My experience with being prescribed meds in the early 70's while in grade school.

My teacher recommended my parents put me on a medication for hyperactivity, which for some reason my pediatrician gladly prescribed. I kept getting out of my seat and going to the front of the class. That's it. I wouldn't stay in my seat.

I remember after starting the meds I'd cry over nothing. I'd get upset at the slightest thing. I was very depressed.

I was an advanced reader. I could easily read books 4th graders read when I was in first grade. That's when the meds started. At some point someone paid enough attention to realize I was holding my nose almost against the book in order to read the smaller print in the higher level books.

My mom had my eyes checked. I was severely nearsighted. I got glasses, and my mom threw out the meds.

In just the short time I was on medication it had very negative side effects.