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Originally Posted by Nammu
It’s funny back in the day I had multiple problems with psych meds too. One interaction was so serious I ended up in the medical hospital for 3 days. I’ve had the not being able to pee problem and I blame psych meds for my gall bladder problems. Had surgery to remove it when I was still in my early 30’s. Then I read a book, no idea any more what the title was but it was about psych meds. Claimed you should never be given more than one new med at a time. That there should be a pause between meds of at least three weeks. I took that advice to heart. I wasn’t on any meds when I started my miracle drug, latuda. I did have side effects and switched from dinner time to bedtime and added sleep meds and the side effects were gone. I was just on those two meds for years. It was a miracle. I think pdocs are too quick to change meds and too eager to give more than one at the same time.
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Yeah, and +1 for not having thorough diagnostics. My first diagnosis was my dad telling an NP “she’s hyper and gets sad and angry,” (what 17 year old doesn’t?) and he was all “yup, sounds like bipolar.” I feel like that diagnosis was only accurate through chance because I had never really been hypomanic and definitely not manic until after trying an SSRI. I was sooo clearly struggling with ADHD and bad environment, but “gifted” enough to do okay in school. BPD ]was never even mentioned until about a year ago at 27 years old. No one thought “ED” until it turned into bulimia and I straight up asked if it’s an issue if I eat a weeks worth of food and throw it up and my therapist was like, “uhhh how long have you been doing that?”but yeah, it was okay for my weight to be in the double digits because im athletic or some shiiit.
So many useless years of overmedicating for stuff not treated with medication . My bipolar isn’t even that bad, it just looked it because there was BPD, ADHD, PTSD, drug use, and disordered eating thrown in the pile with it that no one recognized. For PTSD screening they just started with “you have any trauma?” and of course I hadn’t been to war or stabbed so I said no. Practically everyone I knew growing up was in the same boat I was if not “worse,” (if you could objectively compare traumas which you really can’t). I wasn’t crying in bed every night “I want to go home,” because I was chemically imbalanced, I was doing that because I WANTED A REAL FREAKING HOME