Introduction

[Erec]

I hoped that identifying the probable origin of my problems would lead to an improvement. Instead, I find myself counting the damage inflicted by psychiatrists: I have severe osteoporosis, unheard of for a man of my age; atrophied muscles; abnormal hormonal levels; and a likely permanent sterility. The psychiatrist stated that a quarter-century of psychiatric therapies was probably a mistake, and that my original problem was organic. Twenty-six years of illness, the nature of which no one ever investigated. No one ever even considered the symptoms I was describing. Myriads of drugs, in the most diverse combinations, with changes every three weeks. A desert in the past, a desert in the future. No one by my side, except for my mother. A colossal error.

[dollyvee]

Hi Erec,

Welcome to the forum 

I hope you find what you need here.

Like you, I have been dealing with genetic and health issues that often mimic cptsd anxiety, and/or can set off cptsd symptoms. I'm sorry that being overlooked as a child has led to a more prolonged health issues and a lost 25 years. That is a lot to contend with. For me, I grew up in an NPD household where a lot of my health issues were viewed as a nuisance, or extraneous problem, and I adopted that attitude as well until it came to the point where I *knew* that something was wrong in the body, and it wasn't in my mind, as I'd been told by doctors, or something that I could talk my out of in therapy.

I'm glad you've found something that is helping you and I hope you're able to process what has happened with enough space.

Sending you support,
dolly

[Erec]

Thank you for your words; I am truly sorry for what you've been through.

At the moment, I don't think I'm able to process what has happened to me. I write here sometimes, but I probably should start a new thread.

The truth is, I don't have many people to talk to. Ever since I realized that a simple, inexpensive blood test—if done when my problems first began—would likely have allowed me to have a normal life, people have distanced themselves. 'It is what it is now! Don't think about it,' they tell me. It seems it was easier for them to be kind to me when they thought I had an indecipherable mental problem.
I still have a long fight ahead of me to ensure that what happened is recognized. And I dread to think what they will find if this time, finally, they examine my brain.
It's likely that the effects of a difficult childhood and the genetic issue acted on the same mechanisms, amplifying each other.

It is a difficult time.