Dead Wrong: How Psychiatric Drugs Can Kill Your Child Page #6

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to where she'd fidget in her seat

and the school would call and say,

"Shaina's not paying attention

again, she's out of her seat."

- Up the dose.

- Up the dose, up the dose.

February 26th 2001, I

received a phone call

from the school nurse

at exactly ten o'clock

and said Shaina had taken

a fall in the library

and immediately went

to school to get her.

Took her to the doctor. I was

only a few feet away from her,

signed her name on a

clipboard. I turned back

and she's having a grand mal seizure.

I picked her up in my arms and I screamed

for the doctor and the doctor said,

"Vicky, lay her on the floor."

I immediately laid her on the floor

but I kept her head right here and

I kept massaging her head and said,

"Mommy's right here, Sissie,"

"I'm not gonna leave you."

And I looked into her deep brown eyes

and the last vision I

see was my daughter dying

and there was nothing that

I could do to help her.

And I didn't know at the time,

does she know I didn't know?

Did she know that I couldn't help her?

What was going through her mind

while I'm watching her die?

And I have no idea, the

answers will never be there.

But I keep looking back and thinking,

I did what was best,

what I thought was best at the time,

even though it turned out to be deadly.

And I buried my child. I'm not to blame.

A week before Shaina died

I took her with agitation, low

urinary output and weight gain,

which were three red signs.

And I took them to the psychiatrist

and I said, "This is what's happening."

And he told me that I was an

overprotective, paranoid mother

and what I was seeing

were not side effects.

And I look back now and that whole

week she was dying and we didn't know.

And they told us that even if they

would have done something different

we still couldn't have saved her.

She had too much in her system

and she was dying little by little.

So when, when I say even if

you would have noticed anything,

they wouldn't have paid attention.

They chose just to ignore me.

The psychiatrist, the

pharmaceutical industry,

they're the people that I need to blame

and hold accountable for what happened.

And I look at it now and I just wish

I could turn back the hands of time

and never put her on the medication,

never believed in the professionals,

did everything in my life differently.

But I can't do that.

All I can do is go forth

now and talk to people,

express the concern,

reach my hand out and touch every

life and hope it makes a difference.

I had no idea that psychiatric drugs

could create so many horrible

side effects in so many people.

An estimated 42,000 deaths every year,

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