I needed a psychiatrist when I was 14 for a psychotic break I was having, so we went to Hala Saleem because she was accepted by our insurance and was able to squeeze us in the next day. We got there 15 minutes early to fill out the paperwork as recommended, but then we had to wait until about 30 minutes after our scheduled appointment to get to talk to her. She asked about my parents mental health history and as soon as she heard my mom had a psychotic break like mine, she concluded that it must be Dissociative Identity Disorder. Now, I don't know if you have ever heard of this, but DID, previously known as Multiple Personality Disorder, is extremely rare. Especially in kids and teens. Now, that doesn't mean I don't have it, but she was talking about how many teenaged patients she had that were diagnosed with DID, which makes me think that she may have been doing something wrong. She started me on 5 medications that day on really high dosages, but we were just glad to have an answer.
The next time we visited her, we had to remind her of everything that we told her before. I mean, she was aware of the big details, but she takes notes while you talk to her. You'd think she would remember some things. Like every visit I reminded her what grade I was in. Things like that, that wouldn't change over the course of a month.
The medicine she put me on? Eventually, I was on seven things, all high doses. At one point when I was admitted to Sutter Center for Psychiatry in Sacramento they even said that they couldn't legal give me one of them because they conflicted with each other.
My medicines made me really drowsy and I slept all the time. It was hard for me to formulate sentences correctly, and the Risperdal I was on made my nose swell up and made it hard to breath. I was always breathing out of my mouth, making for bad table manners as I would have to chew with my mouth open to breath. I went to an Ear, Nose, and Throat doctor who gave me a steroid shot to help me breath better. It helped for a day when it should have helped for a couple of months. I discussed these concerns to Dr. Saleem with my dad who, by her rules, sat in on every appointment unless I needed to tell her something privately. (Real quick, I know she isn't a counselor, but if I am feeling suicidal, but won't act on it, and I don't want my dad to know, that could help her treat me. And if I'm not a danger to myself, he doesn't have to know.) She increased my meds and said that it should help.
Oh, at one point I told her privately that I felt like I wanted to kill myself so I could get rid of the other personality inside of me because I never knew when she was going to act up. She then proceeded to tell me about a movie where a girl with DID killed herself to get rid of her personality, but it turned out the personality was the one who killed her. And then she laughed and said I should see it. Like, sure, I watch movies like that because mental health interests me, but why do I need to hear about it when it is happening to me? She also told me about her other clients (not saying their names of course) that have DID and things they have done and at one point my dad stopped her so I wouldn't get any ideas.
I finally got tired of my meds, so I stopped taking my morning ones and faked being better so I could get off of my other ones. She has no idea. And I feel so much better physically, and everyone knows it, just not mentally.
I am currently in the process of finding a new psychiatrist. I have seen her since I was 14 until now and I am almost 18. I kind of have the feeling I don't have DID either.
EDIT 1/29/2017 9:17 AM - She will also diagnose you with anything. You tell her that you couldn't concentrate on one test so you must have ADHD and be given medicine. You lost 20 pounds and won't eat, but now two weeks later you are? Anorexia Nervosa. You threw up on purpose once? Bulimia Nervosa. I'm diagnosed with so many things. I mean, these are concerns, but diagnosing someone with a serious disorder that can affect them for the rest of their life after hearing one thing for one minute about it is a little much. read more