I've been suffering from obscure conditions for a long time. I have intermittent memory loss. In general, my memory is excellent, I studied well and work successfully. But! When I am under severe stress, I forget whole episodes, what I did, how and why. During this period, I am bound to lose things. Then I don't remember where and how I lost it. And if I find it, it's in very surprising places! For example, I was stressed out (thinking about problems) buying groceries. I paid for them, went outside (I don't remember), and threw the keys on the lawn. The supermarket security picked them up and told me about my behavior. And I woke up at home without the keys. Now I've lost some important documents. I don't remember anything at all, where or how. When my memory lapses are over....

I want to tell you about my anxiety. It's almost constant. I worry about everything: whether I did a good job, how other people perceive me, what will happen tomorrow, whether something bad will happen. I worry if I'll oversleep, if I'll get kicked out of work, if someone will mistakenly think I'm a bad worker. I can control it by sheer force of will. But when they start accusing me unfairly, yelling at me, I snap. And eat. Yeah, I eat anxiety, so I'm overweight. I'm stressed every day. On vacation, I feel better and I even start to lose a little weight. I've got to get it over with. Where do I start? 

My greetings to everyone!! I am writing about my adult “childhood diagnosis”. I was diagnosed with ADHD. Well, this is simply restless and overly distracted. Well, this happens often in children. They run around, spin, and do not sit still even if they are punished. Mothers suffer greatly with such children. Previously, doctors said “it will grow up, everything will pass.” Well, now doctors say that it turns out. remains in adults. Well, I have no doubt. since there are adults who run around like an electric broom. Well, doctors recently included me in this group. I told them that I was extremely restless as a child. Grandma always held my hand. Either I ran far away, or I immediately fell. If my brother went out for a walk with me, he also wouldn’t let go of my hand. He even played football. holding my hand. And it didn’t “stress” me. I ran fine with it. I did well at school. I studied extremely well at the institute. The problem was that the pace of presentation of material in lectures was slow for me. And I really missed you. I wasn't bored for long at the lecture because I can't sit quietly and do nothing. I planned the lecture time as follows: I write a lecture...in the intervals between this (and they are more than I need) I write my homework, in parallel. Do you think that's all? I’m bored, all this and I still have an interesting magazine on my desk and my friend and I are leafing through it. I look at the pictures and they make me laugh. I also planned to go out into the corridor during the lecture to walk around or go to the library (there is less line at the lecture). I managed to do everything. And listen and write and watch. And he studied well. For my restlessness during an optimal lecture, I needed a faster presentation of information with a change of pictures, video and audio. But that's not all...For perfect concentration, I need to do two things at the same time. Or at least shoot a video and write. Then everything is ok, and I’m not very bored. Therefore, when they told me that I had ADHD, I said to the doctor “so what? What’s wrong?” The doctor told me “if you get tired, that’s bad.” Well, yes, I’m tired... when I’m lying tired, I write and read a lot on the Internet. It’s boring to just lie down... I enjoy several phones, streams of information... but my sleep is also restless... that’s why I went to the doctor... I’m writing here to support others with ADHD

Hello,

I’ve been lurking here for several weeks, reading other people’s stories. Normally I don’t post about my health online, and I haven’t noticed anyone with the same issues here. I’ve come across discussions about how the mental health issues manifested themselves as physical pain… My case is a bit different, but I suspect the mechanism is the same. I’m reading all I can find about Conversion disorders, so perhaps someone here can give me some tips on where to look further.

I found myself in the hospital two years ago, shortly after a series of unlucky events (severe pneumonia, big issues at my workplace, and the funeral of my father shortly after). I experienced a sudden paralysis in my legs. To tell the truth, it scared the wits out of me. I thought I’d be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life… I also had tremors in my hands, and my state generally signaled I was having some sort of seizure. I spent 8 days in the hospital, muliple tests and IVs. The doctors didn’t know what the matter was, I suspect their main aim was to bring me back to life and send me home. My state improved over the week. I was prescribed a pile of drugs and they let me go. My symptoms were milder (I was told I'd be able to function, which greatly helped with my overwhelming panic), but I needed the support of my husband to take the taxi and, well, to live.

It took till late autumn to feel somewhat normal again. My legs got much better, but at times they betray me. It's terrifying, especially when I'm trying to do simple things like walk to the kitchen or go up the stairs. I've had to rely on my family a lot more to help me get around, mostly because I fear it will happen again unexpectedly. The tremors in my hands are almost invisible to the outside eye now, though I can still feel them at times. It's like they have a mind of their own. It may make the task of writing or even holding a cup of tea feel like a challenge.

I've had to cut back on work because I just can't keep up with the demands of my job anymore. It's frustrating because I used to be so independent, and now I feel like I'm constantly relying on others for help. I’ve been visiting the doctors (I’ve had three different ones over the last year) every two weeks, then every month. Now I do it randomly whenever my symptoms seem to worsen. I’m still not healed. It was the third doctor who insisted I should start therapy, and he made the final diagnosis: conversion disorder. I suppose it’s very rare, if it took them so long to diagnose me? I’ve been reading about it and I’ve come across many similar stories, though I got the impression that it mostly happens after some serious trauma and is considered “the illness of the veterans”.

I haven’t yet started therapy. I know I should do it to help me cope with all of this, but it's hard to take that first step. For now, I'm just trying to take things one day at a time and am seeking for more information. I’ve read that CBT was not helpful for some people, even though it’s recommended by professionals. I’ve also read about hypnosis as one potential line of treatment, it’s considered untraditional medicine? Has anyone else dealt with a similar diagnosis or symptoms on a daily basis? I need to better understand what I'm up against here.