Have you ever been given a treatment that made you worse?

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Me... the AS diagnosis did more harm than good for me. People at the two schools I went to where they knew thought I was more dysfunctional than I was and treated me as such.

It didn't exactly make me worse, but taking bipolar medication certainly didn't help. The labels though definitely did extensive harm. I was mislabeled OCD, Social Anxiety, and Bipolar. All of these labels prevented me from finding the true source of my difficulties. Plus, the therapy associated with the disorders made me feel worse bc everything I did was attributed to one of the disorders. Made me feel even more dysfunctional. It also made me obsess about what was wrong with me, what all these disorders were, reading cases of other people, and ultimately convincing myself and those around me that the shrinks were right. This led to even worse self esteem and a feeling of lost control over my life, which made the disorders seem even more plausible. It wasn't until I found AS that I realized the root of my problems, and even then it took a year for me to see what the labels had done and to get rid of them, in my own mind and in others.

In the past, I was perscribed Risperdal for when the doctors thought I might be scizophrenic, but it made me hallucinate, and basically drop out of reality.

I was perscribed Lithium for depression, but it made me unbearably angry.

Zoloft didn't really affect me, either positively or negatively.

3 sessions of psychotherapy they were a nightmare

i have been few times in observation they didin,t first know how i would react off being there, they fearred that i could get melddown any second so they restained me in bed i was there about month:(

Four sessions with a therapist who told me that I wasn't "really" depressed (I was extremely depressed), recommended that I read a book by Rush Limbaugh to "improve my negative outlook on the world" (didn't bother to ask me about my politics), and told me to join a church youth group to make friends, even after I told him I didn't go to church anymore and I wasn't religious. I think he was also trying to hint that I had an alcohol problem, because I had gone to one party over the summer and I worried that my father judged me for it. He made me feel so guilty about being depressed that I didn't try to get anymore treatment until I was failing half of my college courses because I didn't have the energy to get out of bed in the morning.

I was around 12/ 13 yrs of age, when my "disorders" started to become apparent. At that same time, which was also the beginning of puberty for me, a hormonal imbalance caused me to gain a lot of weight. I was very depressed and anxious. I also knew that I was different from other people. Therefore, I attempted to commit suicide. I was inpatient for apprx two weeks. When I finally was discharged, I was given a prescription for Xanax and was told to see the psychiatrist who had treated me in the hospital. This Dr was such an as*hole! His method of treating me was by putting me down and attempting to scare me into getting better. I remember my last session w/ him.... I had been skipping a lot of school, since I was still depressed and everyone was making fun of me and the excessive weight I put on. In response to my behavior, he said to me... "What are you going to do w/your life? You are too fat to become a prostitute!"
So, that was the last straw and I refused to see him again. My mother also did not believe that he said such things to me! However, she did agree that he certainly was not helping me either. Thankfully, she realized later that I was right about him, since she was an RN at the time and heard many similar stories about him.

gabapentin/neurontin.
one side of face was like what happens when have a stroke,and felt constantly dizzy,like was floating,didn't know where was,what was doing etc.....had it changed back to tegretol,albeit a SR version.

Ritalin

I was misdiagnosed as hyperactive at age five. (I was very high energy, but could always channel it in positive directions and was not inattentive or disorganized.) Ritalin turned me into a zombie. Fortunately, my mom discontinued it after one dose. AS was not a known diagnosis in those days.