I don't know about others with my illness but it became untenable when I hit puberty. I was simply, extremely depressed. I had Kaiser coverage and they had me in group therapy. It didn't help. My counselor got a close up though, was extremely worried,and I got the coveted psychiatrist referral.
For some reason no medical professional actually saw what I had until I was 32.
Anyway the venerated expert put me on Prozac. It made me suicidal. Ever since, severe depressions have me suicidal. But not in over a decade which is pretty impressive when you consider what I've been through.
I ended up in a hospital for a month. Even then they didn't want to let me go, but my insurance ran out. They didn't connect the dots and kept me on 40 mg Prozac a day for 3 more years. It wasn't easy.
I was in weekly counseling paid for by Dad. A while ago I calculated what he spent could have been a good college education.
That's it for now.
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