I was through life with an undiagnosed social anxiety disorder. When I became unable to function, I started trying to find a doctor who could help me. I saw so many jokers- some PhDs, social workers, etc. but they didn't understand my disorder; I had to educate each one. No one person's disorder is "textbook". I eventually found a psycopharmacologist (sp?) who balanced out medications so that I could go through life with no anxiety plus no "doped up" feeling. He saved my life. The biggest drawback is that, once I had my life back, no-one knew who I was! I was always too shy to speak up or participate in sports, and suddenly I was running around going out, learning to swim, ski, etc!!! I was embarassed to tell everyone that the "old me" was a "diseased me" & I could function again due to DRUGS: ooohhhh, how horrible!!!! Don't tell anyone that!!!
Now the downside is that my Dr. of 12 years retired. He left me with a list of his colleagues, and I've been going through them- each one is worse than the last. My GP is threatening to "cut off my meds": she agreed to continue writing scripts for me until I found a new psychiatrist, but now my insurance won't cover one. WHY IS LIFE SO HARD????
My opinion is that NO ONE knows you like you do, and no one can help you unless they are willing to sit down and listen, then give their opinion. You may have to go through a bunch of well-educated morons. And, even though one Dr. may be a moron for your issues, maybe they have some talent with some other speciality (dog traing? ;0) )
We can't diagnose any disorder here on a board. All we can do is support one another. One thing I HAVE learned: If you think you're crazy, or bipolar, you aren't. Truley sick people will deny, deny, deny- then blame it on everyone else: they are the crazy ones.
That being said, I have "diagnosed" (through observation) that the younger of my 2 half-bros has a deep detachment disorder. He has scary mood swings. He has ripped into all of us supportive family members savagely, and made scenes during holiday get-togethers. I would NEVER tell him he needs help b/c I'm afraid he'd kill me. P. S. We're all very much adults; I'm 52, my brother is 62 & my other 1/2 bro is 65. My oldest 1/2 bro is the most wonderful person in the world, and it's b/c he's had extensive counseling. We three had an abusive father and an absent (emotionally) mother, and this is the damage it's caused. My Dad passed away 3 years ago, and it's been healing for us all: not the least b/c we are now free of our truely insane step-mother.
Wow, sorry- I haven't had anyone to talk to for a long time.
4 bettas: Butch, 3-year-old violet male PK EE & 3 girls in a 30 gal sorority. I do not name the girls anymore! 1/2 of them die within a month.
30 gal: 9 Oto cats, 4 Ocellifer cats. Inverts: Cherry shrimp & 2 assasin snails.
10 gal.: Butch, his 5 oto cats, 3 assasin snails, and a few snails the assassins haven't caught.
Last edited by Xaltd1; 03-11-2013 at 04:18 PM.