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My mom died yesterday. I didn't know she was sick. We've never had a great relationship, she was bipolar and we fought enough as a child to justify giving my dad full custody after the divorce. I was just starting to get to a point in my life where I could talk to her without feeling like my heart was being pierced. I called her 6 months ago for the first time in a couple of years. We had a few happy conversations, about anything, and then she stopped contacting me in march. My mom has called me every week or two for my entire life before then. I had my own issues to deal with, and she hadn't mentioned being sick, so I thought I was just being paranoid...

I got the call after midnight. It now turns out that the person who called me probably works at the hospice. She forced my mom to sign a will a week and a half ago that leaves EVERYTHING to this woman, except for a few photo albums.

A condition of the divorce, before my dad got custody, was that the house my mom moved into with me was under my name. Everytime we talked, she said it would always be there for me, even after she was gone... That doesn't make sense. So my mom was surrounded by thieves when she died. She was taken to be cremated an hour after her death, this woman told me she didn't want a funeral... Not only have I been cheated out of my mom's last moments, I've been cheated out of her last wishes... It fucking hurts, more than anything I've ever experienced. How the fuck can anyone be this fucking horrible?
 
My mom died yesterday. I didn't know she was sick. We've never had a great relationship, she was bipolar and we fought enough as a child to justify giving my dad full custody after the divorce. I was just starting to get to a point in my life where I could talk to her without feeling like my heart was being pierced. I called her 6 months ago for the first time in a couple of years. We had a few happy conversations, about anything, and then she stopped contacting me in march. My mom has called me every week or two for my entire life before then. I had my own issues to deal with, and she hadn't mentioned being sick, so I thought I was just being paranoid...

I got the call after midnight. It now turns out that the person who called me probably works at the hospice. She forced my mom to sign a will a week and a half ago that leaves EVERYTHING to this woman, except for a few photo albums.

A condition of the divorce, before my dad got custody, was that the house my mom moved into with me was under my name. Everytime we talked, she said it would always be there for me, even after she was gone... That doesn't make sense. So my mom was surrounded by thieves when she died. She was taken to be cremated an hour after her death, this woman told me she didn't want a funeral... Not only have I been cheated out of my mom's last moments, I've been cheated out of her last wishes... It fucking hurts, more than anything I've ever experienced. How the fuck can anyone be this fucking horrible?

You have my condolences, if that makes any difference.

I would contact a lawyer, right away.
 
You have my condolences, if that makes any difference.

I would contact a lawyer, right away.
Thank you. My dad is still around, fortunately and we have a lawyer down there, we have proof now that my name is on the deed, so things will go easier for us...

But fuck, it's hard to stay positive. I guess I need to keep trying to distract myself every time my thoughts spiral downward... At least all the news from E3 will help with that.
 
Oh. My. God.

At the beginning of this year, I had two reasons to continue. I just lost the second one today. ... don't know what I'm going to do. I have... nothing. Nothing at all.

We've all been there, bro. I can't make you feel better but I can let you know you're not alone in women torturing guys. Here's my personal demon: I woke up today to learn my ex gf of a little while ago is getting married to some hideous dude that she dumped me for.

This does not make my ego feel good.
 
Can't find a job for over a year and a half - I'm either severely underqualified (for work I was qualified for during the non-recession years) or underqualified for shitty min wage jobs that reject me because they assume I'm out for a quick job and I'm not going to be a career cash register (and they'd be right, but still).

May have to move into my inlaws.

Feel like it would be better if my wife moved on with someone else - someone who could provide for her and my kid.
 
Can't find a job for over a year and a half - I'm either severely underqualified (for work I was qualified for during the non-recession years) or underqualified for shitty min wage jobs that reject me because they assume I'm out for a quick job and I'm not going to be a career cash register (and they'd be right, but still).

May have to move into my inlaws.

Feel like it would be better if my wife moved on with someone else - someone who could provide for her and my kid.

work for a call center they are always hiring but dont stay too long.
 
