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[Dr. Josef @DrJosefWD]

Everyone knows the Lindsay Clancy case. Almost nobody knows this one, and the reason why should stop you cold: when a mother dies alongside her children, there is no trial, no media coverage, and no one digs into what happened in the months before.

Tranyelle Harshman was a 32-year-old Wyoming mother of four. No history of violence. No suicidal history. Her husband describes a loving mother and an incredible wife, and he is standing by her, just like Lindsay Clancy's husband. There was no affair, no conflict, no motive. I searched.

What there was, according to the Wall Street Journal's reporting and the wrongful death lawsuit her mother has filed, was take-home ketamine prescribed for postpartum depression. When Tranyelle reported heart palpitations and feeling disconnected from reality for days, she was reportedly told it often gets worse before it gets better, and her dose was increased. After taking that increased dose, she shot her four daughters and then herself. Toxicology reportedly showed ketamine at four times the threshold associated with mind-altering effects.

I helped develop a ketamine-based drug during my time in pharma. I know these side effect tables: dissociation in nearly half of patients, hallucinations, agitation, fear. This is why ketamine is normally given under clinical supervision, not at home, alone, with children napping upstairs.

The pattern from the Clancy case is identical. A struggling mother reports that a drug is making her worse, and the answer is a higher dose. I will keep saying this until it changes: when a patient gets worse on a psychiatric drug, that is information, not impatience. You do not double down on it.

[D. Alec Zeck @Alec_Zeck]

I know one thing for certain about this Lindsay Clancy trial, and I say this based on my own direct experience watching my mother suffer for years under a fistful of psychotropic medications:

Nowhere near enough attention is being paid to the fact that Lindsay Clancy was cycled on and off 13 different psychotropic medications in an absurdly short window of time.

For years, I watched my own mother suffer tremendously. I would never wish what my siblings and I, nor what my mother, experienced on anyone. It was hell.

She didn’t sleep for days on end, didn’t eat, screamed that it felt like her skin was burning off, screamed that it felt like her brain was being zapped, sat in front of her bathroom mirror staring wide eyed without saying anything, hallucinated that she was 13 years old and I was her father, saw demons and shadowy figures in the room, was in and out of psychiatric hospitals, and attempted to end her life more than once.

These drugs don’t just fail to fix people. They mask symptoms, manufacture new ones, and in some cases push people toward harming themselves or someone else—and the industry that profits from them has spent decades making sure the general public doesn’t fully grasp how often that happens. They rip people apart psychologically and physically. They rip families apart, too.

I’m not on “team Lindsay” or “team Patrick,” and I don’t know what happened in that house. But the medication piece keeps getting drowned out by true crime theorizing.

In the 4 months before the killings, Clancy was pumped through 13 different psychiatric medications, with over 30 total prescriptions as doses got yanked up, down, and swapped, by multiple providers who never once compared notes with each other.

The publicly available data backs this up, and they’re not “fringe” in any sense:

The FDA’s own 2006 review of 372 antidepressant trials (nearly 100,000 people) found a 2.3x jump in suicidality risk for patients under 25. That’s why every antidepressant in America now carries a black box warning.

A 2015 Swedish national study found SSRI users aged 15-24 were convicted of violent crimes at more than 5x the rate of non users (3.3% vs 0.6%). Sertraline in particular stood out among the top-prescribed SSRIs.

Roughly 1 in 4 American women is currently on some form of psychiatric medication, per the CDC’s own newest data, nearly double the rate for men. This isn’t a fringe issue at all. It’s mainstream medicine, quietly, on a massive scale.

And the problems with rapid switching or cold stopping these drugs, exactly what happened to Clancy, isn’t a fringe theory:

Antidepressant discontinuation syndrome is very real and can, at a minimum, trigger brain zaps, insomnia, anxiety, and suicidal ideation within days of stopping.

Benzodiazepine withdrawal is one of the most dangerous withdrawal syndromes in all of medicine, capable of triggering, at a minimum, rebound psychosis, seizures, and severe agitation. I watched that happen to my own mother.

