Another Way of Looking at Bipolar Disorder
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People might call me a miracle man: I no longer suffer from bipolar disorders.
I know through experience that these words could surprise people, and many won’t even believe them. That’s one of the difficulties of bipolar disorders: as doctors don’t know how to cure them, they insist on the fact that people can’t be cured and affirm this.
This is my true story.
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Another Way of Looking at Bipolar Disorder - Benjamin Nemopode
CHAPTER 1
Hell on earth
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This is a book I wrote to give me some relief, though few will want to read it for this reason as suffering scares people, makes them flee and often cowardly. My fate is linked to my illness, I’m a mere puppet in its hands you could say, and it has created me, I think, more than anything else.
For those who know this, I suffer from bipolar type l disorder. If you want a beginning, I’d say it started when I turned 20. Or at the age of 20, all hell exploded.
I had just fallen in love, she was 17, beautiful and she loved me too. I was undoubtedly guilty of outbursts at that time, and I lost her because of them and lost myself. Seventeen years later, this pain is still present. I have loved again, but this pain, deception and disillusion concerning the strength of love is still there. At this time I consulted with my first shrink, I didn’t know what to do, I continuously thought of suicide while also thinking that being so attracted by it was something crazy.
I was at a friend’s house for a couple of days as I could no longer remain alone, and we called S.O.S Suicide to get an appointment. The shrink quickly told me that I had to trust him, that in a couple of weeks this would just be a bad souvenir. I also think I took my first antidepressants at that time. I lived alone and I went home. The shrink called me every day for an appointment, but I didn’t get better.
I finally made him understand that he had to force me not to kill myself, because I was going to, without any existential considerations, just to put an end to his inconceivable pain. A few days later, I was admitted to the Dupré Clinic in Sceaux, in a small 11-bed ward.
I was locked in there; I could no longer die yet this nightmare continued. I often laid on my bed, there was nothing else to do. I stayed there for four and a half months, and it was hell. They kept changing my antidepressant medication, but except for very unpleasant side effects, nothing happened. I also took neuroleptics and anxiolytics. I shook a lot, having what was called restless legs and after a while I also developed pressure ulcers or eschars on my legs.
A young anorexic girl who didn’t know what to do with herself either helped me. I think she was there for my entire stay. Like I said, the ward was tiny. We could smoke though we had to ask for our cigarettes one by one. Of course, we couldn’t light them ourselves. Everything was done to make suicide impossible; we had plastic knives and forks and those who went out to visit their parents were frisked.
I stayed there quite a while compared to other patients and saw quite a few people come and go. Many of them were there because they’d tried to commit suicide and still didn’t understand how they’d arrived there. You could see them walking in their halls, carrying their IVs, half stoned. Some of them lived in other buildings in the clinic which were quite different.
Dupré Clinic is a member of the Foundation of Students in France, even though the quality of care they give
can be questionable, you still must pay homage to it. In Sceaux at the beginning of the 90s, there were several departments. A closed ward called Clérambault 1, of C1, and then other open wards where teens or young adults lived trying not to drop out of school. This clinic was a part of Lycée Lakanal and teachers came in to give courses up until 12th grade.
Some pains are beyond describing with words, which is why I’m not going to say anything more about these months where I was locked in here. I always think that when you experience things like that, especially when you’re young, you are changed forever, you know that hell exists, that it’s near you, and very far from others. That’s where I died the first time.
CHAPTER 2
Before
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I didn’t want to die before, but that was before. Or maybe just romantically when I was a teen, but not seriously. There was a before. And an after.
CHAPTER 3
Clérambault
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I left the closed ward without any improvement. My father had decided I’d go on vacation with them. My parents had rented a trailer. I was discharged and I went with them and my sister. I vaguely remember that, though I mostly stayed in bed and read a little. I read two short novels by Nina Berberova. But I couldn't tell you where we went. My drops were replaced by pills, and I took a lot of them every day.
When we got back, I moved into an open department in the same clinic, upstairs. It started out the same, I wouldn’t get out of bed, then rapidly I was administered an Anaphranyl IV and that very evening I went out. I think there were twenty-five of us on that floor. I remember them well and often think of them. Jérôme, Zoé, Corinne, Antoine, Isabelle V. et Isabelle L. , Philippe, Patrick, Céline, Marie Aurélie, Stéphane, Claire, Nathalia etc. We all lived together. Plus those in the other buildings, like Aurélia, Jean-Yves and many others. I like to name them, I loved them.
In my opinion about a hundred teens or young adults lived there, protected, medicated, far from their families and far from everything else. Many of them had tried to kill themselves. We talked about it, we knew this. They were more fragile, more sensitive, I think they were the best ones.
Thanks to them I learned how to live again, the shrink was useless plus I couldn’t stand him. I was better though I did buy a shotgun. I kept it in my room to end it all. They found it though and I was sent to a psychiatric hospital. "You know what your problem is? asked the psychiatrist in our last meeting.
You want to be stronger than death.
Dumb question. As if he didn’t? I thought that was idiotic.
CHAPTER 4
A few portraits
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