Had she really been sleeping with my so called mates?… Could I go on to make this marriage work?… Was it all in my imagination?… Do I keep taking the pills, or is there more to it than meets the eye?… This was the start to becoming a legalized drug addict. With what was then classed as the wonder drug of its time… Valium (Brand Name), Generic Name: Diazepam.
It hit me out of the blue. Married four years, a two year old son, everything in the garden seemed rosy. Then she tells me sex twice a week was not enough for her. That I should think about going to see a doctor to find out why I did not feel like “wanting it more” as she put it.
Could it have been the 10 to 16 hour days, six days a week I worked just to keep a roof over our heads. In her book that didn’t count. I guess the writing was on the wall then.
I was given male hormone injections for some weeks it did not increase my sexual appetite. Constant disapproval from her took me down, and down in the end the hormone injections where stopped (not making any difference) and my doctor suggested he start me on a new wonder drug it would lift my mood and help me to cope with my situation.
What he did not say, or looking back what he did not realise then was that some years down the line I was not going to be able to give up this wonder drug because unknown to me then I was becoming addicted, and was soon to learn I could not live without the drug.
Even though as time went by I learned about and suffered awful side effects that this new medication was causing. Over time I went down and down in the end I did not care a damn about much anything.
Our son was 4 years old before a friend dragged me back by telling me that in between the times my wife was not having sex with me she was jumping into bed with most of the men in and around our social gathering.
I did not believe this, (silly me) but never the less it had put doubt in my mind especially thinking of her attitude over the past years. I had tried to increase my sexual appetite for her… I divorced her not long afterwards.
I could write a book about my life, but this is not the time nor the place. What does concerns me is that I still take these antidepressants 40 years later and not because I can’t cut the mustard, it is solely the by-product, (side effects) of the medication.
I was left on them for that many years my body seems not to be able to live without them these days. Believe me it is not for the want of trying. Many times I have slowly weaned myself off this medication (over 3+ years) and it always ends the same… physical pain, and severe depression follow… For now I have wrote enough…
The owner of this site has asked people like myself with experience of this type of medication to tell others in the hope that it will help them to question the doctor should there come a time in their lives that they are offered this kind of help.
My advice for what it is worth, check out other areas of help first. I have often looked back and thought if I had been given the information on other areas that are available now, I would have checked it out first and maybe, just maybe I would not now be still trying to stop the taking of the medication that has dominated and controlled my life all these years.
One other thing no matter what you are told about the new medication of today being free from side effects, it is worth remembering, that is what they told me 40+ plus years ago.
My own thoughts on this type of mind medication If it interferes with the body’s normal function then I believe there will always be a price to pay, no matter how small.
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Should I go on?: Xandert / MorgueFile.com