I think I'm depressed too GAF, and I'm just finally starting to come to terms with it. To the point where I'm seriously considering seeking professional therapy.

My sister was diagnosed with bipolar disorder about six years ago. She's had two major manic episodes, and outside of that has been depressed the rest of the time. She's been living with my parents for the last six years and hasn't had a job in about two years. I think she's part of the reason that launched me into depression.

Most of it lies within myself, of course. I have only a couple of friends that I consider close, and I don't see them very often. I have a problem relating to people and socializing. I feel very hollow. Haven't been in a relationship in years. I have a steady job, a career even. As a matter of fact, the only times I truly feel alive is when I'm working, working out, or having sex (which is very rare these days). I don't look forward to waking up in the morning. I have thought about death and suicide, but that's not something I could ever go through with. Not am I only scared of pain, but I also would never subject my family to that. It's just the kind of "if I fell asleep and didn't wake up tomorrow morning, that would be nice" kind of thoughts.
 
work for a call center they are always hiring but dont stay too long.

I like call centers - I've actually been trying most of this time to get into one. There are just very few if any in this area. I would have to move an hour or two away to get into one and moving isn't an option sadly.
 
I'm going to talk to my therapist and let him know how i feel. i dont think he even takes me seriously.

You guys should be happy you are straight, being gay and trying to find gay friends or people to talk to is hard.

I like call centers - I've actually been trying most of this time to get into one. There are just very few if any in this area. I would have to move an hour or two away to get into one and moving isn't an option sadly.

http://www.indeed.com/ is a good place to start looking.
 
Why is it so important to you to have gay friends? I mean, friends are friends whether they're gay or straight.

Maybe i dont know. i dont have anyone i can totally be myself around. I usually have to hide myself around straight people all day everyday so im not so comfortable being myself around them.
 
Maybe i dont know. i dont have anyone i can totally be myself around. I usually have to hide myself around straight people all day everyday so im not so comfortable being myself around them.

I dont get it
unless you want to act like richard simmons, being gay doesnt mean you cant be yourself
Being straight doesn't mean we go around talking about pussy all day
 
I dont get it
unless you want to act like richard simmons, being gay doesnt mean you cant be yourself
Being straight doesn't mean we go around talking about pussy all day

I get the same thing but instead of people talking about women's vagina, they talk about losing virginity. When I was in high school when one guy was surprised that I was a virgin. I'm still a virgin to this day, and I don't care what people think. Because it's like losing their virginity is the most important part of the world before you die.
 
Jesus, this thread is just a cycle of depression. Do NOT come in here if you're depressed.

Get professional help if you think you really need it, people.
 
I have to hid all my life so I'm never myself around people.

Thinking about everything tonight I feel as though the next 10 years will be exactly like the last 10 years. Still at home in a shitty job with no one. My therapist whom I am growing to hate laughs this off. Makes me so sick. Why should I have to live this life. I never asked to be alive or have feelings. I've seen or read about so many black gay men ending up old and alone. My good years are gone wasted. I really just want to not wake up. Knowing I'm alive makes me hate everything and everyone. The gay life is pretty horrible if you do not look a certain way. I wish I was never gay.

If your therapist is laughing at you you need to report their ass and find somebody new. Sounds like you should do that. Probably one that has experience counseling gays. It will make all the difference in the world.
 
My therapist doesnt laugh but I feel like he doesn't take whatever I say seriously and I imagine he does laugh at my issues.
 
My therapist doesnt laugh but I feel like he doesn't take whatever I say seriously and I imagine he does laugh at my issues.

You're far too insecure. Therapists probably don't feel anything judgmental (for good or ill). They've been trained to be clinical and have probably heard far worse cases than yours 100 times over. They don't laugh, they're far too numb.
 
I think I'm depressed too GAF, and I'm just finally starting to come to terms with it. To the point where I'm seriously considering seeking professional therapy.
You should. Bipolar disorder in a family member can be very difficult. You have an awesome username, by the way.

