I wish i have disorders?

I got out because I read all of my rights and found that if I sign a 5-day release form I will be released. I asked for one and they said they'd give it to me, but they never did. So, what I did was (when I was still on the second floor) I grabbed a regular piece of paper, wrote that I would like to be released, signed it, dated it and then gave it to them. Five days later I was on the third floor with all the nuts. I kept telling them about the five day that I signed and gave to them, but they thought I was crazy. They gave me more injections. A few days later someone found the note. They apologized profusely and let me go. I still don't have enough money to bring a lawsuit against them.

You'll be charged around $100 - $150 every time you go to their office afterwards. And they'll prescribe you medication that will change who you are before you ever get to know yourself. They'll rob you of your identity with the pills that you pay for. You'll become dependent on them. You'll give up your rights to join many federal branches of the government because of the disorder you've been diagnosed with. You can't be in the military, the peace corps or any adventurous jobs. You'll be denied medical clearance and be permanently disqualified for all of it.

I used to go to the University of Chicago. Now I've been dismissed from that school because I stopped turning in my work because I thought I had bipolar disorder. I didn't. The Dean of Students dismissed me because she thought I was nuts and was causing trouble. I've been fine for a year now -- no nervous breakdowns, kept up jobs. But I've been getting paid minimum wage: washing dishes, waiting tables, making sandwiches and bussing tables. My dad died and I still made it through alright. I gave the eulogy and took charge of the funeral proceedings (we didn't go through a funeral home). I tried to join the army, but I got disqualified due to my stay in the psych ward. I tried to join the peace corps, but they denied me too.

My life was going great. Now it's a mess. Just be grateful for what you have and work hard everyday. I got lazy. All I had was bad work ethic.

The Doctor will have absolute power over your life. You'll only see her 15 minutes a day, in the morning. If you want to say something to her, you'll have to wait till the next day. The seconds will drag on and you can only move from your room to the community room. The walls are drab and the people there are not interesting. You'll start to give replies to them that they won't like: causing trouble. I talked to a guy who was in there for "gambling" issues and convinced him that his wife just wanted the house to herself. When the counselors or nurses start an activity they would ask "why are you here?" Everyone else would respond because they have a problem: drugs or alcohol. I would respond "so this hospital can profit and give you a paycheck." I would tell them that I'd like to leave, but they would tell me I can't. I'd tell them I'd like to speak to the Patient Advocate. In 5 days I never got to see the Patient Advocate. After "not complying" (comply: an archaic word. We shouldn't be forced to comply) -- which is a cardinal sin in the psychiatric community -- I was sent to the third floor. I was making phone calls from the public phone booth to call an attorney to get me out of there. 5 or 6 nurses surrounded me and told me I was being sent up to the third floor. I began to espouse my views about "compliance" and the health industry. They took me up in the elevator and into a padded room. I did not want the medication they were going to give me and I told them I do not want it. I had no choice. They held me down and injected me with halperidol. Halperidol is supposed to make schizophrenic people calm. One of the side affects is muscle rigidness. This was where it got bad. The place is even more drab than floor 2. Everyone is fucked up beyond comprehension. All of them, victims of the psychiatric field. People staring off into space, victims of lobotomies, people drooling, arsonists and other very bad adolescents. The people aren't as scary as coming to the realization that you're no longer in control of your own life. That your hopeless. And as the medicine courses through your veins your spine begins to twist and your shoulders spasm due to the side effects of the injection.

