Alternative Medicine Failures Stories

I've been in a constant state of fight or flight, honestly I've been in crisis, since the election. I'm disabled, trans and intersex, other flavors of 'undesirable' in the eyes of the government. I was close to taking my life and writing hotlines pretty much everyday sobbing my eyes out. My psychiatrist said if I refused to be hospitalized (I did) then we were down to Spravato and Electroconvulsive Therapy... Yes, she basically said the only solution was nasal spray ketamine or electroshock. I wish I was joking. I'm allergic to so much that these three things were my only option left. Are my only option, but I'm just done. No. I refuse it all.

There's a decent chance ALL healthcare might be taken away from me soon anyhow.

I decided to give Spravato a try, I was really, really hoping it would work. It didn't. My blood pressure shot up so high I almost had to go to the ER, I couldn't stop panicking and crying, I almost threw up multiple times. I am familiar with dissociation, it's a horrendous feeling I get sadly often, but I can tell the... Cycle of it? I suppose? As in, even when dissociating or having derealization, I can tell when it's at it's worst and when it's staring to wane. With Spravato, not so, it was two hours of being at the worst part of all my dissociative episodes and panic attacks at once with no reprieve. Closing my eyes made it worse, I couldn't even try to sleep to get through it, I had so many nurses coming in and out. A random man who was there also getting Spravato himself came in and tried to talk me and my mother through it and reassure us that sometimes that that even still happened to him. I can remember the talking, but it's more like I'm looking back on a movie I watched, not something I witnessed. All that felt like it was me in that moment was the fear. Nausea. My heart wanting to break through my ribcage, the pain of each heartbeat, rattling in my brain of memories and thoughts both that I couldn't differentiate among other things. It was just too much.

Finally, finally after two hours it started to let up, they took my blood pressure and since it wasn't at a concerning level (it was not normal still but not medically concerning? I think?) I was allowed to come home. I almost threw up multiple times on the ride home.

I was essentially sedated for three or four days after, too tired to tell what I was feeling but knowing I wasn't happy or okay, just too tired to cry or panic anymore. My heart kept beating funny off and on, though, I kept getting chest pain off and on. It's still happening off and on and it's been a few weeks. I'm scared it permanently damaged my heart, I already have so much going on, I can't do it.

All therapeutic effects it had are gone, all the fear and grief and dread and pain are back in full force, my family is trying to convince me to try it again and I refuse. My mother told me, essentially, she liked me better sedated. My pain, my fear for my life under this regime in America with so much being taken away from me (after being attacked just getting groceries two weeks after the election by the way), is an inconvenience so I need to just "be normal."

I can't help but wonder if there's hidden meaning behind "be normal." I could get into the why, I could get into my whole life story leading up to this of medical malpractice, but I won't. It's too much. There's so much I need and want to say but what's even the point?

I suppose I'll end this with something that happened a few days ago that's still hurting me, that was my reason to coming to this site again. I still don't really know how it works, if you can see my other post, but it's pertinent to this if you can. I tried one more time, one more time to reach out to someone to help me, give me help feasible for me with all of my limitations. Admittedly, getting a bit angry, because all the "advice" given even when I explained my situation was things I couldn't do. I tried explaining again, and it was turned back on me. I'm apparently a fascist for saying poor, disabled, non-white and intersex people are being left out of people's consideration when giving queer (especially trans) Americans help or instructions to help themselves. I was apparently posting "fascist bait" and somehow I'm also a Nazi? I don't even know. All I said was that I needed help, I just needed some steps given to me to take to try and get myself safe, to a better place. Then, got frustrated, and said their advice wasn't even advice for me or many others in my situation. It felt like dismissal and a "welp not my problem- figure it out!" and I said so. I said that people need to stop leaving the most vulnerable of the lgbtqia2p community in the dust and this girl got four other people to gang up on me.

I give up. I deleted all social media, I feel hopeless but won't write Trevor or 988, no one wants to help me. No one who can will, because I'm "not valuable" enough. Not to another country, not even to a blue state, nothing at all. I need too much help, have too many targets on my back, and have the nerve to point out that people are pulling the ladder up behind them once they get theirs and seeing certain parts of the community in the dust. Even some trans people are, mainly those of us that are poor and or disabled, intersex and or non-white. Of which I am all of.

And now I sit here alone, sad, thinking about everything and wishing I could close my eyes and wake up anybody else tomorrow. Wake up and find out this was all just a bad dream.

No, I'm not going to do anything to myself, I'm just so tired. If you can see people's past posts on here, again, what I said before sort of gives more context but even with both these two posts it's not everything going on with me.

Goodnight, I guess.

