This topic stems from an idea that I had in relation to the post Be Your Own Advocate.
It’s something I occasionally allude to on my personal blog and in my comments on others’ blogs. Over the last two and a half years (has it really only been that long?), I’ve learned a lot about how to compose myself when discussing matters with other mental health professionals.
First, let’s go over my successive period of interactions with mental health professionals. Continue reading
I recently had some lab testing to rule out polycystic ovary syndrome, a condition that produces a variety of symptoms, some of which overlap with bipolar symptoms. This brought up even more questions about the quality of care I had been receiving. I already knew it wasn’t great, but the fact that the first thing the new psychiatrist did was order more testing to rule out alternate causes of mood swings was a bit of an eye-opener.
When I first went in to a psychiatrist (several of them, actually) for diagnosis and treatment, no lab work was ordered despite my 20-year history of psychoactive medications. Continue reading
A long, long time ago. . . (okay, two months, but right now time is relative), I wrote a post about diving into the world of looking for a new psychiatrist (It’s Time To Say Goodbye). I sort of had it in my head that I could write posts about my search here on Canvas. This would be the first, because my moods went off the map and I subsequently slipped off of the radar temporarily.
I’ve had two appointments with one doctor, and one with another. I also have a consult scheduled in January with a third. But before I get much further into to how things are going, I should probably just get my views out here. They’re pretty crucial to understanding my experiences and this post. Continue reading
Tomorrow, two p.m., I have an appointment with my psychiatrist. It will be my last.
Those of you who have kept up with my personal blog know that we have had other last appointments before. But this one will be IT, because I have decided I cannot ever trust him again (he manipulated me into ECT and my own personal Hell ensued), and he has decided he wants to take on a less complicated caseload. Simple, even ‘less complicated’ doesn’t apply to me in any aspect of my life. Continue reading