Fascinating perspective about ECT in the treatment of depression.
I’m still shocked that I had the guts to request ECT, otherwise known as electroconvulsive therapy or electroshock. (Yeah, I like the third term “electroshock” best…NOT!) There was nothing other than pure desperation that drove me to do something so frightening.
It was January of 2009. I had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder two years before, and I was teetering on the edge of sanity. Then my father died. If you read the previous post “Stigma – Part Two” you know that my relationship with my father was a close one, and I loved him unreservedly. His health had been failing for several years before he passed away, but each time it seemed that he reached his end, he’d make a miraculous recovery. No matter how many remarkable recoveries Dad made, I knew that it was inevitable that I would lose him forever. I had been dreading his death every…
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