It's Impossible to get a Diagnosis in NYC

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dc2610
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06 May 2014, 8:52 pm

I could only find one neuropsychiatrist in NYC who takes my insurance. I went to see him but he didn't seem too bright. I called his office today to ask him a question about getting diagnosed. His assistant took my info and said they'd call me back but I didn't get a good feeling about it. I don't think I'll be hearing back from his office.

In any case, I'm 47 years old and I don't think I'll ever get an official diagnosis. Which is really making my life very difficult right now. I'm suffering from severe depression and middle aged Aspergers burnout big time. It feels like my whole system has collapsed. I cannot deal with anything. Always exhausted, sleeping all time. I am in therapy and on anti-depressants and I've never been this depressed in my life. My prescription was recently adjusted. It's not helping. I also have Interstitial Cystitus. The pain is horrible. I'm on meds for that, too.

I recently had my welfare benefits discontinued because I couldn't get out of bed to go to the welfare work program 5 days a week. I did try but it was killing me. I was getting worse and feeling suicidal. Without that diagnosis, welfare isn't willing to make allowances for me. I did bring them documentation from my therapist that explained my depression and PTSD. Welfare said I was fit to work.

I AM NOT IN ANY SHAPE TO WORK RIGHT NOW. I have a while to go before I can get disability. I am tired of living and scared to die.

I really just needed to vent. Thanks for letting me get this off my chest.



redrobin62
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06 May 2014, 10:00 pm

Go ahead and vent. I have the same issues. I go to AA/NA meetings, and that's fine. The problem is I'm no good at small talk, so when the members get together after the meeting to chat in the courtyard, I just stand there, not smoking like the others, and often with nothing to say. I hear their conversations but don't join in because they might be talking about things that don't interest me like politics, cars, women, sports, etc. I guess my depression still rears its ugly head even when I'm among people.