#forced medical treatment

[jordanstrophe]

CW: Forced medical whump, held down, hurt/comfort

Whumpee snapped awake to a hand on their forehead pinning them down. They heard someone mutter in the background “Okay... 3..2..1..” before searing pain broke through their body. 

They cried and grabbed the wrist holding their head down, their mouth running without them, begging “Stop- please stop, STOP IT-”

Someone shushed them softly, but it didn’t stop. Whumpee gripped two of their fingers and tried to pry them off, -which did succeed in getting them to let go of their forehead, as they instead switched to holding whumpee’s hand and letting them squeeze.

“You’re okay, breathe, in and out. We almost got it.” Caretaker’s voice sounded clear, but far away. 

~Got what?~ Whumpee thought to themselves, unable to speak the words. They felt something get ripped from their body as they let out one last desperate scream. The pain quickly faded along with their consciousness as a single tear escaped down the side of their face. A hand quickly wiped it away and touched their cheek.

The last thing they heard was “We’re not losing you today.”

[auschizm]

I'm sorry, but I just don't think jokes about lobotomies are funny. I don't think the deliberate physical destruction of millions of mentally ill and mentally disabled people's brains, often without consent, frequently just to make them easier to manhandle, is a laughing matter. I think it's a humanitarian tragedy

[bonefall]

The more I consider the "Smoky gets Frostpaw sterilized against her will" thing, the more I dislike it even on a thematic level...

This book seems to be trying to put Frostpaw through an arc of learning to trust people. Riverstar magically appears in her dreams to send her to the Park Cats who are meant to teach her this lesson, but... starting and resolving that arc more than halfway through the book was sloppy, and a waste.

Instead of Smoky forcing medical treatment on her in spite of how she tells him point blank "please no," SHE should have called for the human.

A creature that the Clan cats have never trusted, that they have great reason to fear. Caught between dying with her pride like a good warrior and taking a risk on the kindness of an unknowable beast, in spite of all the betrayal, she chooses the chance.

Play it like this; Make it so the reason she becomes chosen by Riverstar at all is because he SEES this glimmer of potential within her, because of this very choice.

Instead of that bizarre opening chapter where he seems to have magically gifted her some kind of spiritual connection as a plot device, INSTEAD make it that they were sadly overseeing the end of her life. That this was her destiny, to die as a young, proud warrior apprentice. To trust no cat, as her mother told her.

But instead, she tricks the wording of the self-fulfilling prophecy Curlfeather told her. It said nothing about trusting a human!

THEN follow it up with teaching her how to trust cats again. But make the road down this character arc be something she truly initiated, instead of the weird bullshit they did with her being mad at Smoky for violating her consent while also exonerating him for "Doing The Right Thing :)"

[compassionatereminders]

I just started reading this book and it's definitely raising a very important critique of psychiatry, even as it's horrific to dive into...

[whatiswhump]

Daily injections, whumpee wished they didn’t flinch. They know they shouldn’t be scared of them, they’ve had much worse.

But each time the skin has to be swabbed with alcohol and that smell fills their nostrils, whumpee freezes up.

[feverdreamsanddelusions]

prompt ask game — drugging and addiction

[tw noncon drugging, drugs, addiction whump, needles, medical whump, emotional whump, psychological whump, bad caretaker, betrayal, horrible coping mechanisms, forced treatment]

25 scenarios and 25 dialogue prompts :) this one is heavy. please proceed with caution.

scenarios

whumpee is sedated because they keep acting out (for the first time)

whumpee is constantly kept sedated because they can't be trusted (it's their new normal)

whumpee is pumped full of every mystery concoction under the sun and they have no idea what any of it is

whumper gets whumpee hooked on something and now whumpee is dependent on them

whumpee is begging to be sedated/given drugs again

whumpee has been rescued once... and then they ran right back because whumper is the only one with the drug that they know

needles/syringes

whumpee is given a paralytic

whumpee is given an aphrodisiac

whumpee is given something painful

whumpee is now out and they need medication as a part of their treatment but they refuse all of it because of their new pill/needle phobia

whumpee is now out and nobody will give them medication because of their past with whumper

the stigma that comes with addiction

nobody is taking whumpee's captivity seriously because how bad could it be to be constantly high

whumpee develops toxicant-induced loss of tolerance

quitting cold turkey

whumpee has been an addict before their kidnapping and now that they're captive... they don't have anything

whumpee going into withdrawal

whumpee has promised they'd quit. they lied

caretaker finds whumpee absolutely wasted

whumpee hates lying to caretaker all the time but they don't know what else to do

whumpee develops an addiction after captivity from the sheer stress of it all

caretaker develops an addiction because of all the responsibilities they now have and all that stress. they're desperately trying to hide it

overdose

rehab feels like another round of captivity

dialogue

"oh, this won't kill you. probably."

