@JoshuaTCharles Pursuing someone whose behavior/presentation you disapprove of, and then testing their suitability to see if they're willing to change at your request, is a terrible strategy for finding your spouse, whether you're a man or a woman. Intentions aside, this will put off good women.
People on here will ask “Is it too late to start over at 28?” and everyone will reply “Yikes. Hate to break it to you gramps but it was over for you 10 years ago.” Meanwhile my 63 year old neighbor is taking the bar exam because he has a list of pharma companies he plans to sue
This is just a tradCath-ed version of the TikTok shit-testing that's keeping Gen Z from forming normal relationships. Any faithful and prudent young woman would be repelled by this kind of behavior, if you're a single man just log off and be nice to girls you like
One of the easiest ways for a man to see if a woman is worth pursuing: ask her to dress modestly in public (since most don’t these days).
If she says no, she rejects the authority of Christ, and would thus reject your authority as a husband.
Move on.
@literally_chad it's an end in itself but also once you get several years into a marriage it is extremely important to do nice things for her or yeah, she will lose interest
@MCMCD_ would you consider very part-time preschool for 3yo? I found that three mornings/week made a huge difference in how manageable things felt, and my 3yo absolutely loved it
Farewell to the legendary Dulles People Mover (1962–2026)
Was it a bus? Was it a train? Nobody knew
Thankfully, your service will no longer be needed 🫡✈️
ppl use ‘unhinged’ now to talk about someone who’s being a little goofy or un-self-aware but there’s a reason it’s a synonym for insane. you can, actually, become detached from reality! depression + drugs + months of insomnia can do that!
Two months before she killed her children with exercise bands, Lindsay Clancy told her prescriber she was unable to determine what was real. Disoriented, forgetful, confused, disconnected.
They kept writing scripts.
Here's what she reported and what they gave her, in order.
Mid October 2022. A psychiatrist starts her on 25mg of Zoloft. Within days it's doubled to 50.
She reports she hasn't slept in 48 hours. Racing thoughts. Worsening anxiety.
20 October. She reports heart palpitations and says her mental health is getting worse.
They take her off the Zoloft and prescribe Ativan and Benadryl.
16 November. She goes to the ER with insomnia, anxiety and heart palpitations.
She's sent home with trazodone.
20 November. Her mother in law rings a perinatal behavioural health programme.
Lindsay tells them she's "very frustrated, scared" with extreme insomnia and racing thoughts. They prescribe Prozac.
24 November. She reports the Prozac is making her insomnia worse.
So they add Ambien, Remeron and Klonopin. Three more on top.
The very next day she tells the practitioner she's unable to determine what's real. Disoriented. Forgetful. Confused. Disconnected.
Nobody stops.
28 November. She's getting three hours of sleep. Disoriented and scared.
They prescribe Seroquel. Her husband testified last week that this is where "her big spiral started".
2 December. She reports she's suicidal and hearing things.
Three days later she rings a crisis hotline asking to be admitted. She's told she doesn't meet the criteria.
6 December. She and Patrick go back to the practitioner together. He tells them she's far worse since starting the Seroquel.
They increase the dose.
20 December. Back to the ER, suicidal. The next day she admits herself into a programme and is removed, because the doctor says she's just overmedicated and doesn't have a mental health issue.
She admits herself to a different hospital. She's discharged with trazodone.
10 January. A psychiatrist prescribes Valium, then amitriptyline.
On 24 January she reported hearing a male voice say: "This is your last chance. Kill the children so you can kill yourself."
Her kids were 5, 3 and 8 months.
13 psychiatric drugs in four months. She reported it was getting worse at every single stage and every single time the answer was another drug.
Not one person in that chain asked whether the treatment had become the illness.
This was not a mysterious psychiatric event appearing out of nowhere. It was a progressive collapse of brain function under postpartum stress, extreme insomnia, autonomic overdrive and relentless pharmacological interference.
The warning signs were explicit: racing thoughts, palpitations, worsening anxiety, disorientation, derealisation, suicidality and hallucinations. Yet every sign of deterioration was interpreted as a reason to add, switch or increase another drug.
Psychiatry cannot keep pretending that SSRIs, benzodiazepines, antipsychotics, sedating antidepressants and hypnotics are inert tools with no capacity to induce activation, akathisia, paradoxical reactions, delirium, withdrawal states or psychosis. These outcomes are documented, and this is not the first case in which severe behavioural disintegration followed escalating psychiatric polypharmacy.
The most disturbing fact is not that one clinician made one mistake but that an entire system repeatedly watched her lose contact with reality and still treated the worsening condition as proof that she needed more chemical suppression.
At some point, the treatment became part of the disease. The establishment does not want that sentence said out loud, which is exactly why it needs to be said louder.
@annakhachiyan I agree that people are generally too inclined to pawn off bad behavior on mental illness but this case in particular seems like an insane one to fold into that argument. Postpartum psychosis and depression plus that many drugs could make a monster of anyone.
I am a feminist. I could NEVER have children because they obviously siphon away your youth and beauty which is clearly the only thing us women have going for us. Did you hear that, moms? You are old and ugly. Also you have no potential anymore. You wasted it on your stupid daughters :/ I am so smart
editing an article on the floor with my tiny daughter who is rolling in circles while Mozart's piano sonata 16 plays, offering her random fingers as teethers while I race against a deadline, mom life full of joys and absurdities I never could have imagined