2 days ago I went in for my results of my neuropsych testing. I already knew I was depressed (battling it my whole life), dealing with conversion disorder from severe PTSD and that I have high levels of anxiety, but wasn't really prepared to see "Schizoid" on the paper (I looked it up when I got home and apparently I am a 'closet schizoid' and couldn't have fit the description better if I tried). My neuropsychologist wouldn't give me a copy of my report, but he let me see bits and pieces as he was explaining. I noticed he moved quickly so I couldn't read too much :rolleyes: and would turn the paper face down when he would talk.
He just kept saying I have a lot of work ahead of me and that he thinks medication would be extremely beneficial. I explained to him that I have tried EVERY anti-depressant available as of 3 years ago and nothing has ever helped me, ever. The only thing they did do was kill my creativity and as an artist and a writer, I can't have that. So what does he tell me? "Oh you don't need anti-depressants. You need to make an appointment with a psychiatrist for ANTI-PSYCHOTICS. Tell her that the entire class of anti-depressants are not for you. You're well beyond anti-depressants."
Me: "Did you say ANTI-PSYCHOTICS???":eek:
Him: "Well I'm not saying you're psychotic or anything, but that's the medication you need."
Me: "I guess you tell that to all the nut jobs."
And he just laughed...:cautious:
So I am taking a few days to process this info and I am not sure how I feel about it. On one hand, I am happy to finally get some help because I need it and really do want it. I did make an appointment with a psychiatrist for 4 weeks from now to discuss meds. But on the other hand...one of my greatest fears is that there is something mentally messed up with me, has been brought to light. My father always told me I was crazy and he would remove things in my room to make me ask where they were and then tell me they never existed. Being called crazy is one of the worst things someone could say to me. When I was young, we called crazy people 'schizo' and to see 'schizoid' on my results threw me for a loop. I took this test and I did my best to really think about each answer so I could answer it in the most honest manner and I got very high scores in anxiety, depression and something else I can't remember. I started to 'fog out' as he was talking. I asked him for a copy of the report and he said no because it would scare me to read some of the things on it since I do not have a degree in psychology and wouldn't fully understand what it meant.
What do you think of all this? I agree with my mother when she said I'd wear glasses if I needed to, a cast if I broke a bone, take antibiotics if I had an infection...and this is no different. But to hear I need anti-psychotics is disturbing to me. Is it really no big deal?
He just kept saying I have a lot of work ahead of me and that he thinks medication would be extremely beneficial. I explained to him that I have tried EVERY anti-depressant available as of 3 years ago and nothing has ever helped me, ever. The only thing they did do was kill my creativity and as an artist and a writer, I can't have that. So what does he tell me? "Oh you don't need anti-depressants. You need to make an appointment with a psychiatrist for ANTI-PSYCHOTICS. Tell her that the entire class of anti-depressants are not for you. You're well beyond anti-depressants."
Me: "Did you say ANTI-PSYCHOTICS???":eek:
Him: "Well I'm not saying you're psychotic or anything, but that's the medication you need."
Me: "I guess you tell that to all the nut jobs."
And he just laughed...:cautious:
So I am taking a few days to process this info and I am not sure how I feel about it. On one hand, I am happy to finally get some help because I need it and really do want it. I did make an appointment with a psychiatrist for 4 weeks from now to discuss meds. But on the other hand...one of my greatest fears is that there is something mentally messed up with me, has been brought to light. My father always told me I was crazy and he would remove things in my room to make me ask where they were and then tell me they never existed. Being called crazy is one of the worst things someone could say to me. When I was young, we called crazy people 'schizo' and to see 'schizoid' on my results threw me for a loop. I took this test and I did my best to really think about each answer so I could answer it in the most honest manner and I got very high scores in anxiety, depression and something else I can't remember. I started to 'fog out' as he was talking. I asked him for a copy of the report and he said no because it would scare me to read some of the things on it since I do not have a degree in psychology and wouldn't fully understand what it meant.
What do you think of all this? I agree with my mother when she said I'd wear glasses if I needed to, a cast if I broke a bone, take antibiotics if I had an infection...and this is no different. But to hear I need anti-psychotics is disturbing to me. Is it really no big deal?