Posted by:
forestpal
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Date: February 01, 2012 02:15AM
I agree with behindcurtain and Mia.
I had a "Regional" calling, which put me in the middle of large groups of RS women. I was very curious about antidepressant use, so I did informal polls, in various groups. I was STUNNED by how many women were taking Prozac, Zoloft, Paxil, Valium, Xanax, and other drugs--about 30% of them in our region. One clique of women said they "swore by" Vicodin! They were not injured or in pain or old. They were upper-middle-class, non-working, married mothers, usually with Type A or narcissistic husbands. (They drove cars on Vicodin! One, a plastic surgeon's wife, who always ran stop signs, ran into a telephone pole one afternoon, and was killed.) Some of these women were very difficult to work with, and would have extreme mood-swings, the like of which I've never seen in any other group of adults, before or since.
The person who most interests me is the Mormon female who is not officially clinically depressed. This was me. A GP gave me a prescription for Zoloft, because I asked for it, and told him, "I think I'm depressed." The drug definitely numbed my emotions. My thinking was muddled, too, like there was cotton in my head. I could barely function at work, and at home with my children, but I didn't feel as "invested" in the outcome of things. "So what." When I fell asleep in a business meeting, that was the last straw. Just like Mia, I couldn't wait for it to get out of my system. My brain chemistry didn't require it.
An antidepressant or a tranquilizer would definitely make the 3 hours of meetings easier. It would make the Joseph Smith garbage easier to swallow. A fogged-up brain doesn't question.
Anyway, in my experience, I was "depressed" because I was oppressed! As a divorced single mother who worked, I had no social standing, no respect, and definitely no love. I also had no RIGHTS, even though I was functioning as a male as the head of my household and sole support of my children. You might not believe this, but the moment I walked out of the Mormon church building for the last time, my Sunday depression vanished, and it never returned! Of course, I was sad when my TBM parents and my brother and SIL died--but I was not depressed. I didn't have to deal with all that judgment-by-Joseph-Smith and polygamy-in-the-celestial-kingdom tripe that went along with Mormon deaths.
Edited 4 time(s). Last edit at 02/01/2012 08:20AM by forestpal.