To make the backstory as short as possible I’ll simplify. At 11 my dad died. At 13 I entered foster care. All was drug related. After being in care for a few months no one wanted me and they put me in a mental hospital which is normal for teens. They drugged us there to keep us high and quiet. I lived there for two years to get ripped from that life to a farm life of no pills, religion, and no time out of the house. I went to school, church, and back at home to clean, so once I left that one I was 17 and free to the world ( I graduated at 17) I immediately jumped relationship to relationship, introduced to drugs, and after having two miscarriages I started drinking my sorrows. After a year after this started I was pregnant with my first. Things didn’t go well with the father and I, he was abusive and a m37h addict. I had no clue until we were in a shitty trailer and all my money was gonna and I was stuck. I have no family, nothing. I ended up smoking weed my entire pregnancy and allowed my half brother to adopt him (I only contacted out of desperation he’s the only bit of my dad left) he and I don’t speak other than about the baby but that’s about it. Its always been tense. After this I fell pregnant again after three months postpartum with a guy that I really felt was different. I truly still love him and that’s what makes this so hard. He smoked weed and so did I. He couldn’t quit and I wanted to but there was so much that made me feel hated and unloved. Things started getting physical and we were in that same trailer which was all but a shack. After the birth of my daughter at six weeks early the relationship between me and everyone became tense. Since she was in the nicu only certain visitors could come in alone otherwise I’d have to be in there. During a visit with my bfs mom she kissed my daughter on the forehead who might I add was at the time having breathing issues and was not breathing on her own. She was just born too early and it would take some time. But unfortunately I would have to fight to get a chance to keep her since I smoked weed. I got clean for a few months but my drug tests said I was still smoking. Once they signed off my rights, I started smoking again because I felt there was no reason to try. I drank again. I gave up. Then something snapped in me. I got back to just weed and way less than normal. I’m getting close to quitting. Today however, almost a year since my daughters birth, my bfs mawmaw decided to throw new info my way and it felt very malice and no one seems to care that she said it at all. Including my boyfriend who still can’t get clean either. She said that my daughter might have cerebral palsy and it’s because I did drugs while pregnant. I’ve already blamed myself for the entire year about any issue she has as is. I’ve wanted to do better but that’s where I’m stuck too. I have no car, no license, barely a job, and my relationship feels very… one sided. Controlled. When I get close to feeling like I can just do it homeless, he loves me more. When I fully trust and love him and everything feels at its best, he gets abusive. I know the obvious answers but at this point how things are, his family has money and if I leave I’ll never know another thing about my daughter. Ever. If I stay, I hurt myself to be there for her in any way I can. Even to get just a picture every other month, it’s worth the hell I go through. Being a mother biologically is still an awful and wonderful feeling. I want to be better, but everyone around me tell me how much I do wrong and any time I open my mouth they say I’m making excuses, they yell at me. I feel like a little kid but in the hospitals again. Just like an orphan they can’t quite just not help but what they do is worse than not helping. I want to break free and change but the only way at this point is fully being homeless and losing all my belongings. I don’t know what I could ask for on advice or anything. I just need some reassurance that I’m some way it’ll all work out for the best.

Ok so I’m 15 and my grandmother makes me take a bunch of alternative medicines and vitamins and mainly stuff with ashwagandha in it and since she’s been making me take these things with ashwagandha I’ve had absolutely horrible emotional numbness so much to the point were my childhood cat passed away and the very next day we got another cat I only felt a very small amount of sadness and it was very confusing I thought I was a bad person for not feeling incredibly sad and I just it is so bad I genuinely don’t feel sad or happy or just anything now and I’ve been having very frequent headaches and it sucks but literally just tonight when I saw that my stuff to help me sleep has ashwagandha in it I decided to look it up and wow for the first time in a long time I don’t feel like I’m insane I feel like I’ve lost a couple years of my life but tomorrow I’m going to show my grandma the research I’ve done and tell her I won’t be taking anything with ashwagandha in it anymore. Wish me luck .

I'm a 17-year-old girl and I have a genetic condition I inherited from my mom. It's not something that majorly impacts my life, and I manage it just fine with daily medication. Despite this, my mom is big on homeopathy and insisted on taking me to a holistic practitioner. I'm pretty skeptical about these things, but I went along to keep the peace. This practitioner handed me some "natural remedies," claiming they could cure my virus. I'm pretty aware that while some of these alternative treatments might alleviate symptoms for certain conditions, they can't cure my specific illness. I couldn't help but be sarcastic and my mom later called me out for being rude to the practitioner. She does agree with me about the effectiveness of the treatment but wishes I had shown more respect. Was I really being unreasonable?

If this scenario unfolded on a reality TV show, you'd bet the drama would be ramped up! The cameras would zoom in on my eye roll and the practitioner’s offended face. Viewers would probably be split – some might appreciate my skepticism and backtalk, while others could side with my mom, saying that I should have shown more politeness, no matter what I thought of the treatment. It would definitely spark debates on social media about respect versus speaking your mind.