Cross tapering (stopping one drug abruptly while starting another) can stack withdrawal from the first on top of side effects from the second, leaving a person destabilized from both directions at once.

According to the medical system’s own ideas, psychiatric medications typically take 4-6 weeks just to reach full effect, and many require slow, deliberate tapering over weeks specifically to avoid destabilizing the nervous system.

Going through 13 drugs in that same window means many of them never had time to even show whether they were “working” (which is a loaded, problematic idea, in and of itself…) before being swapped again.

13 different medications in 4 months is not normal, cautious psychiatric care, or at least it shouldn’t be. But it probably is relatively normal. And that’s the problem: it’s pure pharmacological, psychological chaos, and nobody bats an eye because this is just how the system runs…

[The Beatles @thebeatles]

King of the keys

[Maryam @hell_line0]

Matthew Shepard was beaten and left for dead..tied to a fence in Wyoming. The only part of his face not covered in blood was two white lines running down his cheeks from where his tears ran dry. His death ignited our final fight for equality, which will fight for, vigorously, until the day that i die.

You don't have to be gay to be a supporter. You just have to be human.

[Pleasure Architect @11Architect11]

during arousal the vaginal canal elongates by roughly 200%

and the cervix rises upward in a process called tenting. this takes 15 to 25 minutes to complete. most men enter before the process is finished and then wonder why she's uncomfortable or why the deep positions aren't working.

the unaroused vaginal canal is approximately 3 to 4 inches long. fully aroused it extends to 5 to 7 inches. the cervix, which sits at the end of the canal, lifts upward and creates a pocket of space beneath it. this pocket is where the anterior and posterior fornix zones sit. the zones responsible for the deepest female orgasms are physically inaccessible until tenting is complete.

the mechanism is blood flow. arousal increases blood flow to the vaginal walls. the tissue engorges and the muscular walls relax and expand. the uterus lifts slightly through ligament tension. the entire architecture of the internal space changes shape. what was a short tight corridor becomes a longer more spacious chamber specifically designed to accommodate deeper stimulation without pain.

this is why the same position that hurts at minute 5 feels incredible at minute 25. the anatomy literally changed shape between those two moments. the cervix that was being hit uncomfortably at minute 5 has lifted out of the way by minute 25. the space that didn't exist now exists. the zones that were unreachable are now exposed.

the men who complain "she can't handle deep positions" are almost always the men who attempted deep positions before her body was finished preparing for them. the body wasn't the limitation. the timeline was.

20 minutes of foreplay is not a suggestion based on politeness. it is the biological minimum required for the internal architecture to finish reshaping itself into the configuration where the best positions and the deepest orgasms become physically possible. anything before that and you're navigating a room that hasn't finished building itself.

[Sassy Devil Dog 🔥 @VinoNStrosGal]

At what point did everybody become so terrified of opioids that protecting licenses, pharmacies & “the system” started mattering more than protecting the patient in pain?

CPPs are told to try everything first.

☑️Physical therapy.
☑️Injections.
☑️Procedures.
☑️Antidepressants.
☑️Gabapentin.
☑️Alternative therapies.
☑️Exercise.
☑️Yoga.
☑️Pain psychology.

And most of us do.

Some of it helps.

Some of it does nothing.

Some of it makes things worse.

Then, after exhausting the alternatives, imagine finally sitting across from an experienced pain-management physician who knows your history, knows your diagnosis, knows what failed, and writes a legitimate prescription.

You think the battle is over.

It isn’t.

Now you get to take that perfectly valid prescription from pharmacy to pharmacy to pharmacy and hear:

“No. I’m not filling that.”

Not because your doctor lost his license.

Not because you did anything wrong.

Because everybody is afraid.

The doctor is protecting his license.

The pharmacist is protecting hers.

The system is protecting itself.

Everybody is practicing CYA medicine.

So who the hell is protecting the patient?

