MEDICATION: Finally The Answers in 4 Year Old Ethan Stacy’s Murder

Nathan Sloop

Nathan Sloop

Nathan Sloop, step-father to Ethan Stacy, 4, (below) pleaded guilty but mentally ill Tuesday to aggravated murder in the boy’s death. In exchange for his plea, prosecutors will not seek the death penalty against him.

Little Ethan

Ethan Stacy, 4

Ethan Stacy, 4, died in May of 2010, just days after he arrived in Utah to visit his mother for the summer. Within only a few days, prosecutors believe the boy was severely abused, scalded, beaten, over medicated and was not given the medical care that he needed. When found his body had been disfigured with a hammer and the shallow grave it was in had been sprinkled with dog food. The boy had been burned over 17 percent of his body.

Almost four years later the answer I have suspected since Ethan’s death in May of 2008 has come out in court today. His step-father was on a number of prescribed medications for “mental illness” and even was prescribed as much as 4000 pain pills in a nine month period. Today he pleaded guilty, but mentally ill. As I have said before the answers may not come quickly, but if you hang on eventually they surface.

Nathan Sloop was once an All-American academic Lacrosse player whose mental illness “sent him off the tracks” according to his attorney. I would propose that it was not mental illness that sent him off the tracks, but the drugs he was given that produced the mental illness and additionally sent him off the tracks. His attorney went on to say , “The capacity of the defendant to appreciate the wrongfulness of his conduct was impaired as a result of a medical condition,” and added that he felt his client’s illness was “mistreated.” And whenever you hear that mentioned that is translated as “my client was not suffering depression, but instead was undiagnosed Bipolar and antidepressants should not have been given to someone who has tendencies for Bipolar.” The attorneys use that as a defense because that is what the doctors, who caused this nightmare for this family in the first place, have used to explain why these things are the fault of the patient, and certainly NOT the wonderful medications they have prescribed for the patient!

Ethan’s mother Stephanie Sloop is also charged with the murder and will be in court next week. Nathan and Stephanie Sloop got married on May 6, but left Ethan at home alone because they didn’t want anyone to notice his bruises and swelling. Ethan died two days later.

Nathan Sloop faced additional charges in an unrelated case in December after he attacked a deputy at the Davis County Jail. In the Nov. 21 incident, Sloop punched the officer while trying to gouge his eyes out and biting his thumb.

Please note that we have long seen cases of the gouging out of eyes and more especially biting associated with the use of antidepressants. See our database of cases for similar antidepressant cases at www.ssristories.drugawareness.org

To understand the science behind how antidepressants produce such violence please read my 2004 presentation on antidepressants to the FDA Advisory Committee: http://www.drugawareness.org/fda-testimony/dr-ann-blake-tracys-september-13-2004-to-the-fda

Original Articles: http://www.deseretnews.com/article/865595638/Nathan-Sloop-pleads-guilty-but-mentally-ill-to-brutal-death-of-4-year-old-stepson.html?pg=all

http://www.ksl.com/index.php?sid=28605924&nid=148&title=nathan-sloop-admits-to-death-of-stepson

Ann Blake Tracy, Executive Director,
International Coalition for Drug Awareness
www.drugawareness.org & http://ssristories.drugawareness.org
Author: ”Prozac: Panacea or Pandora? – Our Serotonin Nightmare – The Complete Truth of the Full Impact of Antidepressants Upon Us & Our World” & Withdrawal CD “Help! I Can’t Get Off My Antidepressant!”

WITHDRAWAL WARNING: In sharing this information about adverse reactions to antidepressants I always recommend that you also give reference to my CD on safe withdrawal, Help! I Can’t Get Off My Antidepressant!, so that we do not have more people dropping off these drugs too quickly – a move which I have warned from the beginning can be even more dangerous than staying on the drugs!

The FDA also now warns that any abrupt change in dose of an antidepressant can produce suicide, hostility or psychosis. These reactions can either come on very rapidly or even be delayed for months depending upon the adverse effects upon sleep patterns when the withdrawal is rapid! You can find the hour and a half long CD on safe and effective withdrawal helps here: http://store.drugawareness.org/

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A 17-Year Old’s Story on Prozac, Paxil, Effexor and Wellbutrin

“I saw electricity around everything–it looked like electricity was going around the air and around my room”

 

Hi. I’m 17 years old… Over the years, since I was about 14, I’ve been on (and quit) Prozac, Lithium (which I didn’t even need), Paxil (which I tried to kill myself for the first time–on about the 2nd day I was prescribed it), Effexor, and Wellbutrin… This story is about Wellbutrin, and how awful my experience with it was.

