I went into a hospital’s Psychiatric Unit, at the end of September.  I stayed in-patient for 8 days.
During this time, I went for several Electro-Convulsive Therapy treatments.  In the past more primitive, less empathetic years, it was called “Shock Treatments”  After I left the hospital, I went for a few more ECT treatments.
     My experience with ECT leaves me confused, about how I think and feel about it.  I believe that it  has helped me, but I panicked in the end and quit.  I am terrified of general anesthesia, and general anesthesia is a necessity with ECT.  I have had serious problems with  anesthesia, at another hospital during ECT, in the past.  Consequently, I feared waking up during the treatment, or worse, dying from the treatment.  My fears weren’t totally rational.  On the day of my 8th treatment, I broke down, and told the Medical Assistant, that I was sorry, but I was cancelling my appointment, because I was too scared.
     ECT, can cause a loss of memory, also, and I lost a great amount.  It’s a disturbing feeling.  You feel helpless, not being able to remember things.  I had to be re-trained to do my office assistant job, which felt humiliating.  Not everyone who gets ECT, has a memory loss problems.  Everyone’s experience is different.  I would neither recommend nor disapprove of ECT, if you asked me my opinion.
     I am going through medication changes, and I think that it has also helped me.  My attitude, is getting better everyday.  I’m starting to enjoy myself again.  And I am thankful for all of the prayers that I have recieved.

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    This is inspiring to hear, I am so glad you are starting to find your path again!!

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My name is Christine and I am almost 45 years old. This is my very first blog. I am writing because I feel like I am living in a closet. But I am not gay, I am mentally ill, I have Schizoaffective Disorder. I also have PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder). Not many people know this about me. I have been fearful of “coming out”, because, frankly, the human population has not always been kind to people with mental illness. But isn’t it time that we come to accept all of our bothers & sisters, regardless of their differences?

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