"we're testing out something new today."

"it'll just be a pinch."

"you can take this on your own or i can shove it down your throat like a dog."

"what's the fun in it if i tell you what it is?"

"oh, you want this? you have to earn it."

"do you think i care whether you live or die?"

"get the fuck away from me! i'm not taking that!"

"please, i just need a little. i– i need it."

"i don't feel so good..."

"what was in that? what's going to happen to me?"

"oh, fuck... this isn't half bad, actually... maybe you should give me more...?"

"what do you want me to do? i'll do anything. please. i'll do anything for more of that."

"keep that fucking 'medication'/syringe away from me. i'm not doing this again."

"no, please, caretaker, don't let them– don't let them do this to me, please, i can't do it again–"

"i won't touch the stuff again. i promise."

"i... i made a mistake."

"you don't fucking understand! none of you do! you can't live with this shit, not sober at least!"

"no, i– i need the money for something else! it's– it's important, okay? please, it's just this one time. help me out this once."

"whumpee... did you take something?"

"you promised you would quit."

"i can't do this with you anymore. you're... you're just lying to my face all the time. i can't do it."

"i can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped."

"it's me or the [object of addiction]."

"you're killing yourself and i can't stick around to watch it happen."

[good-beanswrites]

If it's okay with you, could you write a drabble about the hypothetical aftermath of Amane getting attacked by Kotoko?

Welp thank you pal for making me absolutely insane with this request 👍 I ran through a few hypotheticals and realized I had to shift some things around since there were so many absolutely tragic outcomes. I worked something out but damn if it didn’t make me emotional to think about how uniquely rough Amane has it. Even making sure she's in a good place at the end, this got pretty serious, so warnings for child abuse and cult references. 

(So in canon, Kotoko goes in order and attacks Fuuta, but Kazui steps in. Then she attacks Mahiru while he’s distracted with his injuries. She’s about to attack Amane, but Mikoto gets in the way (my hc that he did it on purpose survives!). By the time they reach a draw, Kazui is back, and the two of them can prevent Kotoko from any further action against Amane. Sticking to this apparent system of three attacks and one rescue, I’m just shuffling around the injuries for this story. Fuuta’s attack went unnoticed, and he’s in the same state as canon Mahiru. Mikoto steps in before Kotoko can fight Mahiru, so Mappi’s the one who get out physically unscathed. While Mikoto checks on Mahiru, recovers himself, or discovers Fuuta, Kotoko is able to attack Amane next. Kazui comes to help, but not before she leaves Amane looking like canon Fuuta.)

Mahiru could practically feel her heart shatter into a million pieces when Amane finally cried in front of her. She hadn’t shed a single tear yesterday – it was the shock, Shidou said. Mahiru was skeptical. After all, she had been shocked, too, and cried plenty.

Amane woke as she came in with breakfast. She took a moment to survey herself, bandages peeking out from beneath her pajamas and an eyepatch securely over her right eye. As calmly as one might say “good morning,” she started to cry. Mahiru might have missed it, if Amane hadn’t wiped at her good eye with her sleeve.

“Oh, sweetheart…!” Mahiru rushed over to her. “It’s okay, I’m here.” She wanted nothing more than to wrap the girl in a secure embrace, but she remembered the mass of bandages that were around her chest. Shidou had mentioned broken ribs and bruises. It took everything in her not to cry along with Amane, at the thought.

“I can get you another ice pack, if you need. Or more medicine.” Her mind spun with ways to help with pain. Many of the first aid supplies had been used to keep Fuuta from the brink of death, but surely there were extras to spare for Amane. 