I was 16, and about April last year I decided (well, mainly my boyfriend of the time decided) I should go on the Depo-Provera birth control shot, which was the worst decision possible. I had depression problems before, but not NEARLY as bad as what I experienced on the shot. I had never had anxiety problems or scary as hell anxiety/panic attacks before, until the shot. After going through the worst torture all summer ever imaginable (the shot’s evil effects, bastard boyfriend’s cheating and breakup without even letting me KNOW! until I went back to SCHOOL, and + parent’s divorce), I decided to go on Wellbutrin. At first, I felt a lot better. I didn’t care about my boyfriend’s disappearance and decided to make my own life over without him. I was a lot happier, despite the worsening of my anxiety attacks (which I thought was strange, since my doctor said the Wellbutrin would help STOP my anxiety…..) . I was just glad to not be depressed anymore, so I never second-guessed the Wellbutrin. Obviously, smoking cigarettes hindered the effect of it after a while, so I needed a higher dose…eventually 400 mg a day. 400!!! That’s ALOT……..

I tried to quit smoking one day. It seemed like the medicine started working better, but within a few days I had an extremely schizo moment (which I had some schizo-effects from Wellbutrin before, but tried to ignore- like feeling like everyone was staring at every little movement I did–even my BREATHING, feeling spaced out as hell, breathing problems, farther from reality each day) . That night, I started feeling really great. After I while, I started wondering why I felt soooo euphoric– my music sounded sharper than ever and I was extremely energetic. Soon, I started TRIPPING OUT–it turned into something like a heavy bad-acid trip. I started getting an awful headache and felt like I was about to have seizures (which, I might add, I had once from Wellbutrin). I felt completely flipped out, like I lost my mind. I started going schizo–I was scared to death. I saw electricity around everything–it looked like electricity was going around the air and around my room. I was up all night. I was actually scared of the dark because I was so messed up–I had to turn my music back on because of the horrifying sound of BUGS crawling everywhere. So, after that freak out, I lowered my dose MYSELF, since I knew it would be worthless to talk to my doctor about it. I then had a seizure about a month later, so needless to say, I quit the Wellbutrin. Hopefully, nobody else will have to ever go through an experience like this.

3/12/2002

This is Survivor Story number 40.
Total number of stories in current database is 48

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Prozac killed my "Lawman of the Year Brother"

“When will this “madness stop?”

 

I just laid my ‘stable brother’ to rest after he killed himself from the torture of listening to “the voices” in his head. He called me from a 3 day trip (Arizona) across the U.S. after working up until then with no visible side effects just days (daze) before. As fate would have it he was only on Prozac for 8 months. A short 4 days later and my brother Douglas was dead in Kansas from his own gun. Here we and His wife sit numb in our hometown in Washington state. He tried to explain and felt so guilty but couldn’t take it any more. This man saved a woman from a Prozac overdose just 3 months ago and she was at my parents trying to comfort them last week. When will this “madness stop”??????????? Doug was only a loner that wanted to feel more “normal”. I am an outgoing salesman and I always wanted to be more normal too (not such a bigmouth). Let me tell you that it pays to talk about ones own feelings of inadequacy and believe others when they nurture you and vice-versa. Nobody is who they really want to be and that is OK. I know I will be more tolerant of others from now on as they have been with me. We planned on crusading against Prozac from the time we “heard” the sad news and are glad to have found this site. Thank you for this.

Steve R.
steverhasit@hotmail.com

 

12/8/2001

This is Survivor Story number 31.
Total number of stories in current database is 34

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A Cipramil [Celexa] Survivor

“I have lost all contact with my body.”

 

Dear Ann Blake-Tracy and The International Coalition for Drug Awareness

I write to you from Norway, Europe. I am a 52 year old woman, and I want to tell my story about severe adverse reactions to a SSRI drug called Cipramil (Celexa) manufactured in Denmark by a company called Lundbeck.

On the 15th of April 1997 I took my first Cipramil (Celexa) pill. Six days later I had to quit (in agreement with my doctor). During these days I experienced the most terrible kind of “electric surges” throughout my body. It was as if my head was going to blow away. I also got huge bruises on my arms.

