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ITT: You self diagnose a mental illness.
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2017-02-11 at 4:12 PM UTCi'm probably schizotypal and have some sort of disaffect. also, i'm pretty sure that my amygdala/hypothalamus are no longer capable of producing the stress experience, they're ruined.
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2017-02-11 at 5:03 PM UTCI'm diagnosed with depression, I suppose that was a positive thing because now I know not to waste my time with doctors for routine shit aka money grabs.
Really I'm probably some type of autismo, assberger, schizo. I don't say much and when I do people tend to get offended. I can reflect on so many times where I thought about making some comment as part of regular work/school banter and decided not to only to realize how fucked I'd have been had I actually said it. -
2017-02-11 at 7:44 PM UTC
Originally posted by Hash Slinging Slasher For me it's more delusional thinking and paranoia than it is hallucinations. I tend to draw connections between thoughts or events that make no sense to anyone else. I almost always assume that everyone has the worst intentions in mind, or that they have ulterior motives and can't possibly be "just trying to help." Interestingly this effect didn't used to apply to women at all until a couple of years ago, now it applies to everyone.
I definitely get hallucinations but can easily tell them from reality unless I'm very sleep deprived.
The most common one for me is seeing a person or animal run in front of my car while I'm driving at night, or seeing people crouched behind trees.
Inside my house I'll see cats that aren't there (apparently that's a pretty common one)
I will constantly see large semi trucks or abnormally large cars parked in odd places in the distance that will slowly disappear the closer I get.
I used to see bugs that weren't there, thankfully I don't really get that anymore.
If I sit in a small room for too long, I will start to see patterns on the walls.
If I'm very sleep deprived it gets worse. I'll see random structures rising in the distance out of nowhere, like radio antennas and water towers. Once I start seeing these I get instantly and incredibly terrified for no reason. I have no idea why. I know it isn't real but it's still terrifying and it generally ends in a full blown panic attack.
I wonder if this is something like temporal lobe epilepsy rather than mental illness though because it fits the symptoms pretty well. There's always a noticeable change in consciousness and a strong feeling of deja vu, like I am reliving something that has happened before.
I also used to hear music playing from a radio, and when I would go to turn it up or down the radio would be off. Sleep deprivation would cause the music to play off-key, which was immensely unnerving.
Smoking any amount of Marijuana will result in me sitting right next to my front door with an AK-47 for like four hours, positive that someone is going to break in any second. Yet amphetamines seem to cause the symptoms to either disappear for a couple of days, or make me look at the situation objectively and realize that there's nothing to be worried about. If I drink too much alcohol one night, the psychotic symptoms will be magnified for most of the next day, but not while I'm actually drunk.
At work I'll see people walk up to me out of the corner of my eye, and when I look toward them they will be gone, apparently another pretty common one.
I constantly hear people call my name but there will be nobody there, or if there is somebody they will say that they never called me.
Post last edited by Hash Slinging Slasher at 2017-02-11T12:31:02.441056+00:00
That sounds scary as fuck. ALSO!!! I know the music out of tune feel when sleep deprived, a long while ago i was on the PC doing stuff and i had the TV on for some background noise. When all of a sudden the music on the TV sounded out of key and the voice of the narrator became unintelligible and sounded like someone was in distress, at the same time the sound that the TV was giving off became omni-directional. This all lasted for just about a second or two but that was very unnerving. -
2017-02-11 at 9:28 PM UTCHahaha, "music out of tune". Reminds me of DMT and immediately realizing what a fucking joke it had been to have expected pleasant music to have any effect once it began. Really an interesting shift in perception.
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2017-02-11 at 10:16 PM UTCChronic industrial-strength faggotry
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2017-02-11 at 11:06 PM UTCAntisocial personality disorder
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2017-02-11 at 11:34 PM UTC
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2017-02-12 at 2:35 AM UTCim supposed to have ADD but i think that and ADHD are horse shit so its basically a way for me to get amphetamines for way cheap
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2017-02-12 at 3:07 AM UTCAddiction to chicken and cheef keef
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2017-02-12 at 8:47 AM UTC
Originally posted by Sophie That sounds scary as fuck. ALSO!!! I know the music out of tune feel when sleep deprived, a long while ago i was on the PC doing stuff and i had the TV on for some background noise. When all of a sudden the music on the TV sounded out of key and the voice of the narrator became unintelligible and sounded like someone was in distress, at the same time the sound that the TV was giving off became omni-directional. This all lasted for just about a second or two but that was very unnerving.
