ with Leonie? It’s quite possible that has been said already, but if so, it’s down to life experiences and genetics, not any prescription drug. You know the type though? That woman or man who speaks a little too loud, unaware or uncaring of people around them? The one that isn’t aware of personal or societal boundaries. That woman you meet at the shop who wants a full-blown conversation with you, despite having never met her before? Or the one that always seems to be on a different planet and just that little bit ‘different’? The one who never did illegal drugs, doesn’t drink but yet has slightly slurred speech and a slightly longer reaction time to others.
Over-prescribing and prescribing dangerous medication for every twinge is rampant globally, not just in Ireland. The only winner is the pharmaceutical industry, not the patients or their families. Be informed, read the leaflet, or in the case of the Irish Medicines Board, go to the FDA website where more information is provided. Don’t be turned into a unwitting drug company zombie. Whether this rings a bell or not, the importance of finding a good doctor should never be underestimated.
If your current doctor hasn’t the time to listen, maybe it’s time to find another one!
Irish Times, Assisted suicide case
The Telegraph, Horsemeat in burgers.
EMA, Suicide/Aggression with ssri’s Link
Suicidality, Violence and Mania Caused by SSRIs; Dr Peter R Breggin here.
Drugs associated with violence. Here.