After I stopped taking the pills I thought that my body would return to its normal state. BUT IT DID NOT. The “electric surges” continued during the days, weeks and months to come, and soon I am going to celebrate their 1st anniversary. The surges have changed somewhat in character. The center has always been (and still is) in Solar Plexus. Now the sensations are mostly in the stomach region and resembles that of “scratching, burning knives”. These sensations are always there, 24 hours every day, 60 minutes every hour, 60 seconds every minute. My whole body feels “electrified” and “dead”. It feels like the nervous center in Solar Plexus has DIED OUT. There is no more “aliveness” in there. It is transformed into a dead crater. Do you have any idea of how it feels living in this torture? Do you have any idea of what has happened to my nervous system?

I have lost all contact with my body. I can no longer feel hunger. I can stop eating for weeks if I want, and my body give no signals about being hungry. On the contrary, if I want to, I can eat and eat and eat the whole day. My body never gives a sign that my stomach is full and satisfied. Also I no longer have the normal ability to get tired and sleepy. My body has only one way of behaving: the “electrified, dead” way. Day and night. It is as if I walk around like an “electric cable”.

My skin feels “dead”. It has no “human” feeling. I cannot feel the human dimension of a hug, only the technical touch. I have lost the personal smell of my body, the smell that was ME.

But the worst thing (actually it is only another dimension of the complex I have described above) is that I HAVE LOST ALL MY HUMAN EMOTIONAL LIFE. I have no ability to experience any human feeling at all. I cannot be happy, not sad, not angry, not irritated, not interested, not ashamed. Name any human emotion you can: I cannot experience them.

I AM SURE: The Cipramil (Celexa) pills (even if they were only 6) have caused a terrible chemical disaster in my brain and my nervous system. They have destroyed my ability to experience human emotions. They have destroyed the HUMAN part of my life. They have taken away all “ALIVENESS” from my life. I feel totally dead inside me. The physical precondition for my emotional life is destroyed. Will it ever come back? I doubt it. I have no longer a human personality, a human psychic life. I have no longer a SOUL.

As you understand, I exist (I will not use the word LIVE) in terrible torture, physical and psychological. It is impossible to stand it. It is impossible to escape it. What shall I do? I have never been a candidate for suicide, but now I can see no other way out. (I have no problem understanding that an adverse effect of these pills is suicidal tendencies.)

The motor part of the nervous system is intact. The autonomic part of the nervous system is intact. The part of the nervous system that governs the intellectual life is intact. The part of the nervous system that governs the human emotional life is PARALYZED, DEAD. It is in this part the medical/chemical attack has taken place.

The adverse effect that I have experienced is the total paralyzing of my soul. The soul is as important to a human being as the body. The paralyzing of the soul therefore is as serious as if it has occurred to the body. It is impossible for me to act in human life with NO INNER HUMAN “ALIVENESS”.

I used to be an active person. I had husband and children. I liked my job. I traveled around the world as a photographer. Now I am transformed into a human wreck with a totally “dead” life. I lie on a mattress, staring up into the ceiling, trying to think of nothing.

I have no contact with my children. I can no longer live with my husband. It is impossible to be with the people I loved the most and be totally dead inside. I can no longer travel anywhere, I can no longer take my pictures, I can no longer go for a vacation. I cannot visit my friends or go to the movies or theatre. I cannot do anything because I cannot EXPERIENCE anything. I AM NO LONGER A PARTICIPANT IN THE HUMAN LIFE.

So, Ann Blake Tracy, this is my story. Have you heard of anything like this before, or am I the only person in the world experiencing this? (very unlikely, I suppose) Do you think there is any hope? Is there anything I can do? Or am I going to spend the rest of my life in Hell? If so, the SSRI drugs can add another suicide to its adverse list.

I am desperately in need of help, but see no hope.

Note: Because it is important to know that there is hope of getting better you need to know that Bjorg is doing much better now. She flew to America to meet with Dr. Tracy and left with many ideas for alternative treatments she could use. She used many natural alternative treatments and began to feel better right away which gave her hope again and courage to keep working at feeling even better.

Bjorg Johnsen; bjorg.johnsen@dagbladet.no

Years 2000 and Prior

This is Survivor Story number 68.
Total number of stories in current database is 96

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