Psychiatric Drugs Being Prescribed to Babies

http://www.sfgate.com/…/Psychiatric-drugs-being-prescribed-…

Many experts say that the rise in the use of all psychotropics in children of all ages derives from the scarcity of child psychiatrists — only 8,350 practice in the United States, many of them with long waiting lists and higher cost than a family’s established pediatrician.

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Staircase

The streaking of the red dogs. The wild dogs, the feral dogs. The chanting of the mice. The lift into the heavens. Each one became a part and a parcel of the ship. Then there were arrows pointing at the near origin and the distant origin. Then there were hearts aflutter about among the townsfolk. Then there were children dancing around a maypole. Then there were humans being formed of mud and straw. In the evening it was replaced. In the evening the humors ran black. In the evening the bilious court struck at jesters. In the evening a ray of sunshine suddenly took in one man’s woodpile and set it alight. How could they be in such benighted foolishness? How could they let their children transmit to the dogs? How could they follow the paths to the mountain? Who was short a codfish not a whale? Who was playing with a full deck and all the sevens? The retreat took them by surprise. The retreat stumbled down the hill. The retreat brought them face to face with Leviathan. The retreat took the last they had. But in the end a chasm opened. In the end a spiral staircase led down. In the end the pursuit stopped. In the end only the people dared the stairs. And in the morning a new day dawned. In the morning the sun burned blue. In the morning they had sheep and goats. In the morning the children spoke in tongues. And it was so and it was so and it was ever thus.
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A dream invades the firmament

I see bubbles bursting and undulations

The need to make sense hits me like a ton of bricks

The night steals away with all of it

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The minders do not see

The seers do not hear

All the guards sleep as this torrent pours in

My life hangs by a thread, and then snaps

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Put your blubbering aside

The big boys are here

The cool and competent

The emotionless

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Evil people do not come this way

Only dreams

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The dream invades with seltzer water

At least it wasn’t plain water

But still it could not sate my thirst

My need to feel other-than-this

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Some people do not know what their dreams contain

They are to be pitied more than us

But by far the best lot

Goes to ignorant children

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The children are carried off by harpies, though

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The locks can be picked, but only with care

This is my last will and testament