The first pdoc I had was really caring......went through a lot with him being very suidical & having many attempts during the time I was seeing him. He would actually hold my meds & I would have to come in every few days to get the ones for the next couple of days. He tried a lot of different meds on me but the side effects were so horrible. He would end up putting me in the hospital when trying to change or make med adjustments......think I was in the hospital more with him than out......when I had a bad time, he would expect a call & would end up getting you admitted rather than letting it go to an OD. He was also the one that got me into an ED treatment center....but what he didn't understand was that it was the Prozac in the first place that triggered the anorexia....along with the desire to not want to continue living. Had one serious OD that landed me on a breathing tube in ICU while I was being discharged from the psych ward.....but after so many OD's he refused to see me any longer.

I ended up in another hospital after an OD & was assigned a new pdoc....one that specialized in trials & medications & unusual treatments which really worked for me much better. At first I fought being assigned to him.....but the second day when we had a chance to really talk & I started to get to know him & felt that he was getting to know me rather than just shove meds at me, we came to a much better understanding. We tried alternative treatments trying the light box & finally came up with the Omega 3 EPA before I left 6 years ago. He would end up putting me in the hospital during his tries with other meds because I always had horrible side effects even with him......& I was having some pretty bad times at home with abuse by that time.....turned out he became my H's pdoc also & my T ended up being the T my H went to while we sort of did some marriage counseling through him....it was basically useless.....& they supported my leaving when I finally got out. Only bad thing I can say was that he didn't understand the trauma I was going through with the home care person when my mother was dying of cancer.....& tried to excuse what was happening away to the fact I was loosing weight & having anorexia problems again....but that was because of the stress I was going through with the trauma & the fact that I had been really sick a few months prior with asthma from the smoke of a forest fire.......I didn't get the support I really needed through the trauma.....he just didn't get it....but I was struggling to figure out what was happening also.....so I can't totally blame him.....it was a frightening situation I was in & so not something that normally happens to people.....but all in all, me was pretty good in most ways & did try to listen.