This too is gonna be a long post. Sorry 
I had a series of ECT treatments in 2000, twelve years ago. Prior to that I had tried various medications and psychotherapy treatments, but the intractable depression remained. I had done a few stints in psychiatric wards, as well as a serious suicide attempt. I had requested ECT on a number of occasions but it was refused. At the time I was also a sole parent to four teenagers. Not a particularly happy camper you might say. Finally, my condition was considered serious enough for ECT to be approved.
My memory is certainly a bit fuzzy in the weeks prior to and following the treatments, but I believe I had 12 sessions over a period of two weeks. I was given a very light general anaesthetic so remember nothing of the procedures, and returned to my room within 1/2 hr. One time I woke with wet pants: I’d peed myself under the treatment. Nobody warned me that this might be a possibility, so I made sure to wear a pad for future sessions…as it turned out, I didn’t need them. I recall having a nasty headache after one of the sessions, but again, that was not repeated in later ones.
I returned home the day after the final treatment still feeling like shit. Weeks passed, and a new psychiatrist recommended yet another anti-depressant thinking that the ECT had failed me too. Within a couple of days I was as high as a kite…I’ve never been diagnosed as bipolar, but from my understanding I was certainly in an incredible manic phase. Now whether it was the effects of the ECT finally cutting in, or a combination of that and the new meds, I don’t know. I stayed on the meds for just two weeks feeling so grandiose and invincible it was dangerous. Fun, but dangerous. At least I had the presence of mind to quit the meds.
So that was 12 years ago, and I have not experienced any depression whatsoever since. But like AHunter3 mentions, I don’t feel much of anything at all. Lows and highs are absent. It has given me more control over my then out-of-control life, but maybe it has come at a cost.
To give an example, a few months ago I attended the birth of my second grandson born via caesarean. As he emerged, the tears flowed from my eyes, the smile on my face was cheshire-like, but I didn’t ‘feel’ anything much. It’s like my physical body knows how to react to certain situations (happy, sad etc) but my actual emotions are disconnected from that. So, from all appearances I am a normal, functioning adult human being who loves her family and friends, works full-time, and lives reasonably well, but there’s certainly something missing.
Now whether this can be attributed to the ECT, I really don’t know. Nor do I know what my life would have been like had I *not *undergone the treatments…I suspect it might well have been more chaotic, perhaps I might have succeeded in an attempt on my life. All I know is that this is my life now, I’m contented and boringly predictable.
And that’s OK for me. Sometimes I wish I could really get swallowed up in joy, or grief as the case may be. Really FEEL it right down to my bones…but then I remember what sort of a nutjob I was when I was depressed when my feelings were all over the shop anyway, and didn’t correspond to the occasion either. For me, this is liveable.