I am meeting with my doctor tomorrow but she's going to have a PhD student with her. I told her it would be okay but it stresses me out.
If it ends up really bothering you, you should speak up next time this happens. I got talked into group therapy for a while... I ended up kind of pretending that everything was all right in front of a small crowd of people. It really interfered with my therapy...
 
You should. Bipolar disorder in a family member can be very difficult. You have an awesome username, by the way.


Thank you. My grandmother was bipolar too, and until she became an elderly woman, she's been misdiagnosed with schizophrenia her whole life. I don't know how my mom toughed it out, she basically took care of her own mother as if she was her daughter, and then the same thing happening to her daughter... I don't know how she would take it if she found out I was having the issues I'm having.
 
I wish i can find the strength to find a new job and quit this one. Whenever i start on my resume i think about all the years i wasted at this job and get so depressed.
 
So, I think the last month I've been pretty depressed.

I hate work, I hate waking up. I just want to sleep. I haven't exercised or gone to jiujitsu.

I'm dealing with family issues in regards to my grandmother that I hadn't expected to deal with. It's harder because she's in Korea. And all I do after work is try and handle that shit from long distance.

I'm not suicidal, but to be honest, dying doesn't seem so bad. At least I could get some rest and not have to deal with anything else.

I need therapy, huh?
 
So, I think the last month I've been pretty depressed.

I hate work, I hate waking up. I just want to sleep. I haven't exercised or gone to jiujitsu.

I'm dealing with family issues in regards to my grandmother that I hadn't expected to deal with. It's harder because she's in Korea. And all I do after work is try and handle that shit from long distance.

I'm not suicidal, but to be honest, dying doesn't seem so bad. At least I could get some rest and not have to deal with anything else.

I need therapy, huh?

Maybe therapy might help or going to Korea and seeing your grandmother to settle things might work for you.
 
Maybe therapy might help or going to Korea and seeing your grandmother to settle things might work for you.

Therapy is cheaper and my grandmother wouldn't know who I was anyway.
 
So, I think the last month I've been pretty depressed.

I hate work, I hate waking up. I just want to sleep. I haven't exercised or gone to jiujitsu.

I'm dealing with family issues in regards to my grandmother that I hadn't expected to deal with. It's harder because she's in Korea. And all I do after work is try and handle that shit from long distance.

I'm not suicidal, but to be honest, dying doesn't seem so bad. At least I could get some rest and not have to deal with anything else.

I need therapy, huh?

Thats terrible to go through life as though its a burden. For the sake of the person you will be in 5-10 years, do something before its overwhelming you completely. Don't cheat yourself out of a happy life. You have a lot of options out there for help in getting a handle on things. Talk to a friend or someone you trust? If not, a counselor is very helpful if for no other reason than to listen to your anxieties and frustrations and allow you a place to let them out instead of internalizing them. I used to keep everything to myself, even from close friends, and simply saying these anxieties out loud helped me get a clearer picture of myself and gain perspective.

Talk to somebody! Do it for the ChiTownBuffalo of 2020. He'll thank you. :)
 
Therapy is cheaper and my grandmother wouldn't know who I was anyway.

Even if she doesn't know who you are now doesn't mean going there won't help you in the long run.


As for me, I don't know if I should just quit now to help put the fire under me to look for another job or secure another job before i leave this one. i have been to complacent with this job even though i hate it so much. I do not want to deal with customers and i do not want to be a people person. i often regret not taking up computer science in college or even being smart enough to want to learn programming. now i get a shitty hourly wage. sometimes i want to put a drill to my head for being the way i am. i feel like a heavy rock that wants to move but cannot move at all. A lot of times i feel like my only choice is to just die.

I wrote down a list of things i wish to change in my life though i do not know how to even make them happen. it all feels so frustrating.

I don't think therapy even works. How long should it take before therapy actually works? Or does it even work at all? When do I know therapy is working? I've been going for sometime now and nothing has changed at all. Do I have to keep hoping from one therapist to another to another to another until when? When does it start to work?
 
This probably got answered here, but thread is too long.

