After my divorce in 2008, I decided to go to India. Immediately, my family started treating me horribly. Made me splay my fingers and hold my hands steady in front of me, to check if I was a drug addict. Rushed me to a hospital emergency room, though I wasn't sick.

Then they took me to a "psychiatrist" without telling or asking me. Like, "we'll just go for a drive", then drove to this quack's clinic, where they had made an appointment for me.

His name is Dr. R. N. Sahu, a doctor in #Bhopal #India

He made me take medicine, that made me feel horrible. I was better off without it. He would not let me leave India. My family took away my passport. This quack kept changing my medication every few weeks, to wildly different prescriptions. Some medicine made me sleep all the time. Some gave me insomnia. I kept complaining to him and my family, that I was better off without the medicine and it made me feel worse. They would not listen.

A few month into my divorce, I was understandably a bit sad, though I know how to self-soothe through difficult times. Music and programming are my go-to things to feel better. I was sad, though not depressed, and still taking an interest in life. So I registered for an online course in Game Theory on Coursera. One day, I was in my room listening to music, and doing the programming homework for the Game Theory course, when there was a knock on the door. As I opened it, six men barged in and started manhandling me. They pinned me down, and roughly injected me in the neck with something, despite my protests. Then they dragged me to a van, to this R. N. Sahu's clinic. There I was thrown in a dark room without windows, and kept there for 10 days, heavily drugged. Periodically, someone would enter the room, and inject me in the buttock with something. I was bedridden and in a stupor. One day, I managed to walk a little, step outside on the pretext of wanting a cigarette, and ran away from this horrible dungeon. They found me running through the streets, in traffic. I was incoherent from the drugs, and didn't know where I would go, only that I had to get away. They dragged me back to the dungeon and kept me there.

Upon being released, I wanted to go back to America, but my family wouldn't give me my passport.

Dr. R. N. Sahu kept telling me that I was depressed and schizophrenic. I didn't agree, since I was not feeling depressed, and could still program. He kept changing the medicine till I became foggy in my thinking.

He would be very condescending and insulting and refer to me as if I were subhuman, telling my family to ensure I took the pills, and didn't spit them out. ( I have never spit out pills, nor was I ever planning to. ) It was degrading to be treated like a person without agency.

This mistreatment kept on going for years, till I finally persuaded my family to let me return to America. Dr. R. N. Sahu had instilled much fear in my mind by then, saying that if I missed even a single dose of the pills, I would go insane.

I said that I would go to American doctors for treatment. He forbade it, saying that "American doctors are useless." He insisted that I take the pills from India, and keep taking the pills he mailed to me. He said, "If they find out in America, that you are insane and taking medicine for insanity, they will deport you!" I objected, saying that medicine was Science, and I should get a second opinion, and buy medicine in America if needed. He vehemently forbade this. I also said that mental health conditions are not a reason to deport a U.S. resident. Dr. R. N. Sahu would not let me get a word in.

I came back to America and kept taking the pills that he would mail me. My mind always felt like it was in a fog, and my thinking was hazy. I had to struggle hard to finish my work, as a programmer, the same kind of work that was easy for me earlier. I worked long hours, including nights and weekends, and got work done anyway.

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