//Venting Warning//I think that I'm gonna lose my mind from the frustration of trying to find myself decent help from the system. I'm getting a very bad impression of P-docs, I'm guessing this is because the only Psychiatrists who are taking new patients are the crappy ones.Maybe? I don't know, my faith in doctors has been almost completely eroded. I mean there must be some competant doctors out there somewhere!
So after wasting 1.5 years with a nice guy who wasn't interested in really doing the work (just chatting about gardening). I had a diagnosis session by the head of mood disorders at UBC. They said yes BP2.
I was refered (before that one session) to a very authoritative doctor. She seemed like she knew her stuff but she over prescribed. And still (with all those anti psychotics anti-convulsants etc.) not really helping. She said no anti-depressants which meant that I was dopey as all get out, but also desperately sad. She said she didn't want me taking anti-depressants because that would make my manic tendancies worse. (I've never actually had a manic state, just hypo-manic. She got angry when I started taking some celexa because I was so sad and furious. That made me think that the situation (her kind of imperious bitchy way of talking to me) was not a good one. That I needed to find someone both kind and knowledgeable (gasp, that's too much to aks for)
So I called the South Mental Health Team. (found them on the internet) 13 doctors?! Support groups! Sounds great. They said they needed more info and gave me the impression they were going to help me. They asked for info from my current P-Doc and I told them that she wouldn't handle well any kind of suggestion that I was looking for help elsewhere. I warned them that she would be angry. They said don't worry. Then they called her for my file and she dumped me. You are not my patient anymore, she said, you are a patient of the SMHT. So then they didn't get back to me for ages and she wouldn't help me. I ran out of medication (she had been giving it to me a week at a time) and had to miss a day of work (I was having withdrawal) and go see my regular GP. Then they kept saying we need more time blah blah blah. Then they said that because I am not psychotic or paranoid I'm not the right kind of crazy for them. Why didn't they tell me that you need to be psychotic or paranoid to join their "team"? I guess that would involve too much honesty. You can't trust the mentally ill with the truth. They said: We won't see you because you'd be better served by out-patient at VGH (main Vancouver hospital). But that wouldn't happen until September (this was in June). They said have your GP handle your prescriptions and we'll see you for a one-time assesment so we can give you and the GP advice about medication.
So then I saw them today, after telling my life story, they said maybe you have Borderline Personality Disorder.
I know that I don't have that, but my protestations were met with: You see how you're reacting now? That's proof that you have this thing. I said (pointing to each symptom in the DSM description of BPD) "I don't have that, I don't have that" I explained this and that, They said "hmmm maybe not". But of course they couldn't change their mind because that would mean losing face. There were two of them in there. And then they said that VGH won't actually provide me with a P-doc just a course in DBT (I think it's called). So now I have no Pdoc and no prospect of that. I have a label on my file that is incorrect. I also have so much frustration that I don't know what to do with myself. I wish I could dump the whole system.
To be mistreated when it's a mental illness is worse than something physical, because everytime I try to use the system to get help for myself I have to expose my soul to these people. (I know what I have is physical too but you know what I mean) I know it would suck too if it was a more physical type problem. yeah, it would suck if I had bad care and it was a knee thing or a heart thing. But this feels so invasive because every time it feels like they're judging me, I have to talk about my deepest feelings, my relationships, my darkest thoughts, and they get to be condesending and still I get nowhere. Actually this experience was more like going backwards - at least before I called them I had a crappy P-doc, now, after their "help" I have no Pdoc and a mis-diagnosis on my file. Thanks guys!
OK. I wish I could erase this from my mind. I really don't want to feel so negative but I just feel like I'm hitting my head against a brick wall.
I mean, if this is my experience, what must the people with more serious problems encounter? I mean if I was paranoid or psychotic, if I had no job and no stable relationships for support, I would probably just collapse under the weight of the difficulty of finding proper help. I can't help fantasizing about a life without all this mess. I wonder if I could just stop this nonsense? But I can't because I do have a mental illness and I need to take medication.
I want to just be normal happy person. Do they exist?
