I was on horrible medications for mental reasons for a long time. They said I had ADHD at first, and then they said I didn't have it. Then they put me on crazy anti-psychotics which caused anger, range, mood swings, and anxiety. When I got off them I was happier and laughed like my normal self and they considered me to have mania and bipolar, which I know I don't have. I do not believe it even exists.
In the beginning of the school year before Christmas, I was not seeing things, but had divinic inspirations of Christ coming the second time (this is not meant to offend anyone of other religions). I said I was seeing things like stars falling from the heavens because I felt more righteous and connected to God to say something divinic that I would have seen in Christ's second coming (as far as my beliefs go).
In school, for 3 days on Monday through Wednesday we did a social studies lab renaissance project in the media center. People laughed, cussed, and goofed off the entire class. I did the same thing just to make up for it, but the way I did it was telling people some of my visions. One vision I had that I actually believed was a golden ball of light in the sky following me (it wasn't the Sun because it was traveling to the west in the morning).
So I did that for three days. In first period in Spanish, I told everyone in the class my thoughts and disrupted the class because I said, "The second coming of Christ is coming very soon," and I laughed a lot. I did the same for other classes, and the teachers would just tell me to calm down or hold yourself together. When I was on tranquilizers, my irritability was so bad that I couldn't find fun with anyone and cussed out teachers, including calling out in class and saying inappropriate comments.
My parents before this have sent me to mental hospitals many times, but they got worried so they sent me again. My dad and I had a minor conflict, so then they forced medicine unto me saying I would get an injection if I refused to take it. Then my dad started yelling more like usual, and I wrecked some of my belongings out of frustration for how I though I was being treated. I got sent a third time, that time with medicine that makes it harder to breathe even more than a traditional anti-psychotic.
I missed about 35 days of school, and I was able to make up all of the world. However, I still felt mistreated. All the mental hospitals I went to before didn't have a policy in which they forced medicine. I should note that I was just turning 17 when I was there, and over 17 when I left. As a result, I stopped the medicine, and my parents like to tell people things and in a way, gossip. I felt happier and joyful like I was 5 before I started the ADHD medications. I should also note that I stopped the tranquilizers last summer in 2012 and had good behavior and felt great and made friends in my neighborhood. Then they say, you "crash" and have a "manic episode." Really, pretty much everyone does at some point or another, especially during teen years.
The principal obviously found out and said she couldn't accept me at school unless I take the medicine. Her reason was to keep other kids safe and have it so they can learn. REALLY? So suspend me or give me discipline. She first said to me, "I don't mean to invade on your personal business, but..." I said to her, "So you're expelling me," and she says, "You know I would never do that." The next day is when she in a way ate her own words. So I took the medicine simply because I wanted to finish eleventh grade.
I want to start off by saying that her logic is very flawed. A disruption at school is not any different than people who cuss or yell in class or in the halls. Should these people be "expelled?" Get real. Maybe she could deny me credits for the year because I missed a lot, but just the fact that I was gone so long gives her no right to kick me out. I didn't disrupt that much anyway.
I don't want to be miserable, yet I still would like to graduate. But my health is more important, and this is a constant, everyday thing. Senior year is supposed to be fun in many ways, and I don't want to be feeling like a zombie that can't breathe every second.
I'd like to know what you think about this, and what you think I should do. Help is needed. Thank you.