Hello. I was diagnosed with Autism in late Aug. 1984. Over the years I’ve had panic attacks, strong unipolar depression and generalized anxiety condition. I later developed Latent Autoimmune Diabetes of Adults in late August 2008.
I’ve wanted (on numerous occasions) to end my own suffering.
I was admitted to the psych ward seven times (Aug 2000-Dec 2013), four for the Genesis Medical Davenport, two at University of Iowa Hospitals and Clinics and once at Covenant Medical Center in Waterloo.
I’ve suffered dearly, though I hope something becomes better for me during the upcoming years. I’m wanting work for Autism Society or similar groups of Autism related networks to help others with Autism.
I am 25 years old, but I had my first panic attack at age 8 and was always compulsive as a child. I liked routine, became flustered if it was interrupted, I still do.
Fast forward to age 13 my first breakdown, where I didn’t leave my house for a full month after contracting a nasty flu virus. My parents took me to the doctor who ran blood work, said I was fine and could go back to school, so I did, a shell of my former self.
I am a 30 year old Navy Veteran and college student. I suffer from Generalized Anxiety Disorder with depression. About to weeks ago I was in my medical anthropology class. We were having a class discussion and a student asked why psychological pain wasn’t a valid form of pain. Another student said because it doesn’t effect the persons quality of life.
This is the first year that I openly observed MENTAL ILLNESS AWARENESS WEEK. For too long I have hidden behind medication and circumstances and often suffered “secretly” with my illness.
I was diagnosed over 20 years ago with mild to severe depression and generalized anxiety disorder. God has made it possible for me to accomplish great things and reach goals in spite of my condition. With the help of my family I have managed to raise two great sons; Ashton (22) and Braylon (17) …and Rugby. Mental Illness is real and too often we brush it off and nobody knows what it means to deal with such an illness.
I’m not afraid of a “label”…It’s who I am. The first step is acceptance. I have daily devotional time and manage my medication which makes it possible for me to live a professional and productive life.
As an adolescent, life was chaotic and convoluted. To be honest it was such a whirlwind that I don’t remember fractions of time. As a young adult, my life took a turn for the worse. Entering high school I was set to be on the college prep track. It was in high school that I experienced my first symptoms of mental illness. My freshman year I was sexually violated and fell into a clinical depression. I stopped talking. I couldn’t do simple tasks. My grades fell from A’s and B’s to D’s and F’s. My mom talked took me to my primary doctor. He said that I had clinical depression and prescribed Paxil. By my senior year I was in full blown mania. (See you can’t put a person with bipolar on an anti-depressant without a mood stabilizer) but no one knew. That led to my first hospitalization.
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