Thanks for reading this vent, guys. You actually got to the end?
Sorry if this is too long for this type forum, but I needed to get it out. (deep sigh) I feel better already.
Big Hug to y'all for being there.
So after wasting 1.5 years with a nice guy who wasn't interested in really doing the work (just chatting about gardening). I had a diagnosis session by the head of mood disorders at UBC. They said yes BP2.
I was refered (before that one session) to a very authoritative doctor. She seemed like she knew her stuff but she over prescribed. And still (with all those anti psychotics anti-convulsants etc.) not really helping. She said no anti-depressants which meant that I was dopey as all get out, but also desperately sad. She said she didn't want me taking anti-depressants because that would make my manic tendancies worse. (I've never actually had a manic state, just hypo-manic. She got angry when I started taking some celexa because I was so sad and furious. That made me think that the situation (her kind of imperious bitchy way of talking to me) was not a good one. That I needed to find someone both kind and knowledgeable (gasp, that's too much to aks for)
So I called the South Mental Health Team. (found them on the internet) 13 doctors?! Support groups! Sounds great. They said they needed more info and gave me the impression they were going to help me. They asked for info from my current P-Doc and I told them that she wouldn't handle well any kind of suggestion that I was looking for help elsewhere. I warned them that she would be angry. They said don't worry. Then they called her for my file and she dumped me. You are not my patient anymore, she said, you are a patient of the SMHT. So then they didn't get back to me for ages and she wouldn't help me. I ran out of medication (she had been giving it to me a week at a time) and had to miss a day of work (I was having withdrawal) and go see my regular GP. Then they kept saying we need more time blah blah blah. Then they said that because I am not psychotic or paranoid I'm not the right kind of crazy for them. Why didn't they tell me that you need to be psychotic or paranoid to join their "team"? I guess that would involve too much honesty. You can't trust the mentally ill with the truth. They said: We won't see you because you'd be better served by out-patient at VGH (main Vancouver hospital). But that wouldn't happen until September (this was in June). They said have your GP handle your prescriptions and we'll see you for a one-time assesment so we can give you and the GP advice about medication.
So then I saw them today, after telling my life story, they said maybe you have Borderline Personality Disorder.
I know that I don't have that, but my protestations were met with: You see how you're reacting now? That's proof that you have this thing. I said (pointing to each symptom in the DSM description of BPD) "I don't have that, I don't have that" I explained this and that, They said "hmmm maybe not". But of course they couldn't change their mind because that would mean losing face. There were two of them in there. And then they said that VGH won't actually provide me with a P-doc just a course in DBT (I think it's called). So now I have no Pdoc and no prospect of that. I have a label on my file that is incorrect. I also have so much frustration that I don't know what to do with myself. I wish I could dump the whole system.
To be mistreated when it's a mental illness is worse than something physical, because everytime I try to use the system to get help for myself I have to expose my soul to these people. (I know what I have is physical too but you know what I mean) I know it would suck too if it was a more physical type problem. yeah, it would suck if I had bad care and it was a knee thing or a heart thing. But this feels so invasive because every time it feels like they're judging me, I have to talk about my deepest feelings, my relationships, my darkest thoughts, and they get to be condesending and still I get nowhere. Actually this experience was more like going backwards - at least before I called them I had a crappy P-doc, now, after their "help" I have no Pdoc and a mis-diagnosis on my file. Thanks guys!
OK. I wish I could erase this from my mind. I really don't want to feel so negative but I just feel like I'm hitting my head against a brick wall.
I mean, if this is my experience, what must the people with more serious problems encounter? I mean if I was paranoid or psychotic, if I had no job and no stable relationships for support, I would probably just collapse under the weight of the difficulty of finding proper help. I can't help fantasizing about a life without all this mess. I wonder if I could just stop this nonsense? But I can't because I do have a mental illness and I need to take medication.
I want to just be normal happy person. Do they exist?
Thanks for reading this vent, guys. You actually got to the end?
Sorry if this is too long for this type forum, but I needed to get it out. (deep sigh) I feel better already.
Big Hug to y'all for being there.
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