Personal Narrative-Compulsive Disorder

Day four of clinicals was really long. The first patient was scheduled from 8 until 1, he was getting fitted for 4 crowns and an implant crown. When the patient came in he had a horrible odor and looked like he hasn’t taken care of himself in months. I seated him down and the dental assistant just glanced at his teeth and looked at me strangely and whispered come here and look. I look in this old man’s mouth and saw nothing but a brown layer of plaque and calculus build up and it disgusted me. How could someone not take care of their selves? Anyways, we ended up sending him to the hygienist's room next to us and they cleaned his teeth extra good. He came back into the room and Dr. Williams came in and quickly did a check up on his teeth and

I am disconnected, lacking contact with reality. It happened in an instant and gradually intensified over time. October of 2015, I had just turned 14 and everything was average, mediocre. I was subdued at this time for reasons I cannot recall and hadn’t been talking much in class. The issue commenced in chemistry class in what lasted a second but felt like a lifetime. The class had been divided into groups, and we were assigned to create a poster. After half an hour of doing the entirety of the work myself, the poster was completed, and I was satisfied with it. Each group was to choose a person to represent their group and explain the poster. Fortunately, I was not chosen. After each poster was presented, they were each taped to the whiteboard

Throughout my elementary school days, my teachers regarded me as a trouble maker. Most instructors just assumed that as a young boy, I was naturally energetic and loud. My second grade teacher, however, did not see it that way. She told my mom about her hunch, suggesting that I get tested for ADD. My mother however, thought I was just being an overzealous kid. Yet, the bad reports continued. Many teachers said that I was “too loud, disruptive, hyper, etc.”. Finally, I was diagnosed with ADD in eighth grade.

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) is a deeper mental problem than being anxious and jumpy. Veterans who have PTSD lose themselves as people. PTSD is one of the most common health issues among military personnel who served in a combat zone. When families have a loved one serving in combat zones, they fear that their soldier may not return home or will have a serious physical injury. But unlike the feared physical injuries, PTSD is not a visible wound, it is an injury of the mind. The PTSD will take a part of their loved one away, the veteran will not be at emotional or social. This disorder is an incurable mental condition caused by a traumatic event or events in person’s life. The soldiers who have PTSD have no way to get rid of

Richardson et al. (2010) found that half of Veterans who had PTSD symptoms in the past do not currently meet diagnostic criteria.

PTSD is the abbreviation for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. The general classification according to the DSM-V is 309.81 with an Axis I. This disorder is no longer classified as an anxiety disorder rather it is now classified as a trauma and stressor related disorder. That means anyone who experienced (direct exposure), witnessed or was confronted with an event that they might have feared for their life, and or caused serious injury to them, such as a sexual trauma event like rape. This can happen to anyone at any age, it is not just a soldier’s disorder and it haunts them for a very long time. In order to be diagnosed with PTSD there is a criterion that they use to evaluate or meet the individual’s needs for treatment. The

The first dimension I will discuss is the psychological dimension. From age seven I suffered from severe Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (subtype scrupulosity). From an early age the disease ran rampant in my mind but I hid it for twenty years (which I hear is common for children who develop OCD so young). The impact of this disease affected my development in the way that my brain thinks, reasons and works. By the time my family realized something was wrong, I was spending hours upon hours performing rituals. My brain had trained itself to listen to scrupulosity and I had no control over it. I could not live a normal life…and the anxiety from the obsessive thoughts controlled everything I did. Every memory I have, OCD was present. Now

a muzzle brake, and five magazines. Also, two shorty double barrels with the quickloader”. The quickloader is a machine that attaches on the side of your hamstrings. It has two compartments in each loader, and in the compartments goes shells. You simply stick the inside latch of the double shotgun against it, and it ejects the shells into the chamber of the double barrel for a quick reload.

I can relate to what you expressed about your son being assessed for ADD symptoms. My son experienced the same situation when he was in first grade. Unfortunately, he lost his father from a sudden death and he was present when we found him. After his dad’s death, he started acting out and his teacher suggested to have him tested for ADHD disorder. Not knowing any better I had him tested, and the Dr. said he does not have ADHD. I took him to counseling at seven years old and he wouldn’t cooperate with the counselor so, we discontinued his therapy. His behavior continues and now the school was suggesting he has a learning disability; he was tested and he was given a IEP for school. Now he is entering middle school and the subject is brought up

Posttraumatic stress disorder is a health problem happening to people who have a near death experience or a life altering event. (http://www.ptsd.va.gov/public/PTSD-overview/basics/what-is-ptsd.asp) People suffering from PTSD often go through a wide range of symptoms and they are often different for everyone. Some of the symptoms associated with PTSD include nightmares, guilt, and trouble focusing or sleeping. Many people also try avoiding situations they believe will cause them to remember traumatic situations and events. An important fact is that PTSD can happen to anyone experiencing a traumatic event and getting PTSD is not a sign of mental weakness. Research has indicated that the

What Jim is suffering from is known to psychologists as post-traumatic stress disorder. Post-traumatic stress disorders onset can be evaluated through a

I remember while I went to school, my father babysat my toddler son, Jay. One night I came home to a flustered grandpa. "Diane, there is something wrong with Jay. He cried the whole time you were gone. That's not normal." My dad's words about my son hurt me, but I just filed them away in my memory.

I also hope to show the damaging effects that patients may suffer as a result of this disorder. Such individuals are often doubly handicapped. John Doe has shown what an honor it is to have the opportunity to save other person’s lives, but it has also proven that it has lasting effects as it often leads to PTSD which has caused him to have a difficult time assimilating in his daily live after the war. He is just an example of one of many veterans who return to their loved ones with a psychological trauma and they could never return to be the person they used to be. It is important that we limit the number of soldiers that are deployed to war as most do not volunteer for it and the effects that come along with it. However, I believe that with treatment, John Doe will have a better relationship with his family and friends and he will resume his life without

I was diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder when I was fourteen. Thoughts of germs plagued me everywhere I went. I wasn’t necessarily afraid of getting sick; I was just obsessed with everything being germ free. Before touching anything, a rundown of the possible germs on it consumed my mind. Everything between an outstretched hand to a school desk traumatized me. Who knows the last time this person washed their hands? Who knows what type of people could have been sitting here before me? Everything was a mystery, so I didn’t touch most things. It was tough to get through a day without coming in contact with something that made me uncomfortable. Touching school desks and textbooks were inevitable, so I carried around a bottle of germ-x with me everywhere I went. I’m sure my classmates got sick of the stench of hand sanitizer; it got quite old after the 20th time I put it on… that hour. Everyday was a battle inside my own mind, and I knew something had to change.

In the snow there was a animal foot print. SO I rusht to get a knife from the kitchen. I went outside and the snow tracts where gon!!!! I know that they can walk away but the roads were clear. “Danit” I couldn't get there in time now I have no idea what animal or thing that was. I finished up the day I cleaned up and ate diner.