Because while everybody else protects themselves, the patient still has to go home inside the same body.

The sickle cell patient still has tissue being starved of oxygen during a pain crisis.

The CRPS patient can still experience excruciating pain from touch that shouldn’t hurt.

The connective-tissue patient still lives in a body where the very framework holding skin, joints, tendons, ligaments, fascia, blood vessels and organs together can become a source of relentless pain.

And then we act shocked when they ask for relief.

We know the history of Purdue.

We know the Sacklers.

We know reckless prescribing happened.

We know opioids were aggressively marketed.

We know addiction devastated lives.

We fucking know.

America has been hearing this story for more than a decade.

What we talk about far less is what happens when that damn pendulum,
the one Americans in pain keep warning about, swings the other way.

Legitimate opioid prescribing dropped dramatically.

Meanwhile, illicit fentanyl became the dominant force in overdose deaths.

A monitored chronic pain patient filling a legitimate oxycodone prescription is not the same thing as somebody buying a counterfeit pill containing illicit fentanyl.

Stop talking about them like they are.

And no, I’m not arguing for reckless prescribing.

I’m arguing for nuance.

We can condemn pill mills and still defend legitimate pain care.

We can recognize addiction and still recognize analgesia.

We can demand responsible prescribing without making physicians terrified to treat pain.

We can allow pharmacists to use judgment without turning legitimate patients into suspects by default.

And we can stop pretending every “alternative” is harmless or effective for everyone.

Sometimes pain medication is not about getting someone to zero.

Sometimes it is the difference between an eight and a five.

Between the bed and the shower.

Between isolation and dinner with your family.

Between merely surviving a day and actually participating in it.

That matters.

I have 15,401 followers, and one of the things I value most here is the chronic illness and chronic pain community.

We may have different diagnoses.

Different levels of severity.

Different bodies.

But we share the same emotional landscape:

Fear.

Uncertainty.

Exhaustion.

Grief.

Hope.

And that lonely walk out of a doctor’s office after hearing:

“Your labs look fine. I don’t know why this is happening.”

So when one of us disappears for a few days and somebody reaches out with:

“Hey. You okay?”

That matters too.

Because sometimes the most powerful thing you can give a chronically ill person isn’t another treatment suggestion.

It’s this:

I see you.

I believe you hurt.

And you shouldn’t have to suffer just so everybody else can cover their ass.

[Fr. Chris Vorderbruggen @FatherChrisVor1]

As we await the Lindsay Clancy verdict, I want us to slow down before repeating a narrative spreading online.

Religious and secular influencers, joined by others, warn that if Lindsay is found not criminally responsible “because of hormones,” women may have to prove they are hormonally balanced before getting a job or flying an airplane.

Friends, that is not what this jury is deciding.

Massachusetts law asks whether the Commonwealth proved beyond a reasonable doubt that Lindsay remained criminally responsible despite any mental disease or defect. Postpartum psychosis is not a hormonal mood swing. It is a rare psychiatric emergency involving delusions, hallucinations, confusion, or loss of contact with reality. Hormonal changes may contribute, but the illness is not simply “hormones.”

A verdict would not create binding precedent allowing employers to interrogate women about their hormones.

I am not telling the jury what verdict to return. My concern is what this is doing to us.

We have instant information, yet we are becoming less informed, less thoughtful, and crueler. An invented warning is repeated until it feels true, while mental illness remains so stigmatized that people fear admitting when something feels wrong.

Please do not surrender your mind or compassion to people who profit by keeping you frightened and angry. We can remember Cora, Dawson, and Callan, take severe mental illness seriously, and refuse to join this dumbing down of our culture.

[Sgt Pepper @MzSgtPepper]

RFK Jr testified in his divorce proceedings that he was too brain damaged to work so therefore couldn’t pay alimony.

He is now the Secretary of Health and Human Services. Our food is poisoned and measles is on the rise.

Thanks for your attention to this matter.

