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Very Frustrated
Hi, I'm 21 and recently diagnosed with both ADD and dyscalculia. My diagnosis came as a tremendous relief to me. From my perspective, it explained quite a lot. While my verbal abilities have always been good, I've always struggled with math, time management, and of course, attention.
After getting tested nearly a month ago, the results have yet to get back to my psychiatrist. I saw him recently, and he's skeptical. He believes that I'm depressed (I'm not) and that my attention problems are manifested from problems with mood. I can understand this hypothesis: he's the most depressing person I know, and it effects my affect in his presence. He SENT me to get this testing done though. Shouldn't he trust the referral, and the diagnosis?
"Well. It sounds like you think that you can just pop a pill and have your problems solved."
No, Dr. J. That's not it at all. You're the one who put me on SSRI after SSRI thinking it would fix me, when they just made me psychotic. When those didn't work, you suggested Depakote. DEPAKOTE?! When I asked if I was bipolar, you said no. What? Why Depakote? "It helps with impulse problems." Oh. So I'll be easier to treat!
I don't want to have to ask for meds, but I'm asking for meds! And the right ones this time, thank you.
Secondly, my parents don't believe me either because I wasn't hyperactive as a child. I had "the longest attention span of any child" they know. I also had the tendency to stay up all night reading/watching tv and then sleep in class. I was very shy. Painfully shy. Suspiciously shy. Hmm.
I'm a supervisor at a coffeeshop. Tonight, like all nights, I stayed late off the clock because I'm horrible with managing my time. I counted, and recounted money. I couldn't understand why I was getting different amounts each time. I couldn't make it amount to five hundred and fifteen dollars. There was a 50 dollar bill that was throwing me off. I'm bad with odd numbers. I don't know why. I sat in the office and cried. I started pulling my hair and hitting the floor. Finally, I got it together and did my best. I think, I THINK I made it out to the correct amount. God.
For a while they thought I was stealing money because I'm so horrible at math. I don't think they suspect me anymore. Christ. If I was stealing money it would be painfully obvious, don't you think?
I'm just tired of people not believing me. And I didn't mean for this to be tl:dr. It just happens sometimes.
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