ANTIDEPRESSANTS: Violence: Man demands bus refund at knifepoint: New Zealand

Paragraph 12 reads: “Mr Henderson said Te Iwimate had mental health
issues, was on anti-depressants and an anti-psychotic injection which he
received on Tuesday. ”

By FELICITY ROSS – Taranaki Daily News
Last updated 05:00 15/04/2010

ROBERT CHARLES/Taranaki Daily News

Police arrested a man about 30 minutes after he allegedly robbed a woman
at knifepoint in the centre of New Plymouth yesterday.
Mohi Te Kupu Te Iwimate, 38, unemployed, of Palmerston North, was charged
with aggravated robbery and appeared in the New Plymouth District Court
yesterday afternoon.
Te Iwimate allegedly entered the bus station on Ariki St just after 8am
yesterday morning and asked the victim for a refund on a bus ticket.
When she refused to give him the refund Te Iwimate allegedly pulled out a
knife and robbed her of $25.
The scene at the Ariki St bus station was cordoned off as police began
forensic tests.
The victim, who has been offered victim support, declined to speak to the
Taranaki Daily News about the ordeal.
She works for Dalroy Tours at the bus station, which is guarded by two
surveillance cameras.
Detective Senior Sergeant Grant Coward said the knife and money had been
recovered by police.
“The gentleman was disputing a refund of a bus ticket and when he was
declined, pulled out a knife and started brandishing it around. He threatened
the attendant and demanded his money.”
During Te Iwimate’s appearance in court, lawyer Barry Henderson said his
client had given a full and frank admission to police.
He was remanded in custody by consent.
Mr Henderson said Te Iwimate had mental health issues, was on
anti-depressants and an anti-psychotic injection which he received on Tuesday.
He asked for a psychiatric evaluation to be done on the man.
Te Iwimate was remanded in custody without plea and will reappear in court
on May 6.

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Suicidal on Prozac.

“…an incredible journey into another world.”


I am another in a long line of Prozac victims. For most of my life I’ve suffered from bouts of depression. After teaching in the public schools for nearly twenty years, I requested Prozac to help with my increasing depression. The following months began an incredible journey into another world.

At first I noticed that my self-confidence was growing. Even in my dreams (which were often fearful and involved my being in overwhelming situations) I began to gain confidence. I remember that in one dream instead of running away in fear, I stood my ground and fought my aggressor. This was an unheard of event! As one who has been given the gift of music but a paralyzing fear of being imperfect thrown in, I began to have the confidence to perform before others and finally get some affirmation.

As you might guess, if the story ended there, all would have been well. However, eventually I began to drink heavily, become very aggressive , and start to behave in ways that were also new to me. I struggled in other areas too personal to mention here in my personal life. Eventually, I saw clearly that my life was a curse to all concerned. One hears that the person who attempts suicide must be a real coward who cares only about himself. On the contrary, I knew that my continued existence was a threat to everyone I cared about. The most loving thing I could do was to end my life before I took others down with me.

I wrote the usual note saying good-by and tried to overdose on everything I could find. I swallowed all the Prozac I had, Benadryl, ….whatever I could find. I went to bed knowing that I was doing the right thing. When I survived and was brought to in the hospital, I was furious at those who had saved me. Learning that my survival was a miracle was not met by me with rejoicing. It took a while for my anger to subside.

At the ward they took me off all medication and watched me carefully. As days passed, it all began to look like a bad dream and I couldn’t imagine why I had attempted suicide. I swore to all it would never happen again. I was eventually dismissed, sent home, and again prescribed an antidepressant. This one was Effexor. Within one year the whole series of events repeated itself and I attempted suicide again…and failed. This attempt was strange. I had had a wonderful day but had ended it with a disagreement with my son. Without so much of a second thought, I was swallowing pills to kill myself!

Obviously, after my survival the psychiatrists still didn’t consider the fact that although I had been depressed most of my life I had never attempted suicide until I was put on these new antidepressants. I went back on Prozac this time. However, I was beginning to get a feeling on my own that the medication might be the cause. However, to stop and face depression with nothing was frightening. I decided to cut my dosage from 20 mg to 10 mg a day. This small drop seemed to help immensely. I just never told the doctors. Still with even 10 mg I could become furious easily. I just didn’t totally lose it.

Then I discovered you on the internet and found out about all the other people like me. Last week I stopped the Prozac and began taking ST. John’s Wort instead. I don’t know what the future holds. Perhaps, I’ll continue with the herbs. Maybe not. I don’t like taking anything, but from what I’ve learned on the web, SJW doesn’t affect a person like Prozac. I guess I will eventually find out, won’t I?

Well, that is my very condensed story. I have decided to order your book if for no other reason than to reinforce my decision not to return to Prozac.

Thank you for coming out like you have against the drug companies and helping those of us who have been so misled. I hope my story ends happily.


Years 2000 and Prior

This is Survivor Story number 84.
Total number of stories in current database is 96

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