My First SSRI at 19. I'd been referred to a psychologist and so I started attending appointments in his office, at the Children's Hospital with the playsets in

My First SSRI at 19. I'd been referred to a psychologist and so I started attending appointments in his office, at the Children's Hospital with the playsets in the waiting room. He was a kind man, and our sessions were trustful and frank. He spoke to me with candor and not unlike Mr. Rogers on my TV, only he was there for me alone. Shortly he handed me off to his accomplice who pushed drugs. I got fluoxetine HCl. That's mostly fluoride in case you're not a chemist. Back home I was playing with the cat and smiling. I'd perked up, because I'd formed a new relationship with someone who cared, and I felt like life was better because there was intervention and perhaps these awful feelings would be addressed properly. My primary abuser exclaimed how happy I was, "it's like we've got $SON back!" I'd been on the pills about two days. I'm still puzzled after decades how a chemical is supposed to be responsible for the profound personality change that happened at that time. Unfortunately I wasn't able to keep up sessions with the shrink, so it was all a flash in the pan.