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100%. The internal medicine doctors make an absolute killing off of the feeble minded on Medicaid and Medicare. These people are absolute cash cows for the big pharma drug pushers. I know this for a fact. I have spent the last decade + working with people with intellectual disabilities. There people are especially targeted. It’s nothing to see these guys with 20-30 medications. They will prescribe them every possible thing they can if they don’t have a vigilant guardian overseeing the situation. Because otherwise they just have an incompetent group home that is basically obligated to do everything they say as the medical professional. People think because mental institutions are largely gone they aren’t still drugging the shit out of these people… It’s insane really. Now of course some people are all kinds of fucked up and need this but I strongly believe there is an abuse in the situation as a whole. I have several clients that can barely keep their head up and finish a sentence before they are asleep and drooling on themselves. It’s a very sad existence.

my mom was prescribed with buspar by her doctor because according to her she has anxiety and after the first dose she threw the bottle away because it made her feel more anxious.so she rather deal with the issues the hard way (lack of sleep and constant body pain) than to be drugged up all day.

yes they are poisoning the elderly with shit

This. I did that routine, except it was later in my 20s. I just had OCD and next thing you know I'm doing the antidepressant dance. I ended up on some combination of all of them, usually 3 at a time. Fucked me up beyond belief, I probably lost 10 years of quality existence from that shit. There's no question it fucked me up permanently.

I've seen it first hand. My great grandmother lived with us the last 15 years of her life, died at 94 in my family home. The last eight years she had severe dementia, like up wandering around the house at three AM calling me her son's name and pleading that I take her home. Like, granny you are home and I ain't Timmy. My father was a doctor, so she was in good hands. She actually was sort of euthanized by way of morphine overdose.

Oh they fuck, just not about the patient. When that sexy little drug rep comes bringing lunch for the office, from the best restaurants in town, pitching a deal about scheduled bonuses based on how many scripts they write those doctors definitely give a fuck about that. Perks of the job, all the literature says it's safe and effective, plus you get a customer that's never satisfied and still gives you their business.