Has anybody here had some experience with ECT treatment? My mother has had severe depression and panic attacks for many years and she will start the ECT treatment soon. I heard good things about it and it's apparently one of the most effective ways to treat depression, so... Is it really that effective? Is it worth it? etc, etc.

Thanks
 
Jesus christ, jubei.

Alright, now I'm disappointed in you. I was twenty pounds lighter than you at my heaviest, and it was almost entirely fat - dropping down to 235 or so is indisputable proof of that. I wasn't a muscle man with a little bit of a gut. I was a medium build, 5'10" dude who was way too big for his own good.

I lost the weight with a low-carb diet and HIIT cardio. There was nothing else. That's it. I still had to work an awfully shitty job while doing this - bagging groceries for $7.25 an hour (federal minimum wage if you'll remember). Bringing in carts in the the hot July sun. Stocking rows and rows and rows of sodas. Sweat poured off me so much when I was working that I always carried three paper towels around in my pockets. I generated insane amounts of heat, in part because I was so out of shape and it took that much more effort for me to do a bit of physical labor (though the job is hard on your body no matter shape you're in - that's why it's a shitty job).

I had been forced to move in with my sister before all this. I was making $10 an hour as a merchandising manager for an upscale venue in Austin. Then when my mother couldn't afford to pay her car note, I wasn't able to get to work. I was paying half of all expenses at the time (so about $550/mo) and I didn't consider a ride to work too much to ask, especially since it wasn't on a bus route and nobody who worked there lived close by. So, when she lost her car, I was forced to quit. The hours weren't enough at the time for me to pick up my own transportation and my expenses were too high otherwise. Another job would've filled the gap, but since the other job's hours were irregular, nothing was flexible enough.

We picked everything up and moved back to Houston, begging for a place to stay with my sister. She let me stay there for ten months rent free as long as I did all the chores every day and paid my part of the groceries - thankfully I qualified for food stamps in such a low-income situation. My mother was not allowed to stay due to a strained relationship, took a job in Hawaii, then left a mere two weeks after (and they withheld all of her pay, too). She then lived at the salvation army for around a month or so, toughing things out, before she found transitional housing in a bad part of town.

I'd racked up a lot of completely useless music credits in the four or so years before this. 93 of the bastards to be exact. They're garbage now, so you're not the only one with irrelevant college experience. When I changed my major to accounting and went back to school this past spring, 12 credits transferred. So I was a freshman all over again.

And.... phew. Here we go...

I'd never had a relationship up until this point. Was totally the fat virgin stereotype, albeit with a little more class and a few extra social skills. I was there, watching skinny or buff or just well-built guys be who they were without a care in the world as to how they looked. That's a very familiar feeling, and not one enough people understand. There are "body image issues" and then there are body image issues. Basically, the former are minor flaws people nitpick to make themselves seem like the ugly underdog, to feel they can relate to others with the same iniquitous POV. The latter is borderline body dysmorphic disorder, where you either look in the mirror all the time or avoid it completely because you feel so abnormal and ugly that it interferes with your day to day activities.

For me it got worse before it got better. While bagging groceries, probably a good 3 or 4 people every day mistook me for a woman because I had long hair and man boobs the size of Kansas. They weren't quite Robert Paulson from Fight Club big, but they were plenty ample enough to confuse people on a daily basis.

Now that kind of feeling? It's just... Beyond humiliating. And I had to deal with it 4 or 5 days a week. Never mind the crummy coworkers talking behind my back, or the complete lack of friends, or having no real goals except to make what little money I could. It was an incredibly low, incredibly soul-crushing experience. Then it was stacked upon the realization of my own mortality - my quarter life crisis at 25 years old. It's not old, sure, but god damn if it doesn't FEEL like it when you have nothing to show for what you've done the past 5 or 6 years after high school. That's a long period of time to be wasting.

***

So what is it you want to hear?
 
Brief update guys.

So, as mentioned earlier I went back on Citalopram (20mg) in March and I'm starting to feel a bit better. I still occasionally have periods of being intensely miserable, but they seem to last hours rather than days/weeks.

