Saturday, October 17, 2009

MEDS, MEDS, MEDS, an oxymoron...


Today I write to acknowledge something that has been troubling me. It seems that a friend of mine is having problems and has been sharing this with me as he knows I was studying to become a "criminal sex therapist." Many say it is a good thing that I did not become one. I could have settled for "couples sex therapy" if the criminal aspect of the field was too raw to live a peaceful life. I say this because I have another friend who is a criminal lawyer and he had to give up his profession at one point due to the rawness of the job and his sensitivity towards mankind. Some professions get in the way of our balance in our every day living.

Going back to my friend. This person was given antidepressants due to a life changing experience. He shares with me that it seems as if someone has taken the spark of his life away from him. That his eyes dimmed along with his soul and his drive and energy for life and sex were stolen from him, just with one simple pill. His girlfriend feels left out and that he is not the sexually driven man she met a year ago and that he does not express his desire for her anymore. In a way she feels alienated and that this is a stranger in their bed.

He asks me: "What am I to do?" Does he stop taking the meds and risk the emotional turmoil that will bring to the already sensitive issues in the relationship or does he continue to take them and risk losing his lover? It seems as if in both choices he risks loosing his lover. Sad...

Ladies and gentlemen, now I truly understand why the mentally ill don't want to take meds. We have so many homeless who choose this life so people will just leave them alone and at least there is one thing that noone can take away from them... their soul and their sexual drive! They choose to be wandering in their minds and souls rather than risk loosing their libido and life energy in order to be able to join humanity or what I call "be socially acceptable" in this world we live in. They choose abandonment of their lives in order to feel alive within themselves and acceptance from other mentally ill. Something they do not get from the rest of society who does not acknowledge them and even rejects them.

I understand and I understand the trial and tribulations that my friend and his girlfriend are going through and wonder what the answer is. Anyone who can contribute to this oxymoron, I welcome it and so will my friend. He is getting desperate, enough to share with me such a delicate subject. I am open to discussion. Comment, subscribe and follow this site... its about life!

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