Grant
07-21-2008, 03:43 PM
Last summer I was finally properly diagnosed with Adult ADHD (without the H, which is probably how they missed it.) Forever, I've been dealt the depression card and prescribed treatments (counseling and a horrifying array of medications that made things even worse).
Finally, the right diagnosis and the right treatment (10mg of Adderall twice daily) I felt transformed. I felt able to focus on tasks and not marinate in my depressive feelings. I could make plans and follow through. I could balance areas of my life, whereas before I let all my relationships (not that I actually ahd any outside the theraputic one with my counselor) and other junk go to see. I managed to finish my Masters degree, no small feat, I know. But everything else was tossed in service of that specific goal.
Then I lost my job, and my insurance, and while money was okay, it wasn't enough to, pay for psychiatric visits, particularly when my treatment team wasn't exactly top notch to begin with (it took them three years to figure out it *wasn't* depression).
I had already had some difficulty with my primary provider; he's staunchly against adderall and other stimulant medications, and while he was willing to prescribe them for one time, it wasn't enough time to find another psychiatrist. For the private payee, the wait for a psych is about three months, through the county, if you're not in acute crisis it's about seven or eight months. I live a very rural community where you just can't provider shop.
I do not have any addiction issues; I was very judicious with my medications, reported all my reactions, etc and did not abuse them. However, my primary care doc will not prescribe them to me.
So my life sits on hold. I have an appointment with a psych in October, the earliest appt I could get. I am not in therapy and most days I do not leave the house except to get money from the ATM and because I force myself not to drive and take a 30 minute walk around my neighborhood. This is in stark contrast to me last summer where I was writing, going to the gym every day, taking a belly dancing class, working and trying to let myself date, even though I'm pretty convinced that I'm too ugly for love.
Ironically, the thing my primary doc was most concerned about happened *after* I stopped adderall; dramatic weight loss. While I was certainly obese at 5'2/270 at the start of my treatment, within seven months i was at a comfortable-for-me weight 190 pounds. I was happy, fit and felt healthy, even though I'm sure I look quite fat to other. Since getting off the meds I rarely eat and am now 140, though I haven't weighed myself in a month or so.
I just don't know what to do. I have an appointment with my primary doc in two weeks, but it's just for asthma medications. The isolation and rapid decline of the quality of my life just makes it even harder to try anymore.
Finally, the right diagnosis and the right treatment (10mg of Adderall twice daily) I felt transformed. I felt able to focus on tasks and not marinate in my depressive feelings. I could make plans and follow through. I could balance areas of my life, whereas before I let all my relationships (not that I actually ahd any outside the theraputic one with my counselor) and other junk go to see. I managed to finish my Masters degree, no small feat, I know. But everything else was tossed in service of that specific goal.
Then I lost my job, and my insurance, and while money was okay, it wasn't enough to, pay for psychiatric visits, particularly when my treatment team wasn't exactly top notch to begin with (it took them three years to figure out it *wasn't* depression).
I had already had some difficulty with my primary provider; he's staunchly against adderall and other stimulant medications, and while he was willing to prescribe them for one time, it wasn't enough time to find another psychiatrist. For the private payee, the wait for a psych is about three months, through the county, if you're not in acute crisis it's about seven or eight months. I live a very rural community where you just can't provider shop.
I do not have any addiction issues; I was very judicious with my medications, reported all my reactions, etc and did not abuse them. However, my primary care doc will not prescribe them to me.
So my life sits on hold. I have an appointment with a psych in October, the earliest appt I could get. I am not in therapy and most days I do not leave the house except to get money from the ATM and because I force myself not to drive and take a 30 minute walk around my neighborhood. This is in stark contrast to me last summer where I was writing, going to the gym every day, taking a belly dancing class, working and trying to let myself date, even though I'm pretty convinced that I'm too ugly for love.
Ironically, the thing my primary doc was most concerned about happened *after* I stopped adderall; dramatic weight loss. While I was certainly obese at 5'2/270 at the start of my treatment, within seven months i was at a comfortable-for-me weight 190 pounds. I was happy, fit and felt healthy, even though I'm sure I look quite fat to other. Since getting off the meds I rarely eat and am now 140, though I haven't weighed myself in a month or so.
I just don't know what to do. I have an appointment with my primary doc in two weeks, but it's just for asthma medications. The isolation and rapid decline of the quality of my life just makes it even harder to try anymore.