I am however suffering from a side-effect I don't remember from last time which is that I feel intensely tired all the time. I'm sleeping plenty (at least eight hours) but I'm sleeping through my alarm and if it weren't for my girlfriend shaking me awake before she leaves for work I wouldn't get in on time at all. Once I am up, I'm tired all day - even right now, all I want to do is put my head on my desk and go to sleep.

Last time I went to see my GP he assured me that this wasn't a side-effect, but a quick Googling implies he's wrong and this is fairly common. Anyone have good ideas how to combat this? Caffeine doesn't seem to work.

The good news is that this time my libido is completely unaffected.
 
Don't know about depression, but I am in a hopeless mood recently. I don't know how wierd this sounds, but I think what I need right now is to listen to an audio that's just a person complimenting me. Don't know if it'll pull me out, but it is a strong desire I have right now. I see it sitcom a few times, but can't find one that wasn't meant to be a joke.
 
So today I booked an appointment with my doctor to talk about my issues. I've known this doctor for a very long time and I know it's going to be horrible and awkward. Feel like cancelling it.
 
So today I booked an appointment with my doctor to talk about my issues. I've known this doctor for a very long time and I know it's going to be horrible and awkward. Feel like cancelling it.

If you have trouble talking about your issues perhaps you should write them down and explain that you have trouble talking about these sort of things, that's what I did. It can get the ball rolling which is a big step.
 
I can't wait for my summer class to start, I hate staying at home all day. I would really love to play video games and watch anime, but I couldn't pull myself to do it because I just keep thinking my dad would come by and say "is that all you do, go find a job". I really want a job so I can actually enjoy what I love to do when I get home from work. I don't feel the relief before the time hits 10:00pm.
 
So life took a shit on me today and I'm feeling the most depressed I've been in years, debit card got compromised, money is gone, only have 10 in cash til the new card gets here, which usually takes a few weeks. I'm really low on stuff in the house, I'm sick, not going out to see my friend for his 21st, I'm worried about how I'm going to feed my cats, and my rental agency tried to evict me again because they lost my check again, all in the span of a few hours. This is the lowest i've felt in a really long time. On top of it I'm fairly certain I have a sleeping disorder.
 
This probably got answered here, but thread is too long.

Has anybody here had some experience with ECT treatment? My mother has had severe depression and panic attacks for many years and she will start the ECT treatment soon. I heard good things about it and it's apparently one of the most effective ways to treat depression, so... Is it really that effective? Is it worth it? etc, etc.

Thanks

Wow, good timing! I came here to post about ECT.

So I had a patient when I was on hospital service who was on a medical floor to get some other problems stabilized, but she was also suffering from the worst case of depression I have ever seen - curled in the fetal position all day, crying, did not make eye contact, flat affect, could barely speak (and I don't mean didn't feel like speaking, I mean she was physically incapable of speaking above a whisper), not eating, just completely hopeless and debilitated.

I followed the case - this was "my" patient, even though, as a medical student, all I really did for her was be a friendly face, accompany her to ECT, and have a long heart-to-heart talk about how I suffer from depression and I got better.

The most important bit: she saw noticeable improvement with three treatments, and after 7-8, I visited her (I've been off the service for about a week and a half but I promised I'd visit) and she was smiling, could walk up and down the hall, was off of fentanyl for severe chronic pain, laughed, talked in a normal voice, and discussed with me her long term plans. That was genuinely amazing. In a field where the drugs are notoriously slow to act, we made her noticeably better in one week and, after two, she was incredibly improved, ready to go home this weekend (with some follow-up outpatient ECT). She hadn't done a Beck Depression Inventory, as the medical floor wasn't really doing complete psych care, so I said "after 7-8 sessions of ECT, if 1 is the most depressed you've ever been and 10 is the happiest you've ever been, how many points of improvement would you say you've had?" Her answer? "7" That's incredible! This is about the closest thing to a medical miracle I've ever seen.

