I am not sure if I should be deeply concerned by my doctors conduct today.
Relevant history:
I have been diagnosed with Major Depression, but for various reasons over the years I have refused to take any drugs that have been prescribed to me.
Mostly because I am not in any way a physical threat to myself or others, I don't self harm, I will not kill myself, nor do I have any desire to hurt or kill anyone else.
That's my personal line, and I've never crossed it.
I have only very recently started seeing my current GP as I was unhappy with my old GP, for many reasons. One reason was how my old GP would hand out anti-depressants like they were candy, then not follow up on what he had prescribed. To me that seemed dangerous and careless.
I told my new GP about this the first time I saw her, and she told me "No Dear, I don't think you need anti-depressants, let's try sending you to a psychologist and try methods like CBT and see how that goes"
And I thought great, this doctor is listening to me, maybe I can trust this person.
ANYWAY I did go and see the psychologist, twice now, and I have another appointment in a few days. I've told my mother that I am seeing a psychologist, I've been very open and sensible about it.
End history.
So when my mum told me today that she had called my GP to make an appointment for me as she was "worried" about my behaviour I figured that rather than getting angry at my mother for invading my personal privacy I would just go along, speak to my GP in-front of her, assure her that I was getting help, and maybe it would soothe her mind enough to leave me to do my thing.
Also I probably should have made an appointment to tell my GP about the therapy sessions, so two birds one stone.
I was wrong.
When it was time for my appointment I asked my mother to come in with me, and when the GP asked why I was there I said "because my mother is worried about me, and made this appointment, so here I am ready to assure her, with your help, that she doesn't need to worry so much."
She then asked my mother why she was worried, and my mother went on this big tirade about me and my behaviour.
The doctor asked me if this was true, and I said yes.
Then I reminded her that I was seeing a psychologist as she recommended, so I was "working on it".
Then I lost control of the situation.
All of a sudden the GP was telling me that my kind of depression NEEDS anti-depressants and not just therapy. That obviously the therapy wasn't working, and that she would give me a script today.
She asked my mother what she thought about that, and my mother said she thought it was a good idea.
I interrupted though, was honest with her, and outlined my worries about anti-depressants, and how I would only want to take them as an absolute LAST resort.
She said this WAS the last resort.
I then expressed how I felt like I hadn't given the therapy enough time yet, and that I REALLY REALLY REALLY am not interested in taking SSRIs for MANY reasons, and I explained those reasons.
She said that I wasn't being reasonable, that the drugs are safe.
SO I said that maybe I had some simple to test for underlying medical concern, like low vitamin D levels or something SIMPLE, so I wouldn't want anti-depressants until I had ruled out EVERYTHING else.
She said "no, that is not possible" (she didn't explain why not)
I then said simply that anti-depressants I felt were not the answer, FOR ME, and that I knew I could possibly benefit from eating better and more regular exercise and professional help from therapy.
And then she said a therapist wont help me, as I need someone smarter than me who I can't manipulate and the one she recommended wasn't right.
So I said fine - send me to another. As I'm genuinely trying to make it work.
She said no - that I should just take the anti-depressants as my brain wasn't ready to accept change and I NEED anti-depressants to adjust my serotonin levels so that I would be ready to get help.
I said that wasn't true, that I did want to change, but just not with the help of drugs.
She said then maybe I should go to a psychiatrist to convince me to take anti-depressants.
I said I'd go, but I'd probably not change my mind about taking anti-depressants, but I would speak to them about other treatments if she didn't want to talk about other treatments with me.
And here is where is gets crazy- she asked if I was aware that she had the power to, with my mothers permission, hospitalise me or force me to attend the hospital to be administered drugs, whether I wanted to or not.
She said that she had the law on her side, and under her recommendation I would have to submit to her requests for me to take drugs or I'd be committing an offence in not complying with her prescribed treatment.
...I was shocked, and I know that people can be forceably hospitalised, but why would I be one of those people? I wasn't HURTING anyone. And I'm an adult.
She then continued to say that she didn't WANT to hospitalise me, as there is only one ward in our area, and so I'd be with people who were more severe than I was and I wouldn't like that.
It was so threatening, all because I said I didn't want to take drugs????
I told her I respected her opinion, and I understand that she was the one with the medical degree and the expertise, but I respectfully wanted to try other options.
ALSO doesn't the Hippocratic Oath say "first do no harm"? And I was scared of the harm that anti-depressants could cause me when I felt they weren't necessary.
She said anti-depressant aren't harmful, like ECT. She then started to explain ECT, and I interrupter her, saying how I knew what it was, and that it was still used, and anti-depressants TO ME are only the lesser of two evils. That I don't need ECT or anti-depressants... blah blah blah I made another big argument, ending in how I didn't like her trying to manipulate me by giving inaccurate information.
She just ignored me and said "Anti-depressants are proven to help you. If you don't trust the newer ones then take Zoloft, it's been around for many years. I as a doctor am telling you to take them. Don't you trust me?"
I said no. I then got really overwhelmed and said there are millions of other ways people help themselves, even spirituality.
At this comment she gave me a CRAZY ultimatum - Either I dedicate myself to seeking solace in God, or I take anti-depressants.
She spoke to me about prayer, if I pray (no), if anyone in my family prays (yes), and how when she does two round of whatever-prayer and puts her faith in God it works better than a sleeping tablet.
She told me that as if it was some kind of science.
At this point I just blindly accepted, and said I wanted to pray, and took the holy book she gave me, promising to read it, and that we would talk in 2 days time to see if there was any change, and if there was no change, then she would guide me, spiritually, and if there was still no change, then we would talk about anti-depressants again.
She asked if I thought this was a good idea. I said "yes", she asked my mother if she thought it was a good idea, my mother said "yes" (she is kind of religious).
Then my crazy GP said "give us a smile"
I tried.
Then she said "like you mean it"
And I did.
And left the room and walked straight out without making a follow up appointment with my mother eventually meeting me in the car.
SHE'S ABSOLUTELY INSANE RIGHT???????
She can't actually hospitalise me, can she????
Aren't doctors supposed to NEVER introduce religion????
Can I sue her for misconduct??
If I was a weaker individual she would have manipulated me on so many levels... and for what?
Is she in bed with some pharma company? Is she just bored by depressed patients and looking for quick fixes? Is she just some crazy fundamentalist looking to get into heaven by recruited extra believers?
ALL these options make me sounds paranoid and crazy, but then I remember what happened and can't make any reason of it!!!
I am SO confused, and quite scared that my life isn't quite in my hands any more but could be taken away by a CRAZY person with the support of my stupid mother.
....I'm not nuts. She is. Right???? Oh the irony...
I know I'm not an example on perfect mental health, but I'm pretty damn sure I haven't lost perspective on reality.
This made me feel like I was losing my mind.