Anonymous wrote:a friend of mine had the experience of a mother who was mentally unwell (i think bipolar) most of her life. toward the end she found the right drugs and was happy and stable --and then she got cancer and died like 2 years later. It was so sad.
My mom is on a cocktail of things now for dementia agitation, paranoia and aggression--buspar, risperidone, zoloft. None of it seems to help. She has always had anxiety and depression and its like it just increased 25 fold, with nothing to tether her to reality. we are trying seroquel next.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My now deceased mother was prescribed an SSRI. She took it when she remembered -so sporadically- then up and stopped taking it but didn’t disclose these facts until she had a horrible constellation of mental, physical and psychological problems.
It was too little, too late. I believe she lived her life with untreated bipolar disorder.
That's really sad. I wonder if people with bipolar might be more inclined to stop taking medicine because they think they are "better" when they are on the upswing?
OP
PP and yes - this is definitely a thing. My mom was extremely hesitant to take most all meds and was distrustful of doctors. So she reluctantly took SSRIs and we all held our breath.
Barely gave meds time to work before she just stopped.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My now deceased mother was prescribed an SSRI. She took it when she remembered -so sporadically- then up and stopped taking it but didn’t disclose these facts until she had a horrible constellation of mental, physical and psychological problems.
It was too little, too late. I believe she lived her life with untreated bipolar disorder.
That's really sad. I wonder if people with bipolar might be more inclined to stop taking medicine because they think they are "better" when they are on the upswing?
OP
Anonymous wrote:My FIL finally got on an antidepressant. He is still a horrible, horrible father and person. Hard to tell if it really helped when his baseline behavior is so horrendous, but I guess he is not worse and perhaps, a bit peppier now that he is convinced the pills are reversing this odd neurological disorder where you're unhappy all the time and yell at people and can't sleep and ruminate a lot over how he's retired and it turns out his horrible behavior means that nobody cares about him anymore except his family who he never cared about and in fact was an abusive horrible jackass to forever and ever continuing to today.
(God bless that neurologist who convinced him to take the pills, because he sure was never going to take mental health medication otherwise despite many, many doctors recommending psychiatric treatment as he trundled from one to the next, convinced that regular signs of aging = imminent death despite extensive, extensive testing showing he was...just old. and in great [phsysical] shape for his age.)
Anonymous wrote:My now deceased mother was prescribed an SSRI. She took it when she remembered -so sporadically- then up and stopped taking it but didn’t disclose these facts until she had a horrible constellation of mental, physical and psychological problems.
It was too little, too late. I believe she lived her life with untreated bipolar disorder.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My elderly parent has depressive disorder and anxiety and this turned into belittling and criticizing us nonstop our whole lives.
After MANY years, my parent’s doctor somehow got them on antidepressants.
They are a new person. The anxiety is still there at times as is the manipulation, but the screaming is reduced. They seem happy finally.
At times, I feel mad they didn’t go on these drugs ages ago and spare me the years of verbal abuse.
Anyone else have a similar thing happen?
Yes. I wonder if my whole childhood could have different.
Anonymous wrote:My elderly parent has depressive disorder and anxiety and this turned into belittling and criticizing us nonstop our whole lives.
After MANY years, my parent’s doctor somehow got them on antidepressants.
They are a new person. The anxiety is still there at times as is the manipulation, but the screaming is reduced. They seem happy finally.
At times, I feel mad they didn’t go on these drugs ages ago and spare me the years of verbal abuse.
Anyone else have a similar thing happen?