They put me on that shit when I was 10. It was awful! It made me crazy paranoid of everything. I would have very passive thoughts (like 'what if' scenario mind chatter when nothing was going on) and they would seem so real and frightening. Like, what if everyone in school can hear my thoughts, or what if this car suddenly flipped, or what if there's someone with a knife waiting to kill me behind this door. They would play through my head as very realistic visions. I was too young to understand that medications could affect me like that, so it was a while before I realized and stopped taking it.
A little context on that. When I was in 6th grade my teachers had a conference with my parents and said they feel it would be better for me if I were held back a year because I was emotionally immature, or at least see a therapist. The truth was, two years prior we had moved to a new state, and the kids were far meaner and cliquish than at my old school and I was being bullied. Did anyone ask (including the therapist) how I was being treated or if I was adjusting at school? Nope! The psychologist I saw scared me (she was very abrasive) and sent me to a psychiatrist because of depression and he just sent me on my way with a prescription for remeron. 15mg to start and upped to 30mg after the first month in those dissolvable orange tablets. I think that was the dosage anyway.
Your mileage may vary, of course. Just, goddammit, that whole situation pisses me off when I think about it. No, really, not one adult in that scenario thought "Hmm, maybe the school is the source of the problems she's having" and tried to provide wisdom for that and instead thought it reasonable to put me on mildly psychedelic drugs?
Haha, sorry, it's a compulsive rant when someone mentions remeron.