[Jeffrey W. Ludwig 🇺🇸 🇮🇱 @jwludwig]

Part of the problem is mental illness not caused by a mental defect often can't be seen on an x-ray or scan. But you have described the prosecution's elephant in the room. It is undisputed that Lindsay was a loving and caring mother. It is undisputed that she did not abuse, neglect, talk badly, or complain about her children. Her husband forgave her suggesting that he recognized that the woman he married wasn't at fault. What was the reason(s) for her abrupt and out of the blue transformation into a homicidal/suicidal monster? The prosecution never answered that question. In Massachusetts, the prosecution has the burden to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that she possessed criminal responsibility at the time of the killings. You have listed the plethora of serious mental issues she was dealing with at the time of the occurrence. Clancy's case is easy to distinguish between the Luigi Mangione and Tyler Robinson cases because those 2 had axes to grind with their victims. That is not present here. If these deaths were not due to a woman who lacked criminal responsibility, what explains the motivations or reasons for the deaths. The People never said and the alternative(s) seem to be extremely limited.

[Sen. Bernie Sanders @SenSanders]

Wanna know why 42% of cancer patients in America deplete their life savings within 2 years?

Well, maybe it has something to do with the greed of Big Pharma charging over $400,000 for new cancer drugs.

That’s insane. Getting cancer in America shouldn’t cause you to go bankrupt.

[Lauren Conlin @conlin_lauren]

Here is the full statement from Patrick Clancy from the 2023 GoFundMe 💔

"Thank you all for your love and support. The warmth I’ve received from the community is palpable and your generosity gives me hope that I can focus on some sort of healing. I’ve seen all of your messages and contributions, including some from people I haven’t seen in over a decade and many I’ve never met. I see and appreciate everyone of you.

A lot of people have said they can’t imagine and they’re right, there’s absolutely nothing that can prepare you. The shock and pain is excruciating and relentless. I’m constantly reminded of them and with the little sleep I get, I dream about them on repeat. Any parent knows, it’s impossible to understand how much you will love your kids until you have them. The same goes for understanding the devastation of losing them. Cora, Dawson, and Callan were the essence of my life and I’m completely lost without them.

My family was the best thing that ever happened to me. I took so much pride in being Lindsay’s husband and a dad to Cora, Dawson, and Callan. I always reminded myself that each day with them was a new gift. Callan usually woke up first and would rest his head on my shoulder for a few minutes as he adjusted to morning. Dawson typically sang or spoke his thoughts out loud for a while before we’d go get him. Cora was a big girl and would simply walk downstairs. I can still vividly picture her coming into the living room each morning with her hair in a mess, smile on her face. We always started our days together, reading books, cuddling up on the couch, and playing with magnet tiles. I loved taking them places, whether it was scooting at Chandler elementary, vacation, skiing, out on the boat, or to Duxbury Beach, one of our favorite places on earth. They gave me purpose and I never took it for granted. There is now a massive void where that purpose once was.

Cora had an infectious laugh and was stunningly beautiful. She was the cautious one, but it was really because she was so caring. She used to say she wanted to be a doctor and a mama when she grew up and she would practice by giving Callan check ups. If she was leaving the house to go somewhere, she would pick someone to take care of Caroline and Charlotte, her baby dolls. She had all the doll accessories available, so her sitters were well-equipped. Before she turned 2, she was already wrapping them in perfect swaddles. We would tell her she’s such a “good little mama.” She loved all babies, both real and pretend. She loved sloths, unicorns, tea parties, going to lunch with Nana and Grandpa, and giving presents to people. She knew everything about princesses, her favorite being Sofia the First. She truly loved her brothers and us and said it often in her sweet voice. We did a lot of father-daughter activities together, like skiing and visiting San Francisco or just talking. I loved her, my first born, so much.

