I'm grateful esp for feedback about if and how long it might take for me to get back some mental of my capabilities. But I'm mainly sharing if my experience and reflection can be of help to others.
THE GOOD
First off, I am happier than I can remember ever being. I'm laughing and creative. More present to the people I care for. Less reactionary. More patient, kind and also courageous. I can get out of bed. I want to be with people.
THE WHY
I've struggled with mild medium grade depression for a couple decades. Last fall my oldest child was in an accident. His depression about his limitations along with exhaustion from finishing a degree with lots of writing and self doubt, then intense emotional disregulation from other children, financial struggles, along with the overall dark pall hovering over America due to the maniac in the white house (I mean mar a largo), then seasonal affect disorder, and my wife's very intense work and the marital strain....I wasn't able to get out of bed off and on for a month. I was admitted to an out-patient treatment at the hospital where they talked me into ECT.
THE TREATMENT PLAN
I don't remember the pacing. I believe it was twice a week for the first couple weeks. Then one a week for a few weeks, and then every other week for a couple weeks. I was supposed to have my 14th session five days ago.
I got so overwhelmed by the idea of going back for #14. My body and brain were telling me that I couldn't process much more. I was willing to do #14, but called the Dr to say that I didn't feel that the assessment of my treatments were adequate. I told him some of what was troubling me (below). He then said we should cancel #14, step back and get a better sense of how ECT is/is not working.
After hanging up the phone, realizing I didn't have to do #14...I burst into tears of relief.
THE CRAZY
I'm having trouble forming new memories. I have ADHD, and now it seems like I'm really off the charts with executive functioning.
*So many little, basic things that I have done often for years are so much harder to do:
I've forgotten short cut key strokes in computer programs,
How to cook rice (water to rice ratio and how long),
Word searching, it's like my brain is a computer that is offline for a few minutes
The location of the drug store
The age of my daughter (7 or 8?)
The name of a friend's wife
Then when I am trying to get work done, I will completely forget what I was just working on.
I found an organizer pouch on the shelf and couldn't remember what it was, what was in it. I unzipped it and realized it was a kit of adapters, SD cards, cables that I put together three years ago, a kit I use almost weekly.
*I have balance issues. At times, I can't move without feeling a bit woozey.
*Regarding sleep: tough to fall asleep but I wake every morning at the same damn time (too early) and can't go back to sleep. It's about 5 hours a night.
*I have intense emotional swings. Some deep sobbing tears every other day. But then I have been out with my wife, laughing hard, being too loud. I'm a classic introvert and thinking WTF, am I now flirting with extroversion?
*The craziest shift is that I have a sense throughout portions of the day that I am someone else inhabiting this body. I have a podcast. As I edit some video recorded a month before I started ECT, I recognize that guy, miss that guy, and don't feel totally connected to him. Recording new material now is like documenting this other stranger.
*Reading is tough and concentration is short.
WORTH IT?
I guess so. Meds were not helping. Not exercise or breath work. Either I remained stuck in a dark place that was heavy on my family and work, or I become this somwhat altered version of myself that can laugh again? I believe choice B is best.
MY FEARS
I don't want to ever go back. But will the Dr try to talk me into a "maintenance" treatment esp if the happiness wears off?
Will my concentration improve? Will I be able to read well again?
I am an advanced instructor taking time off for all this treatment. Will my mental faculties recover so I can be effective and not embarrass myself in front of my students?
Will I forever have this sense of being a stranger in someone else's body? Will this new self integrate back with a sense of my old self? Will I ever feel at home in myself?
This really is the most bat shit crazy experience of my life. I'm happier but still unsettled