The girl just shook her head. 

She muttered, “I can’t… I…I’m going to be punished, I’m going to be punished…”

“No! You’re safe now.” Mahiru placed her hands gently on Amane’s arms. “Kotoko’s not coming back. We’re all watching over you. You’re safe. She’s not going to hurt you anymore.” 

“That’s not…” Amane pulled away. Her voice stayed level, despite hiccups interrupting her. A hand reached up to her eyepatch. “It’s this. It’s all of this. It’s sinful. I took it off last night, but he must have…” She started unwrapping it. “They’re going to punish me...” 

With a careful motion, Mahiru held it in place and took Amane’s hands into her own. She’d been picking up on the signs ever since they arrived here together, and a final wave of understanding washed over her. 

“I can’t let you do that.”

Amane’s expression twisted, though words came out far more frantic than fiery. “Let me go.” 

Mahiru didn’t. “I’m sorry. Amane, you need this treatment.”

“That is not your decision to make. That is not any human’s decision to make.”

Mahiru pressed her lips together. “I know. But I can’t watch as you… I can’t sit by again while someone…” She was careful not to apply any pressure, but she could no longer fight the urge to gather Amane up in her arms. “You don’t need to be afraid of those people, anymore.”

“I’m not afraid.” Amane hiccuped. “They love me, and I love them. I need to be good for them.”

“I love you, and I don’t want to see you in pain.”

“You just pity me because I’m young.”

“Why does your age matter? You are a lovely young woman – you are my friend – and I can’t bear to see you in pain.”

The two sat in silence for a moment. Mahiru doubted she would take that as an answer; Amane had refused to call any of the others her friend. At least she didn’t argue. In fact, it seemed she was leaning into the embrace a bit more. She sighed a shaky breath into Mahiru’s uniform.

“Listen, Amane. Can you do me a favor? I’m trying to be a good girl, too. To make up for something awful, I need to make sure you’re alright. Can you help me? Can we be good together?”

A long pause followed. Amane’s voice spoke up, ever so gently.

“I suppose I can consider it.” She added quickly, “for the sake of your redemption. Of course.”

“Of course.”

[forcebookish]

had to stop taking the new adhd medication but the good news is i can drink coffee and iced tea again

[only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are]

Redwood Pyschiatric Institute - Part 6

MASTERLIST - PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5

CWs: mention of ECT, mental hospital whump, mental health gaslighting, force used against patient (electric shock baton), forced psychiatric care

Matthew Cooper pulled up in front of a small house on the end of the street, pulling out his phone to send a quick text that read 'I'm here.'

On the screen were a series of previous, unanswered and unread messages he had sent to his friend Rowan.

'Hey Rowan. Just checking in.'

'Rowan, it's me. What's up bud?'

'Where are you?'

'PICK UP ROWAN'

'Fine. If you won't talk to me, I'm not going to try anymore'

Then, from today. 'Rowan, I'm coming over.'

Matt sighed as he dropped his phone into his pocket and clambered out of the car. He walked up to the front door, and rang the doorbell. He waited a moment, and when there was no answer, he rapped on the door with his knuckles. Still, nothing. The whole house seemed to be silent and still. He pressed his face to the one of the windows, attempting to peer through.

"Rowan!" He called.

No answer.

"Crap." Matt murmured. "Where the hell are you.."

He strode around the back of the house, searching for any signs of life from his friend. Finally, he spotted a back door, slightly ajar. It struck Mathew as strange. Rowan was not a careless person - in fact, quite the opposite, he could be rather paranoid, in Mathew's opinion. So it was completly out of the ordinary for his friend to leave a door unlocked, and Mathew also had no idea how long it had been open or if Rowan was even in the house still.

Cautiously, Matthew entered through the door, calling Rowan's name as he went. There were no traces of recent life - everything was put away neatly as Mathew would expect of Rowan, until he reached his friend's bedroom. This room was a mess - papers were scattered everywhere, on the bed, on the floor, on the desk.. Rowan's laptop was also still there, but Mathew wasn't keen to go trying to break into that. He pick up a paper sitting on the desk, and scanned through it. It was a newspaper article.