Dawson had beautiful, bold, brown eyes that beamed with friendship. He was naturally humorous and generous beyond the norm of a typical toddler, always willing to share his toys with others. For all the love he received, he always gave back more. His best quality was his pure kindness. He loved trucks, tractors, dinosaurs, Paw Patrol, “worker guys” and being outside. He was adventurous and mischievous and enjoyed causing trouble, which he typically found hilarious. He was also remarkably smart. We always said if we didn’t save enough for retirement, it’ll be ok - we’ll just live in Dawson’s guest house. He would hug me tighter than most adults and every night he told me in consistent words at bedtime, without fail, “goodnight dada, I love you.” We had a special bond from day 1. He was my buddy, my first boy, and truly a gift.

Callan was our easy going child. I always said it was because he was the third child - he had to adapt and he did easily. He was born with hardly any fuss and was by far our best sleeper. He was just an incredibly happy and vibrant baby, constantly smiling. Our nickname for him was “Happy Callan.” He was sitting on his own and you could tell he was enjoying his growing independence as he would grab any object within reach. Sometimes he joined my Microsoft calls in the background, playing in his jumpy. I would keep my camera on, too proud to leave it off. He started saying “Dada” whenever I walked in the room. The last moment we had together was our routine. I would come up from my office at the end of the day and swing him between my legs while he laughed and smiled. If I was ever having a bad day, Callan always knew how to heal me. Perhaps that’s why he held on a little longer - to spare me whatever pain he could. As excruciating as it was, I was fortunate and grateful to feel his warmth until his very last moment. Faith is my only hope of believing he felt mine.

Callan died with enormous courage despite being so little. Maybe it was his way of demonstrating what I need to do to press forward. I’ll always try to draw inspiration from him. He’ll always be my little hero.

I want to share some thoughts about Lindsay. She’s recently been portrayed largely by people who have never met her and never knew who the real Lindsay was. Our marriage was wonderful and diametrically grew stronger as her condition rapidly worsened. I took as much pride in being her husband as I did in being a father and felt persistently lucky to have her in my life. I still remember the very moment I first laid eyes on her and can recall how overcome I was with the kind of love at first sight you only see in movies. It really didn’t take long before I was certain I wanted to marry her. We said “I love you” to each other multiple times daily, as if it were a reflex. We habitually started every morning with a passionate hug, yielding a sigh of relief like we had each received the perfect medicine. If too much time passed with out a hug, she’d look at me and ask, “did you forget?” We mutually understood the reality that people can have bad days, but we stuck to the rule that when one of us got lost, the other was always there to bring them home, always. She loved being a nurse, but nothing matched her intense love for our kids and dedication to being a mother. It was all she ever wanted. Her passion taught me how to be a better father.

I want to ask all of you that you find it deep within yourselves to forgive Lindsay, as I have. The real Lindsay was generously loving and caring towards everyone - me, our kids, family, friends, and her patients. The very fibers of her soul are loving. All I wish for her now is that she can somehow find peace.

I promise I’ll put all my energy into healing and rediscovering my purpose. I owe that to all of you, Duxbury fire and police, our compassionate healthcare workers, our local faith leaders, the Microsoft community, and especially Cora, Dawson, and Callan. I don’t know how or when I’ll be able to do it, but your love and generosity will help me get started. I know that love always wins.

Cora, Dawson, and Callan, you gave me so much in your short time here. I don’t know if the pain will ever go away, but I’ll do my best to carry on in your honor. Dada loves you so much and will always remember you.

With love and endless gratitude."
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[Leo @Leonacles]

What a beautiful, informed sentiment from Father Chris!

[Fr. Chris Vorderbruggen @FatherChrisVor1]

Many of you know that I have followed the Lindsay Clancy trial closely. I have done so because our Christian faith does not stop at the door when something becomes traumatic, tragic, or almost unbearable to contemplate.

This is where a well-formed Christian conscience should guide us: when the facts are horrifying, emotions are intense, and another human being is easy to hate.

Again and again, people have said they watched Lindsay in court and saw insufficient sorrow, remorse, or empathy. Some have treated her expression and behavior at the defense table as evidence of what must be happening within her soul.

She did cry during the trial, sometimes intensely. But even that misses something important.