Originally posted by Malice Hahaha, "music out of tune". Reminds me of DMT and immediately realizing what a fucking joke it had been to have expected pleasant music to have any effect once it began. Really an interesting shift in perception.
The music out of tune was by far the worst, but thankfully I don't get it much anymore unless I'm binging on stims -
2017-02-12 at 8:29 PM UTC
Originally posted by Sophie What was the trauma?
I was abused for years by my mother when I was just a child. On my teenage, I started working out a lot and doing lots of training. As she began to see I got much bigger she started taking it more carefully but still one day again she tried to knock me down and beat me like she always did. Instead I beat the living shit out of her sick arse. She never dared lift a hand at me again, but the abuse continued in different ways. She would take us eating but buy me no food. She would say bad things about me to my friends or take away anything I owned, which by that time I had bought myself because she wouldn't even buy me stuff for school even when she was concubine of some rich old dude twice her age.
She also tried to stab me a couple of times and once she smacked the shit out of my sister with an iron pot.
I came close to sneaking into her room one night and stick a dagger on her throat, but instead I just went back to my room, packed up with clothes and money and took the bus to school the next day but ran away from the school. Haven't seen her ever since, that is 11 years ago now.
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2017-02-12 at 8:43 PM UTCGood God, I tried to avoid this fucking thread and then it's worth than Bill Krozby nudes.
I only read the post above mine. That's fucked up. If you need a buddy or something let me know. -
2017-02-12 at 8:54 PM UTC
Originally posted by Anal Scratch Hemorrage I was abused for years by my mother when I was just a child. On my teenage, I started working out a lot and doing lots of training. As she began to see I got much bigger she started taking it more carefully but still one day again she tried to knock me down and beat me like she always did. Instead I beat the living shit out of her sick arse. She never dared lift a hand at me again, but the abuse continued in different ways. She would take us eating but buy me no food. She would say bad things about me to my friends or take away anything I owned, which by that time I had bought myself because she wouldn't even buy me stuff for school even when she was concubine of some rich old dude twice her age.
She also tried to stab me a couple of times and once she smacked the shit out of my sister with an iron pot.
I came close to sneaking into her room one night and stick a dagger on her throat, but instead I just went back to my room, packed up with clothes and money and took the bus to school the next day but ran away from the school. Haven't seen her ever since, that is 11 years ago now.
Post last edited by Anal Scratch Hemorrage at 2017-02-12T20:38:21.730493+00:00
Post last edited by Anal Scratch Hemorrage at 2017-02-12T20:40:54.533814+00:00
Jesus, well no wonder you have psychological problems. And i mean that in the most compassionate manner.
Originally posted by RisiR Good God, I tried to avoid this fucking thread and then it's worth than Bill Krozby nudes.
I only read the post above mine. That's fucked up. If you need a buddy or something let me know.
Basically i was poking fun at victim culture. But everyone is too dense to see it, or happy to play along idk.
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2017-02-12 at 8:56 PM UTCI'll play along!
I'm an empath <3 That means really I wuv others. A real hugbox full of compassion.
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2017-02-12 at 8:58 PM UTC
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2017-02-12 at 9:01 PM UTCDon't discriminate against my mental illness motherfucker. Now I'm triggered.
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2017-02-12 at 9:02 PM UTC
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2017-02-12 at 10:31 PM UTC
Originally posted by RisiR Good God, I tried to avoid this fucking thread and then it's worth than Bill Krozby nudes.
I only read the post above mine. That's fucked up. If you need a buddy or something let me know.
Most of that is cool now bro but sure let's be friends! The worst I usually have now is sudden episodes of rage during the night where pictures in my mind of me generally fighting or murdering people that scare away the sleep and a bit of difficulty towards women and around authoritary figures like parents (dad, uncles/aunts/grandparents, teachers, employers, police) because I've mostly lived alone ever since.
That and sometimes some really bizarre nightmares when I manage to get some sleep, but I have grown used to those.
Originally posted by Sophie Jesus, well no wonder you have psychological problems. And i mean that in the most compassionate manner.
Basically i was poking fun at victim culture. But everyone is too dense to see it, or happy to play along idk.
On the begining I was too, but since I couldn't figure out what to make up I tried to joke a bit with what I really have. It's the best thing I can do about it since medication only seems to make it impressively worse.