'Redwood Asylum patients claim gross mistreatment'.  The headline read. The article was dated 1964. The next article, from 1970, announced the closing-down of the Institute. The outdated facility had claimed around 1000 lives by the time of its closure, almost a hundred years since it opened.

All the other papers and articles were about the institute, why puzzled Mathew further. Why was Rowan so obssessed with this place? And more importantly, where was Rowan?

Mathew did a quick google of the place, finding that it had since been reopened and claimed to now be running as a more modern psychiatric hospital. Matthew was all out of options - his only remaining option was right in front of him. He hit the phone number listed on the web page, drew a deep breath, and hit the call button.

"Hello, you've reached Redwood Psychiatric Institute. You're speaking to Carol, how can I help you?"

"Uh, hi Carol, my name's Mathew Cooper. I was wondering if you recently had a visitor by the name of Rowan Murdock?"

"I'm sorry but we can't disclose information on our visitors. We have, however, got a patient by that name. There's a note on his file saying he can't have visitors, are you family?"

"Oh, uh.. no, I'm a long-time friend of his though. I was just wondering if I could get some more information on what happened." Mathew stammered, shocked at the news. Rowan was a patient?

"I can arrange for you to meet his doctor, in that case. Doctor Wilson. I'm sure he'd be willing to discuss Rowan's - well, yes. Rowan's recent weeks with us."

Mathew arranged a time for the meeting and then hung up the phone. He began to head out the room, when he turned back, picked up one of the articles on the psychiatric institute, and then continued on his way out of the house.

------

"Mathew Cooper, I'm here to talk to Doctor Wilson." Matthew announced to the woman at the front desk.

"Sign here, and then take this visitor pass, and it'll be the third door on your left." She smiled, a friendly but tired, 'I've been here all day and I'm just trying to be friendly to you but I could care less' kind of smile.

"Thanks." Mathew smiled back as he followed her instructions and then headed down the hall.

Inside the office, the doctor sat behind the desk, looking comfortable but composed.

"Hello Mathew, take a seat. My name is Doctor Wilson." The doctor smiled from behind his glasses.

Mathew sat in the chair across from the doctor, and extended his hand to the doctor, who took it and shook it firmly.

"Thank you for coming, Mathew."  Doctor Wilson greeted. "I understand these circumstances must be.. rather confusing, and I appreciate your willingness to discuss this in person."

"Thank you for meeting with me, Doctor Wilson. I understand you must be very busy." Mathew acknowledged.

"Indeed. Now, allow us to get right into it. Now, when did you last see your friend?" The doctor asked.

"Well, I must have seen him last a few weeks ago." Mathew answered.

"I see. Well, he came here as a voluntary self-admission on September 13th. He was incredibly unstable, and we immediately began his treatment. When we admitted him, we looked into his medical records and his personal records. Now, while I'm afraid I have some hard news to digest, there is no other way to say this - his name isn't Rowan Murdock. His real name is James Lawton."

"What- you mean, he's been lying to me this whole time about who he is?"

"No, not at all. James is a very mentally ill young man, not a pathological liar. We discovered symptoms of schizophrenia throughout the last few years of his life, but it was not yet diagnosed or treated. It has just since accumulated and worsened. He has been in dire need of treatment for years, but when he came to us, he was at the height of a schizophrenic breakdown, believing he was Rowan Murdock, a profilic journalist investigating the asylum before deciding to admit himself.  We've been treating him with medications and ECT. He has been doing better the last few weeks, however,  we are worried that a visit with you, an old friend of 'Rowan's may cause another setback." The doctor sighed.

"Oh..." Mathew's heart sank at the explanation. He couldn't comprehend the whole story, it was not anything he could have imagined. Of course, he had accepted there was some horrible series of events that had led to Rowan- or, James - being here, but not like this. "I.. I'll do anything you need, I'll say anything, I just- I need to see him, I need to talk to him."

"Alright, I'll arrange a visit." Doctor Wilson conceded. "But you mustn't encourage any of his delusions relating to 'Rowan Murdock'."

"Understood, Doctor. Thank you very much."

------

"James, I have a visitor for you." Doctor Wilson stood in the doorway, ushering Matt ahead of him.

Matt entered the room hesitantly, his eyes scanning around until they landed on a small figure, hunched up in white in the corner of the small room.