Those of us watching online experience this story as videos and updates: the killings happened, the trial began, and now we await a verdict. Lindsay has lived through every hour between January 2023 and today.

For more than three and a half years, she has been confined in hospitals and psychiatric facilities under treatment and supervision. She has undergone repeated evaluations and received extensive pastoral care.

A courtroom camera cannot tell us what those years have done inside another person.

We do not know what her doctors have treated, how medication may affect her expression, or what she has confronted privately with medical professionals, clergy, and loved ones. We do not know how many times she has wept when no camera was present.

Psychiatric treatment often aims to stabilize symptoms, thinking, and behavior. Yet people look at someone who has spent years under structured care and demand a dramatic public display before believing she possesses a conscience.

That tells us little about Lindsay and much about what social media is doing to us.

We expect grief to look a certain way and remorse to arrive on cue. If she cries, people call it manipulation. If she remains composed, they call her a monster. Either way, the audience gets what it came looking for.

Some influencers know how to keep people angry, turn uncertainty into certainty, and present cruelty as moral clarity. When the jury does not move quickly enough, anger is redirected toward the jurors.

Friends, this is not making us wiser. Information without patience, humility, or moral formation does not produce wisdom. We are becoming more confident in judgments we are less equipped to make.

None of this tells the jury what verdict to return. I am not arguing for conviction, acquittal, or a finding of lack of criminal responsibility. The jurors heard the evidence and carry a responsibility that those of us watching online do not.

My concern is what this experience is doing to us.

Can we remember Cora, Dawson, and Callan without turning hatred into a virtue? Can we take their deaths seriously without pretending we can diagnose their mother from her courtroom expression? Can we seek justice without demanding that another human being perform her suffering for our approval?

I intend to continue walking through events like these with you: looking beyond the shouting, resisting manipulation, and asking what they reveal about our culture, our moral lives, and our souls.

The world has no shortage of people who can make us angrier. I want us to become wiser, more honest, and more fully Christian.

[Colonel Kurtz -PopCulture/ Politics/ Life @colonelkurtz99]

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Years ago near my hometown in Texas, a woman my mom knew went crazy and killed her kids like Andrea Yates.

It was a tragic, horrendous event, and yet people accepted the insanity verdict and her rendition to a state hospital. It was not a giant controversy.

It feels to me that some of you are shocked at the manner in which the justice system has been quietly functioning for years, and now are trying to make it into a referendum on women’s rights in all kinds of ways.

Social media is really inflammatory in this case.

[Karly Kingsley @karlykingsley]

I still think this is a fabulous idea

[Leo @Leonacles]

@PaniniEveryday @Mozes60 I have OCD, MDD, GAD,ADHD. It's sooo difficult parsing out which disorder is causing the most havoc & the interplay bt them. To soothe my anxiety, OCD wants elaborate rituals. ADHD makes those rituals take 10X longer. Depression & ADHD make it hard to get help. And around we go!

[Leo @Leonacles]

@IanRunkle Umm...Heated Rivalry 😆

[Kiki Danger @itskikidanger]

@brooklyn47361 No one ever listens to me when I tell the real data of filicide and NGRI.
Men. The only reason the filicide numbers skew 60/40, is because of the women who give birth alone, and kill the baby.
NGRI: 90% men
Murder: 90% men

[Leo @Leonacles]

@factsdontlie10 @Mandyesq She's paralyzes from the chest down. She can't uses the bathroom without being catheterization or a bowel program. Anyone w/SCI above T5/6, is at risk of life-threatening autonomic dysreflexia. She has 0 control of lower diaphragm. The gvt legally has to keep charges safe

[Leo @Leonacles]

@Stacylynn530195 @factsdontlie10 @JusticeServedTV They're nurses from Tewksbury State Hospital. She requires 2 nurses bc she's paralyzed f/the chest down. It's hard to move patients who can't ambulate on their own. She requires cathetorizing to pee, & manual stimulation to poop. Obviously