Hi,
My parents, God love them, have a friend who's a psychiatrist and she was willing to see me - as a one-off, not to take me on as a patient - this morning, and after discussing the various strands of difficulties, from my stammer and being bullied, to low self-esteem and finally my depression. I'd also printed off my Moodscope score to take in to illustrate some of the jagged moodswings I have, and after talking about it for about 40 minutes, she mentioned, 'cyclothymia.' I knew a bit about this, having read up on it after I came home from work sick, and when I was first ill, I really wanted to be diagnosed with it, because I thought it would - to a degree - be able to pointed out, beyond ME, beyond MY personality, and have some blame draped around its neck. But now that it's being tossed around by the professionals, I suddenly feel like I can't cope, like I don't want to be cyclothymic, like I'd much rather just be a moody cow and if some people in the office take offence at that, then sod them. I suppose this may originate from having a stammer, too; it feels like yet another thing that I can be labelled for, another thing which originates above the neck, has no cure but plenty of literature available on various therapies and 'coming to terms with.'
My dad made it inadvertently worse when I told him, saying, 'oh, is that a weak schizophrenia?' and I was so angry, so upset that I had to make a swift exit from the house. I just feel so damned tired today, though I presented the news to my boss who was happy and said, 'ah, progress has been made.' But when I go back, will I be the bird with the battered brain? The one who's bipolar, even though I'm not?
I feel devastated, actually, and I don't even know if I AM cyclothymic. I really don't know if this post makes much sense. Maybe I just struggle with stammering and the burden that's posed on me. Maybe I'm just hyper-sensitive and react like a cobra if wronged because I spent so long being bullied and being unable, verbally unable to defend myself. Maybe working in a job where I have to commute 100 miles a day is the killer in my case. Maybe it's being single. I just don't feel ready to be 'defined' by this and wish, and I know this sounds crap, like I could be 'normal.'
Does this make sense?!
Cheers
TC