So what is ECT like? I've only observed it, but I can tell you it's nothing like what you'd see in a movie. The patient was anesthetized and had her muscles paralyzed. The seizure is seen on an EEG tracing. The most you'll see from the patient is maybe a little eyebrow wiggle. There's no actual full-body "convulsion". She woke up after maybe 20 minutes and we took her back to the floor. She had a slight headache, was a little woozy, but remembered everything up to being put under, and had no loss of earlier memories (the big risk in ECT). For session 2, she had a Tylenol before the procedure and woke up without a headache.

The big thing in ECT right now is unilateral ultra-brief ECT. So they minimize the amount of electricity they zap you with, and apply it to a smaller area of the brain. The side effects are dramatically improved.

If you have failed with several antidepressants and are profoundly depressed, ECT is definitely something to aggressively pursue. Seriously, if you feel like things are hopeless, and nothing has ever worked, consider ECT.

So why doesn't everyone get ECT? Part of it is the bad public perception, based on the way they did EEG decades again, it requires general anesthesia, so there is a tiny risk of death (you have a 1 in 250,000 chance of dying from anesthesia), and it's expensive. You can do it outpatient, but you need a nurse/technician to set up the electrodes, an anesthesiologist, a psychiatrist, another nurse or two in the room, and a nurse in the recovery area. Add in the drugs and equipment and the costs jump up again. Insurance companies would also like to pay to have you on cheap drugs forever, a little bit at a time, than make an initial large payout and have you effectively cured. Okay, so that's not entirely true - even after ECT, they'll probably keep you on an antidepressant, and many patients will need to repeat ECT at some point in the future. Still, insurance companies like cutting lots of tiny checks rather than one big one, it seems.

ECT is absolutely amazing. They do a ton of procedures every day here at a huge, famous teaching hospital, so they're really good at it. You definitively want the unilateral ultra-brief variety. There's still a risk of memory loss (I'll research the numbers on side effets), but it's way less than it used to be.

There are some meds that make it so you can't have the procedure, ditto with some medical conditions. To qualify, you're going to need good mental health coverage in your insurance, and you need it to be documented that you're very depressed and have failed a number of drugs/talk therapy.

Having said all that, super-depressed GAF, really push for ECT. If you think about it, an infection will take seven days of antibiotic, recovery from surgery can easily take more than a week, but here's psychiatry, where you don't know if the drugs are working for several weeks, with a treatment that can make you better in a week. I can't stress enough how amazing it is if it works.

And there's the other sticking point - it's not going to work for everyone, but the odds are pretty good. Don't go off and end your life or something similarly awful without giving ECT a trial for a week.

I'll talk to the physician who did "my" patient's ECT, to get the other perspective on things and report back.

Questions? Hit me with them here or over PM. Honestly, seeing this patient talking and smiling and even laughing was the most rewarding moment I've experienced in my time as a medical student.
 
Wow, good timing! I came here to post about ECT.

So I had a patient when I was on hospital service who was on a medical floor to get some other problems stabilized, but she was also suffering from the worst case of depression I have ever seen - curled in the fetal position all day, crying, did not make eye contact, flat affect, could barely speak (and I don't mean didn't feel like speaking, I mean she was physically incapable of speaking above a whisper), not eating, just completely hopeless and debilitated.

I followed the case - this was "my" patient, even though, as a medical student, all I really did for her was be a friendly face, accompany her to ECT, and have a long heart-to-heart talk about how I suffer from depression and I got better.

The most important bit: she saw noticeable improvement with three treatments, and after 7-8, I visited her (I've been off the service for about a week and a half but I promised I'd visit) and she was smiling, could walk up and down the hall, was off of fentanyl for severe chronic pain, laughed, talked in a normal voice, and discussed with me her long term plans. That was genuinely amazing. In a field where the drugs are notoriously slow to act, we made her noticeably better in one week and, after two, she was incredibly improved, ready to go home this weekend (with some follow-up outpatient ECT). She hadn't done a Beck Depression Inventory, as the medical floor wasn't really doing complete psych care, so I said "after 7-8 sessions of ECT, if 1 is the most depressed you've ever been and 10 is the happiest you've ever been, how many points of improvement would you say you've had?" Her answer? "7" That's incredible! This is about the closest thing to a medical miracle I've ever seen.

