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These are the stories of some
depression victims, what happened to them and how they're dealing
with it. Maybe you can identify with the writers. Maybe you
can learn from their stories.
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you're done reading, you can share your story too.
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| annie - ladyamk@prodigy.net | | Comments - Please help me...
I had ECT 3 years ago and my life has been ruined..
What can I do? I want to sue the doctor and hospital. Can I?
Someone please get back to me |
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| Sheila Parker - nitenikita@usa.net | | Comments - My story I thought was over until a week ago, when I was informed that I have a seizure disorder that is most probably a result of the 30 shock treatemnts I received in 2 different series 9 years apart. I received the first series at age 16 after the stillbirth of my son, I received 14 at that time and then I went through another bout of depression at age 25 at which time I received an additional 16 treatments. I thought my main residual effects were memory loss and slurred speech, but then about 2 months ago I began having blackouts that there was no known cause for, after having an MRI which showed no tumors or lesions on my brain, they did an EEG, this showed Frontal Lobe Seizures. I was hospitalized for two days after one of these blackouts. I was informed at that time that the EEG showed the seizure activity that was classified as idiopathic until I told them of the shock treatments. I was then told that there is a 95% chance that the seizures are caused from the shock treatments. I lived in Texas at the time of the treatments and am now a resident of Washington state and want so much to something to have this barbaric practice banned so other people don't have to go through these devastating effects in their lifetime. Seomething new showing up 25 years after the fact I find amazing. |
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| Susan A. Wahl - sawahl@clam.rutgers.edu | | Comments - The 2d anniversary (someday I'll have a better word) for the ECT treatment is coming soon. So is the 5th anniversary of my mother's death. I didn't know until this past year that the hospital admission during which I received ECT was three years and one day after my mom died. Neither occasion are cause for celebration; in fact, they are and forever will be days of sadness and regret. I do remember the hour my mother passed on -- it was at night, and shortly after she died a storm suddenly came. There was intense thunder, the wind picked up, the lights flickered, some rain, and then all of the sudden it stopped. The day of my hospital admission is marked with a brief snapshot of being at a meeting sponsored by the Arthritis Foundation and having to leave because I was "not with it." I don't remember anything beyond that, for the next three weeks and almost two years before, albeit a few snapshot memories, of suddenly remembering the psychiatrist who administered the ECT. He was the same person who told me that last spring that he did not want another person die on him. And I allowed this "physician" to treat me with ECT. I only remember one morning when I was receiving ECT, remembering the gel being put on my forehead (or was it my hairline?) I don't remember painting the lighthouse scene that my father took home and had professionally framed, and is now hanging in the livingroom. I remember the smell of coffee on the morning, when I was passing the hospital's coffee shop returning from discussing my treatment at the medical school across the street. What I said, I have absolutely no recollection of. I vaguely remember being discharged, but I do not remember why I was brought back to the hospital less than one week after I had received 6 ECT treatments. The attending who administered the ECT treatments had the last word on readmitting me--even my HMO apparently was permitting readmission, but since I only had three covered hospital days left, the hospital decided not to readmit me although it claims on billboards around my state that it never turned anyone away. The hospital was the same place where I was born, had my tonsils taken out, treated me after my spine was fractured, and the same place where two years of memories were taken away from me. But, for whatever reason, it would not readmit me, even as a charity patient.
That hospitalization was the worse mistake I have ever made. After two years of research, meeting others who suffered far worse that I have, and learning to distrust doctors, mental health professionals, and despising anyone who claims my memory loss is "anecdotal," I am finding strength in speaking out against this biased, archaic, barbaric, poorly researched, unscientific and detrimental psychiatric treatment. |
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