I was reading the bipolar forum and was very upset by someones comments stating bipolar is a chemical imbalance with no cure in response to a post by a new person questioning there need to be medicated. How with no test and no proof at all from medical science whatsoever can anyone tell anyone else they will be sick and need medication for the rest of there lives ??!!!
Check this out,
Hundreds of thousands of children in the U.S. have been wrongly diagnosed with the trendy disorder, argues a noted psychiatrist. And the results can be tragic.
http://www.thedailybeast.com/newsweek/2011/06/19/mommy-am-i-really-bipolar.html
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Here is one story I found searching online for "bipolar misdiagnosis".
I am a wife, I am a mother, after 20 years of living with a misdiagnosis of bipolar disorder and hundreds of meds that never worked and made my completely psychotic in some cases I am getting better, the numb scared feeling I've always lived with is fading. My husband who Ive known forever always said he wanted the person he used to know back. I was in a bad relationship between the time we first loved eachother and the time we got back together many years later.
For the first time since I was 12 I am able to feel happiness and sadness..bipolar disorder never made sense, not even to the Dr's, but I think once a diagnosis is made no matter how many drs you see they all just assume its correct, I have begged and pleaded for help for years..for someone to find out what was really wrong, everything changed and my life was given back to me on oct 20th..I was not suicidal for any period of time or planning it, just did it, took medication to stop my heart, not 5 or 10 but enough to kill 5 people. Spent 3 days in icu watching myself die over and over again.something happened tho that will forever change my life, they ran so much fluid through me (45 bags to be exact) that they managed to get all of the bipolar meds out of my system, there I was with my life falling apart around me and it hurt and I could feel the hurt. I remembered all of the hurt all at once.
I wasn't suicidal and still am not sure why I took the pills in the first place. I didn't want to die, but I did not wish to be medicated at all anymore. I was sad and alone and hurting but I felt great as a matter of fact, but requested to go to a mental hospital once I was medically cleared. After leaving the medical hospital I went to a horrible bug infested typical mental hospital where they attempted to give me ativan the moment I walked in the door, saw a Dr for 5 mins and he ordered a ton of bipolar meds. I told him this was not the place where I was going to get better and I wished to be transferred. He threatened to put me in the "time out room", told me my voluntary asign in could be turned in to me being comitted for an extended period of time if I did not comply, long story short. I had a heart problem, no one believed me, begged them to call an ambulance or do an EKG, they said I was fine, was rushed back to hosp 2 hrs later after an EKG, and so began my new life.
I went to a different facility after being cleared again, they were amazing. I had a whole team of people, a doctor who sat with me for over an hour and getting a second and 3rd opinion before deciding I have PTSD, was put on very low doses of 3 medicines all at bedtime so I wouldn't feel drugged. Went to CBT groups all day long, aromatherapy, meditation, all of which I would never have gone for before this all happened, I'm not the foofy type, meanwhile, on the outside I was losing my house, had lost my business and my husband was telling me he couldn't let my attempt go and that he wanted full custody of our kids, which I couldnt blame him for, but hurt amazingly bad. I was there for 10 days, he came to see me and meet With my doctors, they explained my condition and he agreed to let me come home when the doctors felt I was ready, a few days later they said it was time, I was sad and scared but ok.
Been more than a month now, I cant begin to tell you how different my life is. I've been going to emdr therapy, I used to be so angry, now I feel happiness and sadness and love and pain. My family all agrees that I am doing amazing and they are so grateful that the numb angry person that I have been for so long is now gone. My husband got his wife back and my babies have the mother they should have had from tthe very beginning. Life isnt perfect, I have good days and hard days, working on repairing damage I have caused, and on loving those who love me, which is still uncomfortable. I put myself in uncomfortable places knowing I will be ok and its getting easier. Stil a huge road ahead, but I am Walkng down it.
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I'm sure this woman was told the incurable chemical imbalance lie along the way as well.