Then they'll gladly diagnose you with bipolar and tell you to come to their office again so you can "treat" it. If you say the suicidal thoughts thing they might get a police or campus security escort to a psychiatric hosptial where the University social worker and a hospital employee will coerce you to admit yourself in a backroom with no windows and no exit. They'll omit that once you've admitted yourself you can't leave unless the doctor says you can. The psych ward is really a prison. You'll be there with mostly people who have dependency problems: gambling or drugs. You won't feel like your problems are being addressed. You feel it has to do with existentialism; they're talking about removing enablers and reviewing the 12 step plan to stop being dependent. Maybe there'll be a girl who's anorexic or cuts and perhaps someone else like you. Someone who doesn't really have depression or bipolar, but got misdiagnosed with it. Someone who at first wanted to have an excuse for people to pay attention to them, or an excuse to not do their work, or to be lazy or an excuse for anything...really. But, once you realize that you're being charged to stay here (like a hotel) and that the psych ward is not something you can walk out of you'll know it's real. You'll know what it's like to lose your liberty and power.

Be very careful what you wish for. This has implications beyond your comprehension. I have been diagnosed with Bipolar and have been struggling with what I believe now to be a misdiagnosis. I was talking with a University (I went to a top 10 school in the US) counselor, just because I stopped functioning (Writers block -- I thought it was due to Seasonal Affective Disorder, the quality of my work always declined in the winter). I didn't turn in my work in my courses (my professors all knew me and adored me -- I was their star pupil to that point) All you have to do is stop functioning. Once you say "I've stopped functioning -- I can't do my work" and admit to suicidal thoughts they'll diagnose you with either clinical depression or bipolar (if you want bipolar tell them that you stay awake for 48 hours straight or 72 hours straight getting things done and taking care of business sometimes -- and then sometimes sleep for 12 hours and feel no interest in anything and want to die). If anyone just goes on wikipedia and researches the symptoms of a mood disorder and then complains of them to a psychiatrist, they will be diagnosed with that disorder no problem. It's no hindrance to them if you're diagnosed with something. In fact, that just gives you a reason to keep booking appointments with them.

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I understand. I've done just that in my life. There's definite pain deep within you, and you're looking for a diagnoses to resolve and explain it. Restless, irritable, and discontent, am I right? Outvof many things, those are some of tje sundry traits of alcoholism, even if you dont drink or haven't encountered difficulties with booze Yet. I may be wsy off, but alcoholism has many dry symptoms. I tell you this because that's what I experienced well before I developed a drinking problem. And being sober, I still have those feelings but have the coping skills to work through them. Probably a long-shot, but a possibility.

This disorder is called hypochondria!

I know how you feel, and also how much it sucks to realize it does seem extremely attention seeking. I think there is something to what a few people have mentioned, you might just be some kind of addict without a drug of choice. You probably have a discomfort that you luckily haven't started self-medicate with drugs- but still realize something is wrong.

Any one who 'wishes they had a disorder'. That is you're disorder. You are in luck ! :)

well when ur sick and u kno ur sick u just want to hear that the doctors know whats wrong with u. and u just want to be diagnosed so you dont have to worry about what you have or feel like your going crazy. and it doesnt matter what u have as long as ur diagnosed. thats how i feel right now? ive been sick too this past month.

Well, I have actually had/have depression I don't know why anyone would actually will this upon themselves. I do however understand your point about wanting a bit of sympathy and attention. See, when I was depressed I never told anyone about it because I was ashamed but at the same time I wanted some sympathy. I don't quite know how to explain myself.

Anyway, getting back to you, there is definitely something wrong with you. Yes, I thought you would be happy to hear that. I don't know what you could call it... maybe Attention Seeking Disorder (ASD)?

u sound like me.

You're trying to tell yourself you have a problem when you don't just to make yourself feel better by not "being average". Pretty sure wanting to be diagnosed is a disorder in itself, but almost seems like a disorder that was made up to feel those people feel better if you know what I mean :/

Same here :/ Been like that since I was in 7th grade.

I feel the EXACT same way..i try to live by the symptoms..MAKING myself have disorders
(it never works)

if this IS a disorder
can you tell me what it is...
so i can ahve one? haha x

I think what you have there IS a disorder =_=

I ferl the same way. I wish i had a disorder too!

I think u are depressed. you don't need to fill in all the boxs to be diagnosed with depression. I think u want people to feel sorry for u and u want an excuse just seek counsuling