"James?"

The figure Matt had once known as Rowan did not acknowledge the presence of anyone in the room. He simply muttered something under his breath.

"James. I've brought you a visitor." Doctor Wilson repeated, mild annoyance already in his voice as he approached James and bent down, waving at his patient to try and gain his attention.

James blinked, several times, slow and sluggish, as if drawing himself out of a trance. He glanced around the room, eyes landing eventually on Mathew.

"Who.. whoareyouu-" James slurred softly, as Doctor Wilson grasped him by the arm and helped him onto his feet, bringing him over to the small bed in the centre of the room.

"He's on a lot of medication right now. He may be suffering some short-term memory loss right now, so remember that this will pass. Just remind him who you are." Doctor Wilson said to Mathew.

Mathew nodded and approached the bed, kneeling in front of his old friend. Rowa- James, he reminded himself, looked pale, and his usually-thin frame looked even thinner than usual, or maybe that was the ill-fitting hospital gown. The circles under his eyes were dark, and his face was pinched and gaunt.

"Hey, James. It's me, your old friend Mathew." He said softly, reaching out a hand.

James didn't take the hand, instead, he sat there, staring blankly at it as Matt continued talking.

"We've known each other since university. You used to come and 'study' at my house. I'd steal your notes, and then we'd play video games together until 3am, even if we had class the next morning at 9." Mathew chuckled slightly at the memory, his heart aching a little to see his friend of five years in this situation. They'd been very close through university, but in the last two years they'd drifted apart slightly as both adjusted to their adult lives. Still, he cared for his friend.

Matt drew himself out of his own thoughts and looked up to see James staring at him with an.. odd expression.

"James, are you alright?" Matthew asked gently.

"That's.. not my name." James said flatly.

Shit.. He'd triggered James. His friend began to cry - no, more like tears were slipping down from expressionless eyes.

James suddenly stood and lunged at Mathew, knocking him to the ground as he began to scream at Matt.

"HELP!"James screamed as he shook his friend. "THEY'RE TORTURING ME, LET ME OUT YOU HAVE TO LET ME OUTYOUHAVETOYOUHAVETOYOUHAVETO-"

Mathew was so shocked, he couldn't react. James screamed himself hoarse until suddenly, he gave a suprised shout, and collapsed onto his back, convulsing in agony at the hands of orderlies who had appeared in the room.

"Are you alright?" Doctor Wilson asked as he extended a hand and helped Mathew to his feet, pulling him away as the orderlies descended upon James' form, brandishing a syringe. Quickly, Doctor Wilson escorted Mathew out of the room, away from James' dreaful shrieking protests.

They returned to the doctor's office, where Wilson handed Mathew a glass of water. Matt graciously accepted it, ignoring the odd drop spilling out from how badly his hands shook. He downed the glass, wiped his face, and finally spoke. "What- what will happen now?"

"We will have to change his medication, and I'm going to perscribe another course of ECT." The doctor replied, calm but with a hint of frustration.

Mathew realised that clearly, James' treatment had been quite a difficult process that was now far from over.

"Shock therapy?" he asked.

"While that is the outdated term for it.. yes. It is now quite safe, and often used in quite severe cases of mental illness. Clearly, his schizophrenic hallucinations and paranoia are not yet treated. We will have to increase our efforts to stop these delusions that he is being trapped here."

"Will I be able to return and visit him again, Doctor?"

"Maybe after the next round of ECT. Thank you for coming, Mathew."

As Mathew drove away from the Redwood hospital, he wondered what fate he was leaving his friend to.

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[chubbychiquita]

Any thoughts on the Ozempic weight loss discourse? Seems like it might be a "cure" for obesity, although obviously there have been previous Miracle Drugs that amounted to nothing. If anything, it might make being a feedist even more deviant if the US obesity rate actually meaningfully declines from this

cw: disordered eating, medical fatphobia

my doctor offered to put me on ozempic for my pcos but the packet of potential side effects was insane, especially for ppl who already struggle with weight related illnesses 😰 it makes me so sad that ppl are using diabetes medication to synthetically reduce their appetites, several of the women in my family took fen phen in the nineties and one nearly died 😥 depending on the long term efficacy, safety, and accessibility, i wouldn't be surprised if it made being visibly overweight more frowned upon though :/

[spoonietimelordy]

Like just so we're clear because that's my limite: if you think that people who don't want to be pathologised are fascist, just block me. Like block me right now. Those newly diagnosed autistic people who claim that, have visibly never interacted with non-audhd neurodivergent people and it's clear. You don't have to be high functioning to not identify with the pathology framework, just look at the madpride mouvement for god sake.

