littleoc
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I have never been satisfied with psychiatrists in the past. Not because they aren't good people, but because I feel they either aren't listening or that they're just kind of not researching what they're doing, and not including me in the decision.
Extremely brief history:
My very first psychiatrist told me I was faking an allergic reaction to Lamictal (not sure of spelling) when my tongue and throat was swelling. My mother was trying to show him (I was 13) and he kept repeating that only 1 in 10,000 people get that reaction, and therefore I was faking it.
I was taken to a new psychiatrist called Ms. Strawberry (obviously wasn't her real name) and we got along well enough, except that then she wanted to talk to me exclusively via webcam and it terrified me, felt awkward, and I was positive my dad was spying on us so I wouldn't say a word after a while.
I started going to a nonprofit office called Centerstone after that. First doctor I had asked me what suicide attempts I had had right in front of my mother and my sister. He told me I smiled too much.
Stopped seeing him after that. My mom was in charge of my life at the time and was offended at the man, told me I was never going back there. She then said there were no other places to go so I had no psychiatrist for a long time.
After I was last hospitalized and was over 18, I got a new psychiatrist but due to a mistake in the hospital's records, I was given a children's psychiatrist who told me she wasn't able to prescribe me anything (but I could play with the moon sand and the doll house). After I was out of medications, I was transferred to a nice person who is an alumnus from my high school. So there was some bonding there and it seemed promising. Sort of went downhill when literally five minutes after I said that I had used Clonodine to attempt suicide, she began prescribing me Clonodine.
I decided to keep her anyway because it seemed like a dumb idea to keep shopping around after that incident. It probably didn't seem like a big deal to her anyway.
Problem is, when I first started really posting on this site (less than a year ago), I posted in one person's thread that I felt my psychiatrist wasn't taking me seriously. She wasn't prescribing me anything new for my symptoms of anxiety, depression, or for OCD. She would comment every time I asked for something to help me, "Are you sure you want to take the big drugs?" She'd say it doubtfully like I didn't know what I was asking for. Or maybe didn't believe me that my symptoms were bothering me.
I've finally convinced her about the anxiety after several months, though. She started giving me prazosin in the day time (makes me tired), and when that didn't work, she added on a new medication Buspirone, which I take with Prazosin morning and night.
She also gave me a ton of Concerta, which is 130$ with insurance, but seems to lift my depression and help organize my thoughts (especially related to impulsive or racing thoughts). This was only after I had been asking for about a year, for school-related reasons. She said the law was in her way. I'm not sure what she meant, though, because later she just prescribed it without there being any issues.
I think she's a smart person, though, and I don't personally know drugs like a psychiatrist does, so I don't know if she's helping me or not? She seems to care about asking me how I've been, and she doesn't seem hateful or anything. She seems to like me and she always thanks me for my honesty. Which makes me think that this might be more of a me problem.
Can you tell from this post alone?
Thank for any help :) or support, it's okay if you have no idea. I sure don't
Extremely brief history:
My very first psychiatrist told me I was faking an allergic reaction to Lamictal (not sure of spelling) when my tongue and throat was swelling. My mother was trying to show him (I was 13) and he kept repeating that only 1 in 10,000 people get that reaction, and therefore I was faking it.
I was taken to a new psychiatrist called Ms. Strawberry (obviously wasn't her real name) and we got along well enough, except that then she wanted to talk to me exclusively via webcam and it terrified me, felt awkward, and I was positive my dad was spying on us so I wouldn't say a word after a while.
I started going to a nonprofit office called Centerstone after that. First doctor I had asked me what suicide attempts I had had right in front of my mother and my sister. He told me I smiled too much.
Stopped seeing him after that. My mom was in charge of my life at the time and was offended at the man, told me I was never going back there. She then said there were no other places to go so I had no psychiatrist for a long time.
After I was last hospitalized and was over 18, I got a new psychiatrist but due to a mistake in the hospital's records, I was given a children's psychiatrist who told me she wasn't able to prescribe me anything (but I could play with the moon sand and the doll house). After I was out of medications, I was transferred to a nice person who is an alumnus from my high school. So there was some bonding there and it seemed promising. Sort of went downhill when literally five minutes after I said that I had used Clonodine to attempt suicide, she began prescribing me Clonodine.
I decided to keep her anyway because it seemed like a dumb idea to keep shopping around after that incident. It probably didn't seem like a big deal to her anyway.
Problem is, when I first started really posting on this site (less than a year ago), I posted in one person's thread that I felt my psychiatrist wasn't taking me seriously. She wasn't prescribing me anything new for my symptoms of anxiety, depression, or for OCD. She would comment every time I asked for something to help me, "Are you sure you want to take the big drugs?" She'd say it doubtfully like I didn't know what I was asking for. Or maybe didn't believe me that my symptoms were bothering me.
I've finally convinced her about the anxiety after several months, though. She started giving me prazosin in the day time (makes me tired), and when that didn't work, she added on a new medication Buspirone, which I take with Prazosin morning and night.
She also gave me a ton of Concerta, which is 130$ with insurance, but seems to lift my depression and help organize my thoughts (especially related to impulsive or racing thoughts). This was only after I had been asking for about a year, for school-related reasons. She said the law was in her way. I'm not sure what she meant, though, because later she just prescribed it without there being any issues.
I think she's a smart person, though, and I don't personally know drugs like a psychiatrist does, so I don't know if she's helping me or not? She seems to care about asking me how I've been, and she doesn't seem hateful or anything. She seems to like me and she always thanks me for my honesty. Which makes me think that this might be more of a me problem.
Can you tell from this post alone?
Thank for any help :) or support, it's okay if you have no idea. I sure don't