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Hey all,
I love teaching and writing. See, I almost put "loved" instead of "love" there. Without seeming too dramatic right off the bat, that's been a practice for me lately. I feel like I already separated my life into who I was before DPDR, and this weird, messy, spacey blob that I've become now. My brain defaults to "I loved teaching and writing." My interests don't even seem like mine anymore. So, I'm practicing the present tense. I still love teaching and writing... I just can't do it right now.
And it's frustrating. Beyond frustrating. Even typing this takes maximum effort. My quality of life is shot. I can't look at screens for too long. I can't look at anything for too long. Anybody else experiencing vision impairment (I call it "drunk" vision, because, like, that's how it feels)? The vision stuff is the worst. Super light sensitive, impossible to focus... I used to be a very creative, happy person. I can't recognize that in me anymore. I can't write. My thesis is due at the end of May, and I just.... can't focus on it. It seriously hurts to focus on anything; my eyes are constantly strained.
Oh, and teaching... I loved teaching. Love. I love teaching. I've been teaching for three years now. So much of my ego is tied up in education. But today, I stood in front of my new crop of students, and I couldn't see any of them. It felt like a dream. Like it happened but it didn't. It was just syllabus day, but I can't imagine carrying on the rest of the semester. Teaching is one thing that I'm really, really good at. Or, I was. I am. I used to have so much confidence in my pedagogy. Today, I have no idea what I said. I thought I was going to pass out mid-lecture. I am so nervous for the rest of the semester.
So, I don't know. What triggered my DPDR? No clue. I was on vacation, y'all. I was relaxed. Then... BAM. Couldn't see. Couldn't connect with reality. This is not a way to live. I spend every second of every day trying to snap out of it.
I'm seeing a psychiatrist tomorrow. It took a lot of tests and a lot of convincing for me to admit that I had a mental disorder. This mental disorder. I was convinced that something was physically wrong with me (still not entirely sure that something isn't, but, hey, that's paranoia for ya).
I got my hormones tested yesterday (still waiting on results). I'm seeing the psychiatrist tomorrow. I have an ophthalmologist appointment on Friday. I need to get this taken care of.
I need my life back.
I'm open to suggestions: if you took something prescribed by a psychiatrist that really helped you, what was it? If you took something that helped your vision or cognitive function, what was it? Please, share your recovery stories with me. I feel absolutely hopeless.
Anyways, my name is Annie, and I'm sick of this shit.
I love teaching and writing. See, I almost put "loved" instead of "love" there. Without seeming too dramatic right off the bat, that's been a practice for me lately. I feel like I already separated my life into who I was before DPDR, and this weird, messy, spacey blob that I've become now. My brain defaults to "I loved teaching and writing." My interests don't even seem like mine anymore. So, I'm practicing the present tense. I still love teaching and writing... I just can't do it right now.
And it's frustrating. Beyond frustrating. Even typing this takes maximum effort. My quality of life is shot. I can't look at screens for too long. I can't look at anything for too long. Anybody else experiencing vision impairment (I call it "drunk" vision, because, like, that's how it feels)? The vision stuff is the worst. Super light sensitive, impossible to focus... I used to be a very creative, happy person. I can't recognize that in me anymore. I can't write. My thesis is due at the end of May, and I just.... can't focus on it. It seriously hurts to focus on anything; my eyes are constantly strained.
Oh, and teaching... I loved teaching. Love. I love teaching. I've been teaching for three years now. So much of my ego is tied up in education. But today, I stood in front of my new crop of students, and I couldn't see any of them. It felt like a dream. Like it happened but it didn't. It was just syllabus day, but I can't imagine carrying on the rest of the semester. Teaching is one thing that I'm really, really good at. Or, I was. I am. I used to have so much confidence in my pedagogy. Today, I have no idea what I said. I thought I was going to pass out mid-lecture. I am so nervous for the rest of the semester.
So, I don't know. What triggered my DPDR? No clue. I was on vacation, y'all. I was relaxed. Then... BAM. Couldn't see. Couldn't connect with reality. This is not a way to live. I spend every second of every day trying to snap out of it.
I'm seeing a psychiatrist tomorrow. It took a lot of tests and a lot of convincing for me to admit that I had a mental disorder. This mental disorder. I was convinced that something was physically wrong with me (still not entirely sure that something isn't, but, hey, that's paranoia for ya).
I got my hormones tested yesterday (still waiting on results). I'm seeing the psychiatrist tomorrow. I have an ophthalmologist appointment on Friday. I need to get this taken care of.
I need my life back.
I'm open to suggestions: if you took something prescribed by a psychiatrist that really helped you, what was it? If you took something that helped your vision or cognitive function, what was it? Please, share your recovery stories with me. I feel absolutely hopeless.
Anyways, my name is Annie, and I'm sick of this shit.