Just piping in to say a roommate of mine in college took Seroquel. It IS actually prescribed for insomnia and has a few other applications that have nothing to do with its effectiveness as an anti-psychotic. Yes, it is an atypical-antipsychotic, but it’s often prescribed for other things.
ETA: IIRC, the side effects are more likely to occur at the intense level prescribed for psychosis and the risks are no where nears as great at the low doses recommeded for insomnia and other things. My roomie took like 10% of what would have been prescribed to someone who suffered schizophrenia. He took it for an anxiety disorder.
Why bother quoting the question if you weren’t going to answer it?
As for your second paragraph, mental illness or not, you are a bitter, vindictive asshole. If you’re so genuinely concerned for your brother’s sanity, how about extending some compassion and trying to help him? But no, you’d rather continue heartily giving your entire family the middle finger and “goad” him into “flipping out” so you can treat him the way you contend your evil family has treated you. Except I seriously doubt they had to goad you into acting crazy. You can clearly manage that one all on your own. Thank God I’m not one of your relatives.
I missed that little gem earlier. So I’ll amend my comment about feeling sorry for you and for your family. What I should have said is that you are a vicious, vindictive asshole and your poor family are to be very pitied for having to put up with you.
It’s from a song called “Institutionalized” in which a guy goes off into screaming rages when things don’t go his way (like his mom wont get him a Pepsi). At one point, he screams, “I’m not crazy! YOURE the one who’s crazy!” The tone of the song is a lot like the tone of this thread, actually.
I have offered to help him, jerkwad. He’s refused all help, and responds with personal attacks when I ask if he wants my help. And now I’m one step away from disconnecting from him completely – which means he will have NO friends at all, and frankly, since our argument last night, that doesn’t bother me at all. He needs me far more than I need him, but there are limits to the type of behavior I’ll accept from people in my life. :mad:
Well, I’ll take your word for it…but my body reacts strangely to medication. For example, I can’t take Ambien – well, I can take it, but instead of putting me to sleep, it gets me wired. Which is good for cleaning the bathroom at 3 a.m., but not so good for it’s supposed prescribed effect, ya know?