So what is ECT like? I've only observed it, but I can tell you it's nothing like what you'd see in a movie. The patient was anesthetized and had her muscles paralyzed. The seizure is seen on an EEG tracing. The most you'll see from the patient is maybe a little eyebrow wiggle. There's no actual full-body "convulsion". She woke up after maybe 20 minutes and we took her back to the floor. She had a slight headache, was a little woozy, but remembered everything up to being put under, and had no loss of earlier memories (the big risk in ECT). For session 2, she had a Tylenol before the procedure and woke up without a headache.

The big thing in ECT right now is unilateral ultra-brief ECT. So they minimize the amount of electricity they zap you with, and apply it to a smaller area of the brain. The side effects are dramatically improved.

If you have failed with several antidepressants and are profoundly depressed, ECT is definitely something to aggressively pursue. Seriously, if you feel like things are hopeless, and nothing has ever worked, consider ECT.

So why doesn't everyone get ECT? Part of it is the bad public perception, based on the way they did EEG decades again, it requires general anesthesia, so there is a tiny risk of death (you have a 1 in 250,000 chance of dying from anesthesia), and it's expensive. You can do it outpatient, but you need a nurse/technician to set up the electrodes, an anesthesiologist, a psychiatrist, another nurse or two in the room, and a nurse in the recovery area. Add in the drugs and equipment and the costs jump up again. Insurance companies would also like to pay to have you on cheap drugs forever, a little bit at a time, than make an initial large payout and have you effectively cured. Okay, so that's not entirely true - even after ECT, they'll probably keep you on an antidepressant, and many patients will need to repeat ECT at some point in the future. Still, insurance companies like cutting lots of tiny checks rather than one big one, it seems.

ECT is absolutely amazing. They do a ton of procedures every day here at a huge, famous teaching hospital, so they're really good at it. You definitively want the unilateral ultra-brief variety. There's still a risk of memory loss (I'll research the numbers on side effets), but it's way less than it used to be.

There are some meds that make it so you can't have the procedure, ditto with some medical conditions. To qualify, you're going to need good mental health coverage in your insurance, and you need it to be documented that you're very depressed and have failed a number of drugs/talk therapy.

Having said all that, super-depressed GAF, really push for ECT. If you think about it, an infection will take seven days of antibiotic, recovery from surgery can easily take more than a week, but here's psychiatry, where you don't know if the drugs are working for several weeks, with a treatment that can make you better in a week. I can't stress enough how amazing it is if it works.

And there's the other sticking point - it's not going to work for everyone, but the odds are pretty good. Don't go off and end your life or something similarly awful without giving ECT a trial for a week.

I'll talk to the physician who did "my" patient's ECT, to get the other perspective on things and report back.

Questions? Hit me with them here or over PM. Honestly, seeing this patient talking and smiling and even laughing was the most rewarding moment I've experienced in my time as a medical student.

That's great Bagels. Thanks for all that info. Will let you know how my mom does.

Another question. Are patients able to drive after the treatment?
 
My self esteem is so low, I've been emotionally abusing my girlfriend. We've now separated and are hopefully that we can both grow and I can get the help I need. I don't know where to start. I called a psychologist at a local hospital and the receptionist was incredibly rude and I was told I'd be called back soon. I really want to start ASAP. I just want to feel better, get better, and have her back in my life.
 
That's great Bagels. Thanks for all that info. Will let you know how my mom does.

Another question. Are patients able to drive after the treatment?

No problem! Glad to provide the info!

Your mom won't be able to drive after the procedure, mainly because she'll be receiving general anesthetics. It takes a couple of hours after you wake up for the drowsiness to wear off. The treatments can give you a headache or mess with your memory (a smaller risk now, but still something to consider), so there are additional reasons you won't want her driving around.
 
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