I, Janet Cattier, am reporting on the behalf of a mother whose daughter is on Carbamazapine, Quietapine, Clonazapine and paroxetine.

     Since the doctor has increased the dose of carbamazepine from 200mg too 400mg this poor mother's daughter has become confused, cant do anything, and cant go out anymore.   To think they might up the dose to a 1000mg!  I this dose this will kill the person  concerned...

     I am certain the doctors and social workers concerned don't have any idea what they are prescribing and how that some patients might have an intolerance to foods and substances as discovered, after years of suffering under the doctors in my poor brother's case.  He had written about his suffering on his website:   www.newtomedicalscience.org

     My 90 year old grandmother was given stelazine by her Loughton GP and it made her go crazy, seeing granddad; singing and dancing the old time songs, and accusing us of stealing her handbag. Her eldest son, my uncle Henry, told her Gp off for giving such a strong drug to an old lady!  Nanny returned to normal after stopping the drug. What protection is there from these bad bad doctors and social workers al; getting good money off the taxpayer!

Decet vulputate nulla roto

                   Madness caused by Stelazine and then Limbitrol

Schizophrenia was misdiagnosed in Stephen.  He previously had a breakdown by over working. He did voluntary work trying to help people: using his car to get sick peoples' prescriptions; mending cars; courting a beauty, Vicky. The only person who knew Stephen was over doing things was his sister, Janet.

‘Something is happening to you. You must slow down!.’ Janet could see that her brother had looked anxious and tired. She did not like the 'look of things’.

Sure enough, a few days later he had been admitted to Claybury psychiatric hospital. Stephen had gone to the family GP Dr Hayland complaining of  pains and tiredness. That doctor had given Stephen drugs  for schizophrenia, which made him worse.  Stephen had been put on a stretcher and carted away by ambulance.

Their parents had been told not to visit Brian for three weeks, but Janet went to see her brother regardless. As she entered that dark rambling hospital, a sense of foreboding overwhelmed her. The place appeared desserted. After wandering awhile though the winding corridors she came across a large room with high sashed windows. A coal fire was burning in the spacious fireplace to her left. To her consternation she saw  Stephen on the floor by a long wooden table. His wheel chair was on its side with her dear brother in it.

Janet looked around the large deserted room and spied a patient in a scruffy tweed suit by the entrance staring at Stephen.

‘Can you tell me where the nurses are?’ Janet spoke slowly so that the patient understood her. The bulging eyed sad man had a pink bow tying up his greying frizzled shoulder length hair.  Without a word the patient made a quick exit. Two nurses then entered the room to see to Stephen. 

A few weeks later, Janet was invited with her parents to see the top psychiatrist of Claybury hospital.  To her horror Janet saw that he was none other than the ‘patient’ with the pink bow who had been staring at her poor brother on the floor in his wheel chair.  Dr Klasnic was now clean shaven with short back and sids, but was still recognizable by his bulging eyes.