Recently, I've been under the weather with what seems like a cold, and my partner, Emily, handed me some homeopathic remedies to help out. I ended up not taking them because I'm convinced that homeopathy is ineffective, simply offering sugar pills instead of real treatment. Emily was quite upset by this and called me narrow-minded.

When I mentioned the situation to my mom, she also felt that homeopathy wasn’t scientifically sound but suggested I could have just accepted Emily’s gesture or refused more tactfully since those sugar pills wouldn’t have harmed me. From my perspective, taking them would only reinforce the misconception of their efficacy, especially when I naturally recover, and Emily credits the homeopathic "medicine".

Was my reaction unjustified?

Imagine if this were all playing out on a reality show. Cameras rolling, capturing every detail of the disagreement between Emily and me, not to mention the family input. Viewers would probably be divided. Some might applaud sticking to scientific principles, while others might criticize the lack of compromise in a relationship. It would definitely stir up some drama!

Today, I experienced something I feel compelled to share, but let me provide some backdrop first. A while back, doctors diagnosed my mom, in her sixties, with a brain tumor that wasn’t causing her distress at the time. It was accidentally discovered during a check-up for a different issue. The doctors decided to monitor it rather than conducting invasive procedures.

Fast forward to the present, the tumor has gotten bigger. Mom's doctors are suggesting surgery to remove it and carry out further tests. Naturally, my mom is terrified about the operation and keeps wavering on her decision.

I relayed this situation to my husband, who's 35 like me. We've purposely kept our daughter, who's four, in the dark about her grandma's condition, so I spoke to him in private. It's important to know that my husband strongly favors natural remedies and believes people should address the root causes of their health problems. While I agree that medicine or surgery isn't always necessary—having managed my own anxiety and depression through lifestyle adjustments—his views can be a bit extreme for me.

Previously, when my sister was dealing with thyroid cancer, he attributed it to her stress levels and recommended meditation.

He gave a similar response when my dad needed urgent care for internal bleeding.

And once, when I had severe chest pain and had to rush to the ER—where I later found out I needed more tests—he insisted it was just anxiety and didn't accompany me.

When we found out our daughter had allergies and needed medication, he argued it was because she didn't spend enough time outdoors, claiming codependency could trigger respiratory issues.

Discussing my mom’s current medical issue, he suggested that breathwork could cure brain cancer and expressed that if he were in her shoes, he'd avoid surgery or medication and focus on lifestyle changes that might have led to the illness.

I requested him not to share these views with my mom and to instead offer me support. I wanted to know if he thought I was okay or if he could provide me emotional backing. He replied that he couldn’t support me while I disregarded his treatment ideas. Frustrated, I cut off the conversation.

Am I being unreasonable for asking him not to impose his unsolicited holistic treatments on my mom or to refrain from sharing those views with me? Please note, I’ve never asked for his medical opinions in the past, only for his emotional support.

Imagine if I were on some reality show discussing this—I bet the audience would be gasping and taking sides! Some might cheer for holistic approaches, while others would probably empathize with the need for emotional support during tough times. The scene would get heated, prompting all sorts of reactions from shock to support to disbelief!

To begin, I firmly believe everyone has a right to their own opinions and views, and that's perfectly fine with me.

Lately, I've been cohabitating with some folks who are really into holistic and alternative healing practices—think along the lines of ayurvedic and spiritual remedies. We're all around our late 20s. Personally, I tend to be skeptical about the efficacy of these approaches and often end up sharing my views on traditional scientific methods during our discussions. For example, I've mentioned how standard medical science would handle things like candida infections with antifungal treatments, noting that it's common yet manageable with the right medication, and that if it ever entered the bloodstream, it could become a severe health threat.

Here's where I might be stepping on toes. Recently, one of my roommates, who's really deep into spiritual practices, pulled me aside. She told me that by sharing my scientific perspectives, I'm inadvertently making others feel invalidated or challenged, even though my intention is merely to enlighten with backed scientific facts. Now, I’ve switched tactics slightly by posing questions about their beliefs, hoping to gently highlight some logical inconsistencies. However, this seems to have agitated them even more, interpreting it as a subtle form of criticism.

Am I in the wrong here? Should I refrain from sharing my insights and let them continue endorsing their skeptical views on science, or should there be another strategy for me to approach this?

Imagine if this scenario unfolded on a reality show. The tension and drama would surely escalate each episode as the viewers would be roped into the conflicts between science and spirituality within the household. There could be heated debates showcased in each episode, with audiences likely split in their support for either side. The dynamic could either make me a villain or a voice of reason, depending on the viewers' biases.

I have a friend named Sydney who was diagnosed with cancer recently. Thankfully, her doctors believe it's treatable because they discovered it early.

Last weekend, a group of us, including myself, went to support her. I've known Sydney since our college days, but I'm not very familiar with some of her newer friends, as I don't live close by.

