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Originally Posted by fern46
Thanks BirdDancer for that information. It may be worth getting checked out myself. I've never had mood swings and I've never experienced depression or even mania before this. I was about to turn 38 when all of this started for me. My doctor mentioned something hormonal or adrenal might have caused the episode. I wonder if women go through a shift at that period in life.
I spoke gibberish as well at times and had several violent outbursts. I literally kicked a wall down in my home. I remember that part of the episode. I had a lot of blackouts too. I just read amnesia is common with TLE. I also experienced auditory hallucinations as well as visual hallucinations. One of the hallucinations prompted the kicking down of the wall. I also thought the pictures on the wall were moving and I smashed them. That's the point my husband had to call 911 to have me detained. It was all very surreal and scary. My kids witnessed some of it. My husband was so amazing and somehow kept us all safe physically. I pray every day that it will never happen again. It traumatized us all. We're all in therapy.
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That does sound scary, fern! A hormonal issue may also be addressed by perhaps a different type of doctor. I would get any proper recommendations from a doctor on who to consult.
I like the Johns Hopkins brief description of focal seizures (aka simple/complex partial) at
Focal Seizures | Johns Hopkins Medicine The simple type can easily turn complex. Their description of the simple is more detailed than the complex. When complex, the memory of them disappears, to my knowledge. I know that I have had situations with blackouts. I'm not sure if they were seizure-related or dissociation. I do know that I've asked people I was with what happened during my "blackout" periods. They said I was seemingly not having a seizure. It is my guess that I once said something quite disinhibited during such a period. I have also had several hallucinations and illusions during such periods. I once became convinced of something and I would not let it go. My psychiatrist insisted I was wrong. I pushed until he was pretty much yelling at me and I was crying. It was severely disturbing.