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I was force fed Ritalin in kindergarten
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I was force fed Ritalin in kindergarten

In kindergarten, I would protest. A lot. I wouldn't do any work, listen to anything the teachers said, or follow any instructions. One day, the teacher asked me to work on some project where you were arranging paper coins on a paper strip by value. So the left would be the penny, next left the nickel, etc.

"No," I said blankly.
The teacher squatted so that she was at the same eye level as I was.
"The, you have to do this or else you wont be able to go to the first grade. Don't you wanna be with your friends next year?"
"They're not my friends, and no."
She told me to sit down and that she was calling the nurse to come calm me down.
"Hi, I have a child who's throwing a temper tantrum, and I cant seem to control him. Can you come down because I think he might endanger the other students."
She said this as I was sitting quietly at the table with my hands folded.

The nurse came to my classroom and took my arm.
"We're going to my office," she said sternly.
"No, I don't want to," I replied as I struggled to get my arm out of her grip.
The teacher grabbed me by the other arm and her and the nurse lifted me up and took me to her office. I was quiet up to this point, but now I was violently kicking and screaming.
"PUT ME DOWN!" I remember shouting, "I WANT TO GO HOME!"

When we got to the office, there were two police officers standing outside the door. They had the tasers and batons and everything. When the two women lifting me put me on the bed in the office, the cops held me down. I squirmed and yelled for help with no avail. My teacher left and the nurse prepared a cup of water and a pill that ill never forget. It was round, yellow and imprinted with CIBA one one side and 7 on the other. She came over to me and showed me the pill.

"Swallow this," she said.
"NO!" I screamed as I continued to squirm.
"Either way, you're gonna swallow it. Do you want us to make you or will you be a big boy and take it yourself?"
"I'M NOT SWALLOWING IT!"

The officers held down my arms and legs and squeezed tightly. The nurse held my head down and pried open my jaw. Her palm was on my forehead and her fingers were in my mouth.

"Get ready to catch the medicine," she said before she dropped the pill in my mouth. I caught it on my tongue. I tried to spit it out, but my mouth was wide open. I ended up just moving my tongue around.

The nurse held up the cup of water and I stared straight up at the bottom of it.

"I'm going to pour the water into your mouth. If you don't swallow the water and the medicine, then you're going to choke. It won't be my problem. Please, swallow the medicine."

She poured the water into my mouth and I swallowed the pill. Her and the officers let go of me and my arms, legs and head were so sore that I couldn't even move them. Instead of screaming and protesting like I usually did, I layed there and cried. She thanked the cops and they left the room.

"Rest there until you think you're ready to go back to class," she said as I was weeping.


Turns out, that pill she gave me was Ritalin, and the school district ordered that I be prescribed to it. Weeks went by since then and I was more compliant than ever. My parents and the school loved it. The first week I was on those same yellow pills that the nurse gave me (5mg) next week was pale green tablets with 3 instead of 7 and cuts in the pill above and below the 3 (10mg). Then, a few weeks later, I was on a white pill with CIBA 16 in black on one side. The pill was white (SR 20mg).

A month or so later, the bottle ran out. When I got up in the morning to take my morning dose i saw it was empty. I freaked out. I threw the biggest temper tantrum I can remember myself throwing. I broke things, threw things, hit my brother and sister and parents, screamed uncontrollably, everything. "I WANT MORE MEDICINE!" I shouted.

My mom and dad refilled my prescription, gave me a dose, then took me to a doctor. They found out I was addicted. My dose was slightly lowered each week, I had to skip school for awhile so I could have fun in my free time, and after what felt like forever my addiction was cured.

Then I went back to kindergarten for the rest of the year, kept protesting, and then O stayed back.

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