In a post by Mr. Ian, the experience of a commenter known as "Squawk" is related: she was subject to coercive psychiatric treatment, was "cured" and came out the other side, but, like me, she does not feel that it was worth it and continues to suffer from feelings of violation:
Was the coercive treatment worth it? Was going through utter hell every day for more than a year worth it? No. I love my life now, I’m not remotely suicidal, and I hope I do good things for the world. But even for everything I have now, the threats and the heavy meds and the tubes and the completely destroying *everything* I was 5 times a day every day day after day for more than a year - no, it wasn’t worth it. Nothing could be worth that. Not my first boyfriend, or getting my degree, or the first time a patient with PMLD recognised me and smiled when she’d only ever done that to her Mum, or being able to help the people I’m now volunteering full-time with who would otherwise have nothing, or eight years of a bloody fantastic life with ups & downs & friends & adventures & fun. Another eighty years, winning 5 Nobel Prizes, and being the first person to walk on Mars wouldn’t be worth going through a severe ED & treatment. Nothing could be. [Emphasis mine.]
I am sorry for her experience and agree wholeheartedly about the after-effects of coercive treatment.
Some people, of course, are forcibly treated and are later glad about it; I suspect that these are people without a strong sense of personal dignity.