Ritalin is just one of many drugs given to children with Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder (ADHD) and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). Two very grand names for saying: I don’t really know what’s wrong with the child, but it is disturbing others. So let’s drug it to insensibility and forget about it.
ADHD and OCD are just a few examples of how the medical profession functions these days: If you don’t know what it is, give it a grand sounding name. This secures income for life. You don’t know what to do? Why care as long as you have a patient in for frequent and regular checks and sell him your drugs? Yes, get them while their young.
It is typical for the pharmaceutical industry to produce drugs for a minor problem that turn high sprung children into robotic zombies. This is called opening a multiple stream income source. As Ritalin or any other drug can’t cure the disease, it guarantees lifelong dependency on part of the patient. As we are talking about behaviour aberrations, to use a strong term, it is no wonder that there is no cure. For a cure, there must be a sickness first. The problem is that so many different behaviour patterns are mashed into ADHD and OCD that clear view is fogged. This is made to full intent by the medical profession to secure income.
Ritalin is highly addictive, more than most drugs, though all drugs are addictive. A study by Bavarian police published in 2000 showed a direct link between the use of Ritalin and further addictions to other drugs. The head of Bavarian police called Ritalin a door opener for any kind of drug. Drug addiction amongst teenagers had gone up steadily since the sixties. But the yearly rise had been comparatively small. Suddenly, the rise each year sprung up to ten times its former figure. The year of the first increase was the first year after Ritalin had appeared on the market. The study has meanwhile been suppressed.
As the ADHD and OCD labels are criminally inexact, actually just collecting boxes for ‘I don’t know’, parents must find out what is wrong with their child on their own. It’s a process of trial and error, but it should be worth the time, don’t you think?
By today’s standards, I would probably have been a ‘case’ in one of these boxes. I couldn’t keep still and was always on the move. But I was very lucky. I had parents who didn’t begrudge me their time to keep me occupied. Once my mother found out that I was simply bored during lunch or dinner, she allowed me to read a book while eating. That quieted me completely down. I read a book a day, during school time, and two during holidays. In school I was lucky as well, as my teacher just took the four hyperactive ones apart and gave us more difficult homework. That kept us happily occupied. And the doctor we had was one of the old fashioned ones. Those you can’t find anymore today. Loving his work, seeing patients at home day and night, he didn’t believe in drugs.