I Was An Antipsychotic Zombie

by Edward Opton

Here is a personal recollection from a person well known to me. My friend wrote:

Some years ago, I was, for one day, an antipsychotic zombie. It was an eye-opener that I shall never forget.

At the time, I was a clinical psychology intern working in a university-affiliated hospital.  Salesmen’s drug samples were a common sight, lying about on desktops and discarded in wastebaskets.  I thought I should know what my patients were experiencing.  I picked up an “antipsychotic” sample pill, peeled off the plastic wrapper, and swallowed it.

Eighteen hours later, I understood why people use the term “zombie” in connection  with “antipsychotic” drugs.  I had not yet heard “zombie” used that way, but when I did, I understood to a degree that would not have been possible without the personal experience.

The “antipsychotic” rendered me almost as immobile as if I were dead, but I was awake, my mind slowly meandering in repetitive, uncontrolled directions, unable to focus on anything in an organized way, not even “get up–your bladder is full–you need to pee.”  I could think that thought, in fact I couldn’t stop thinking it over and over and over, but my brain seemed to be disconnected from the muscles that had to move to get me off the couch and into the bathroom.  It felt as if the connections between brain and body had been severed.  I had become what is now known as a “couch potato.”

Had I been an acutely disturbed psychiatric patient, I would have been rated “much improved,” for I was exhibiting no symptoms of mental unbalance.  I was not bothering anyone.  I was not wandering, complaining, threatening, whining, boasting, talking incomprehensibly, or being obnoxious or troublesome.  I was doing nothing at all.  I would have been a relief to my caregivers.  For me, though, it was an 18-hour visit to hell.

The experience of a single dose enabled me to understand, as nothing else could have, why so many people say no to “antipsychotics.”

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Note:  This recollection is published with my friend’s permission.  It is not a recommendation to anyone to risk similar self-education.

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