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# Forced Medications, a Lost Childhood — But Today Everyone Knows Her Name
This is one of them.
It starts not on a stage or a red carpet, not with applause or headlines, but in quiet rooms where choices were made for a child who did not yet have the language to refuse them. Rooms where adults spoke *about* her instead of *to* her. Where decisions were framed as care, protection, treatment — words that sound kind until they’re experienced from the inside.
Her childhood did not disappear all at once. It was chipped away, pill by pill, appointment by appointment, diagnosis by diagnosis.
And for a long time, no one outside those rooms knew her name.
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## A Childhood Managed Instead of Lived
From the outside, she looked like many other children.
She went to school.
She followed rules.
She learned quickly that compliance was rewarded.
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