[auschizm]

I’m confused about something. I don’t mean to be mean, but I don’t understand. How do doctors force people to take meds? Why would someone continue to take a med that they don’t like the effects of? When a doctor starts me on a new med and it makes things worse, I stop taking it. Do doctors have some way to enforce that I put a pill into my mouth every day? How do they even know if I have? No doctor has ever tried to prove that I was or wasn’t taking any med. I do inform them that I stopped taking the med that had bad side effects and they always seem to approve of that. Is that not how it usually works? I know doctors can be awful so I’m definitely not saying that being forced to take a med isn’t possible but is that common? Should I be worried about something bad happening from me telling a doctor that I stopped taking a med they gave me? I really hope this comes across as genuine curiosity!

Various ways doctors might force medication (in this context mainly antipsychotics) on people include:

Dismissing and invalidating your concerns/negative experience with the meds. ("If you don't think these meds are helping you're wrong/too sick to know what you need.")

Restricting treatment based on your refusal to take meds. ("If you don't agree to take these meds I won't continue treating you/I'll refuse to refer you to further treatment elsewhere.")

Threatening hospitalization. ("If you don't take these meds I'll be forced to hospitalize you.")

Making discharge conditional based on you taking the meds. ("I won't discharge you before you agree to take these meds.")

Physically forcing meds on you while inpatient. ("If you refuse to take these meds, we will forcibly inject them.")

Threatening further forced hospitalization if you stop taking the meds. ("If you stop taking these meds/don't show up for scheduled injections, I will forcibly hospitalize you again.")

Getting a court order mandating you to continue taking the meds as part of your parole.

Not all doctors use these strategies, but it does happen to a concerning amount of psychosis spec people.

[ink-asunder]

Having demand avoidance in a medical setting is literally hell. Like, patient autonomy is already absolute ass. It's only made worse when doctors CONSISTENTLY tell you what to do and act like you HAVE to do it instead of consulting with you first like normal fucking people.

[compassionatereminders]

I know you haven't been reading so much lately with everything happening, but what's the book you remember enjoying the most recently/in the last half a year?

This one blew my mind wide open!

[the-lady-maddy]

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[feverdreamsanddelusions]

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[tw forced treatment, medical whump, morally dubious caretaker]

"I... I can't be here anymore, you don't understand."

Caretaker sighed. "Whumpee... What does that even mean? Come on."

"No– no, you can't keep me here forever. I can't be here anymore. I have obligations, I have work, you don't understand–"

"I understand very well." They pushed Whumpee back down onto the bed, in a gentle but firm manner. When Whumpee tried to sit up again, Caretaker effortlessly kept them pinned down with a hand on their chest. Whumpee was no match to them, not in their current state. "You think I should let you work yourself into an early grave. It's not that I don't understand — I'm not fucking stupid. It's that I refuse to do that."

"This is not life or death." Whumpee grabbed onto their wrist and tried to shove their hand away, but even that seemed like something out of reach. That should've been enough of a wake up call on its own.

Caretaker leaned down, lowering their voice so the others in the next room over wouldn't be able to hear them. "You know what? Your opinion hardly matters here. I think it's life or death, which means I'm going to do everything to keep you here until you're better. Do you want to spend the rest of your days in recovery chained to the bed?"

Whumpee's eyes widened. "You wouldn't. They wouldn't let you."

"The others? They trust my medical judgement, don't you worry about that."

"Not to this extent."

"How much are you willing to bet on it?"

The fear in Whumpee's eyes that gradually gave way to begrudging resignation was all the answer Caretaker needed. But they did appreciate Whumpee affirming it verbally. "Fine. I'll... give it a couple more days. But that's it."

Caretaker lifted their hand and gave them a pleased smile. "Of course. Just a couple more days."