Years ago as a psychology undergrad, I took kind of an interest in ECT and did some reading on it. Everything I was able to get hold of at the time in the psychology dept seemed to refer to it as ‘effective’ and ‘safe’. Fast forward 25 years, I am hospitalised. Suicidal. They offer me ECT. I accept, thinking it was safe. It never made any difference to my depression but my memory is nowhere near as accurate as it was. I have to write everything down now. I was never like this before ECT. I wish I had never done it. I feel damaged, and there’s no way now to get the lost faculties back.