During our visit, Sydney shared about the treatment plan her doctor recommended. Suddenly, a person from her circle, whom I met only during this gathering, intervened. "You're not seriously considering that, are you?" she exclaimed, proposing a raw diet she claimed could cure the cancer.

Initially, I tried to remain neutral and suggested, "Yes, maintaining a healthy diet is crucial to keep your strength during treatment."

However, her friend countered, "No, why would you use actual poison instead of what nature provides us?"

She elaborated on the benefits of phytonutrients against cancer cells and hinted at a conspiracy within the medical industry to push unnecessary treatments. As the night progressed, Sydney shifted from being skeptical to somewhat convinced by these claims.

Eventually, I couldn't hold back and told Sydney, "It's good to maintain a healthy diet, and you can explore what you wish in addition to your treatment. But to abandon your medical plan for a salad is both naive and dangerous."

Another friend suggested Sydney could postpone her medical treatment to try this diet, thinking it wouldn’t harm to delay for a few weeks. Sydney seemed tempted by the idea of fewer disruptions to her life and no hair loss.

I was troubled seeing her swayed by this renewed but false hope. I confronted the friend, "You could be endangering Sydney's life with such advice. Is that something you’re prepared to handle?"

The friend left the room upset. Some of her friends said my reaction was too intense, stating we should respect different opinions and let Sydney decide. Sydney appreciated the range of viewpoints, understanding that everyone was tense given her diagnosis.

I tried to calm the situation, but I feel like I might have disrupted what was meant to be a supportive gathering by turning it into a debate.

If this situation were part of a reality show, the scene could have escalated dramatically with cameras zooming in on everyone's reactions. The producers might have even highlighted this argument for trailers and teasers, sparking debates among viewers about the ethics of alternative treatments versus conventional medicine. Thoughts like, "Will this make me look like the bad guy? Am I just adding drama?" keep racing through my mind.

I can't believe I've come to feel like such a fool. Love isn't supposed to revolve around financial perspectives or differing life philosophies. It should be anchored purely in the depths of affection and the love you harbor for one another. Yet, here I am, having ended things with the person I thought I'd spend my life with because our outlooks clash drastically. Emily, the woman I adored, is committed to pursuing a career in Naturopathic medicine, aiming to help cancer patients. She holds beliefs that vaccinations could lead to autism among other controversial views that mainstream science often disputes, like the effectiveness of homeopathy.

While I acknowledge that overprescription is a problem in modern healthcare, I cannot forsaid modern medicine entirely, which has proven its efficacy time and again. Naturopathic doctors may serve as complementary alternatives, and while it's acceptable for some to suggest turmeric for a minor bruise, it's entirely different when it comes to serious diseases.

Feeling utterly conflicutcoming from all this doubts whether love alone should suffice when fundamental beliefs diverge so significantly. Especially during our last heated discussion, it pained me to focus on the financial strains her schooling would impose on us—around $200,000 in debt. It feels low to have allowed monetary concerns to overshadow what was a decade of love and companionship. Deep down, my friends and family advise me that these things shouldn't matter, but for me, they do, and it's tearing me apart.

As I mourn the loss of our ten-year relationship, I wonder how different this scenario would play out if it were on a reality show. Perhaps the audience would be split, with some empathizing with my practical concerns and others rooting for love to conquer all obstacles, no matter the cost or difference in beliefs. The pressure and scrutiny from public opinion could potentially sway my decisions or amplify my doubts.

My wife and I have been trying to conceive for over a year with no success. Our chances aren't great, so we're looking into costly alternatives.

As a scientist and engineer, I am naturally skeptical of unproven methods. I despise scams, especially in the realm of health, because they exploit vulnerable people. I trust conventional medicine and evidence-based practices, so we're sticking with those.

My wife, desperate to get pregnant, has friends urging her to try alternative medicine like acupuncture and herbal remedies. These options are expensive but still within our budget (though costs can escalate as they hook you in). There's no solid evidence that these methods work beyond the placebo effect. Some even seem like faith-based practices or outright scams.

I can't accept anything that lacks a scientific basis, something that can be proven or disproven. However, I also can't force my wife to think like a scientist. She believes that trying her friends' suggestions might make her feel more hopeful about our efforts.

I've advised her not to spend too much on these alternatives and explained that I think they're exploiting her desperation. She admits she's uncertain about them but feels they might offer hope. I told her that our very expensive fertility specialists provide us with plenty of hope. I said she can do what she wants and spend what she feels is right but asked her to be honest with me about it. I also mentioned I’d be disappointed if she fell victim to a scam.

Now, imagine if we were on a reality show, dealing with all this in front of cameras. How would viewers react to our different approaches to this sensitive issue? Would they sympathize with my rational stance or her emotional struggle?