We’re Still Locking Up the Mentally Ill
A few year back, I went to a new nurse practitioner for a medication adjustment for my bipolar II disorder. I went through an intake questionnaire. I listed my stressors: I was under extra pressure at work, I was planning my wedding, and my fiancé and I were trying to start a family. The NP nodded; she “listened.” Then she prescribed me—a woman who’d just said she was trying to conceive—a medication linked to birth defects.
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