The Drugs Don’t Work
It’s a big week. The final week of Steven’s medication reduction. Next Wednesday he’ll be off the anti-psychotics completely.
He was first given them towards the end of 2007. He was on 2mg a day at the time. When he went into the Unit, they doubled the dose to 4mg within the first two weeks of him being there. He’s been on the same dose ever since. Since 2007, his weight has doubled and as I wrote about recently, it has started to seriously affect his health.
Thank goodness the psychiatrist has taken the issue seriously and has been fully on board in reducing them. We’ve been reducing them by .5mg a day since the visit to the clinic and getting the diagnosis. Today, Steven didn’t have any meds this morning and will have .5mg tonight. One more week and they’ll be out of his life.
Already, we are noticing a big change. It’s difficult for me to see because I’m with him every day, but people keep telling me that the weight is falling off him. When he came into my bedroom this morning to talk about Mr Bean, it was striking how much his puffy face has gone down. I ordered Steven some new summer pyjamas last night but they may be too loose in a few weeks time.
And he’s so full of beans. Steven is like Tigger at the best of times. At the moment, he’s like Tigger on steroids and whizz. Everything seems maximised. His usual excitement about life is on full volume. There’s been a couple of meltdowns and they have the volume turned up as well. It’s like a switch has been flicked and the whole Steven is returning.
Steven is downstairs at the moment having his usual Wednesday disco session with Alan. A couple of months ago, Steven would manfully try to dance but have to sit down after two songs. They’ve been going full pelt for over half an hour now. I’ve put on some of the fastest songs – Sylvester doing “You Make Me feel Mighty Real” and The Cartoons doing “Doodah” but he’s up for it.
On another day, I’ll reflect on what the hell the last five years have been all about. A developmental crisis about leaving school has led to over six years of sedation, a year in an assessment and treatment unit and huge weight gain. The overkill could have killed him.
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