All right; I've been diagnosed with depression, Generalised Anxiety Disorder, Autism Spectrum Disorder (which I knew about for a long time), and PTSD (due to a horrific grade school experience.)
I only got diagnosed with everything but the ASD in April; I had to go to the office because one of my teachers reported me to the Office for Student Relations; After a 50-minute interrogation from the people at the college, I was told that I couldn't go back to school until I got a note from a mental health professional that said I was fit to go back to school; I only missed about half a week, although unfortunately, one of those days I missed was Toms' One Day Without Shoes, and, as someone who likes to see girls' feet, missing that meant a lot to me. I was put on Viibryd and Abilify. Eventually, my relationship with my Psychiatrist and me soured because he turned out to be a complete drip. The final straw came when I confessed that a teacher was stressing me out to the point where I contemplated suicide, and he upped my dosage of Abilify. While, normally, the Viibryd and Abilify had no effect whatsoever on me, the increased dosage of Abilify made me disoriented, and I could neither hold down food nor stand upright for too long. I haven't seen him since; for all I know, he probably thinks I jumped off the Michigan Avenue Bridge. I have since cut down on the Abilify and Viibryd; and, since my finals week, I haven't taken either one; according to my therapist and my Dad, he has seen no sign of anything different since I got off them.
I'm currently going to see a Therapist in Northbrook and things are good with her.
I have never been forced to go to a mental hospital.
I only got diagnosed with everything but the ASD in April; I had to go to the office because one of my teachers reported me to the Office for Student Relations; After a 50-minute interrogation from the people at the college, I was told that I couldn't go back to school until I got a note from a mental health professional that said I was fit to go back to school; I only missed about half a week, although unfortunately, one of those days I missed was Toms' One Day Without Shoes, and, as someone who likes to see girls' feet, missing that meant a lot to me. I was put on Viibryd and Abilify. Eventually, my relationship with my Psychiatrist and me soured because he turned out to be a complete drip. The final straw came when I confessed that a teacher was stressing me out to the point where I contemplated suicide, and he upped my dosage of Abilify. While, normally, the Viibryd and Abilify had no effect whatsoever on me, the increased dosage of Abilify made me disoriented, and I could neither hold down food nor stand upright for too long. I haven't seen him since; for all I know, he probably thinks I jumped off the Michigan Avenue Bridge. I have since cut down on the Abilify and Viibryd; and, since my finals week, I haven't taken either one; according to my therapist and my Dad, he has seen no sign of anything different since I got off them.
I'm currently going to see a Therapist in Northbrook and things are good with her.
I have never been forced to go to a mental hospital.
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I was born with the gift of laughter and a sense the world is mad.
I was born with the gift of laughter and a sense the world is mad.
