does anyone here hear voices that the people around you don't hear? what is it like for you? what kinds of things do the voices say?
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Its more of a deafening silence all the time
all the time no meds
do they talk to you about what you're experiencing at the time? what about your memories?
Based also a no meds haver
are there even meds that have provably silenced voices like that in existence? I've been prescribed meds after telling professionals about schizo shit and they do nothing as far as I can tell
Listen to the voices you dumbass those are your ancestors; if it wasnt for them I wouldnt have a house and over $100k in savings right now
I hear things a way others dont. When I close my eyes, I see pic rel.
sometimes I see words when I close my eyes. when I was a kid I saw patterns instead
Words? How so?
When I close my eyes, it's like watching static, but the colour in that image is almost perfect. The blue and green with the faces is pretty much what I see when I close my eyes. This picture isn't right though; it's more like wispy smoke.
Years ago I seen a picture that was apparently what a person with schizophrenia sees and it was almost picture perfect of what I see.
sometimes words appear in the center of my vision, rarely other places. they're never that coherent and they're also not ever like, what I'm thinking or something, i can't really influence them
This is it
laying in bed this amalgamation is what I see
It's like I can either be horny and imagine sex shit or this pic is what I'm left with
you fucking skank
I know you're there behind it all
I can see you as well as the smoke
you fucking piece of shit
how'd you know that i'm smoking a cigarette right now
I wish I could hear voices so they could become my friends. It's over for normalcels.
I have schizophrenia but I never hear voices. I often have tactile hallucinations, for example there is a bug inside my ear or eye and it is laying eggs there, so I can feel it crawling inside my ear.
I hear people telling gossip about me to each other, also people who it wouldnt make sense to have said it (people on tv). I hear it all the time as a part of conversation that i would have trouble interpreting. I guess I really have no idea what they could be saying. Every stranger I run into knows so much about me to be alarming to think about, even if it is illogical that they could know anything about me. It has been going on for four years now I can hardly stand it. It was so bad at one point that I physically couldnt eat for three weeks because of the anxiety from it
I have experiences like this too. I once assaulted someone and destroyed my living space in the same week at my lowest.
What do you do about it? Its a miracle to think about it. I mean that if you get the sense of it being a miracle, to put yourself into that state of mind. I got into thinking all of the gossip was a mind trick and just the thought of what it could be was enough to assign it a miracle. The pleasure helps to take the threat out of it
I mostly just ignore whatever I hear of it and move on, unless I'm feeling up at the time and it's not violent towards me
Is it possible to permanently induce schizophrenia? I want to see my wife
I don't hear voices. But I tend to have psychotic episodes in wich I fall so hard for delusions like archons feeding off my soul energy or similar shit.
I only call that delusions because people tell me they are though.
Is that already schizophrenic?
diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia I only hear voices when highly psychotic, which I only was for maybe a year total in my life- they tell me that I am God, as in the Messiah here to save everyone and to wake up from the simulation to a real state of reality as Gods. Which really fucks me up because I used to be an atheist. I then go on to perform weird rituals IRL as everything I do in the little will translate to big happenings in the world, because I've got magic superpowers now and am the only real protagonist in this world tailored around me with everyone else in there being an NPC. Sooner or later police gets involved, I get arrested, put in the loony bin, escape, go on further on my mystic journey becoming more insane as day after day passes and losing more and more control. Then I set shit on fire, or break into places I don't belong, or do other crazy shit that gets me arrested again, put in the loony bin, escape, go on, until after the fourth encounter with police during last psychosis handcuffed and put directly into the isolation cell in the closed section of the mental ward where I'm injected with heavy sedatives and anti-psychotics directly into my bum.
psychosis- fun times.
curious about how you're here posting with us since it sounds like you're homeless. maybe I'm misinterpreting the jail tendencies. interesting read though. I was in the medical ward of a jail once but only had a covering put on my cell door some of the time. everything else was pretty normal. the people there were nicer than any other section of the jail I was put in before I got out.
ah yeah I don't live in the USA where people like me get homeless or locked up in jail.. it's this thing called civilized society we are pretty proud around here which involves actual treatment for schizos instead of jail or prison.. I lived a happy life on schizobucks for and I'm stable since years and now a more or less functioning member of society again.
That does actually sound lovely in comparison, even the injection if you consider that it's a genuine treatment attempt. Since getting out of jail I am at least on neetbux, i was walked through it with an assistant as part of the release program. congrats on stabilizing ^^
Unironically yes. Since I was 21ish.
It's like a couple of people having a muffled conversation with some things slipping through directly to me. The only voice that speaks directly to me is a woman's voice in a thick eastern european accent resembling my aunt's voice. I hear disjointed questions from her asking me what my place in the world is, where I think I belong, where I'm going, the like. I know it's not my internal monologue because the two argue. All voices speak in the different Languages I know. I never hear anything telling me to hurt myself or others thankfully, that would probably push me into suicide. But hearing these things have burnt my brain out. I got diagnosed at 23, but I stopped the meds because they made me a zombie, and I believe at this point the voices are a part of me and I don't want them gone. I use benzos to function at work and I am constantly listening to my ipod, it drowns them out when I need them gone. I put a bangin stereo and sub in my car for this reason. If it's too much to handle, I go for a drive and blast something fast and groovy. If I respond to them verbally, they listen. My mind's a weird place, but I've learned to be comfy there. It started as a broken lawn chair with spikes, now it's a comfy couch with a charger for my ipod. My roommate is a godsend and I was open with him when he caught me yelling at nothing (nothing in the world of the visible, at least), and he's understanding and just lets me be if I need to have a shouting match with with the woman asking me what my place is. I don't know what my place is. Maybe she'll be my motivation to seek it. One day/thing at a time.
ama I guess
What does the voice say?
>a male voice screaming in agony (from hell)
>mocking my inner monologue
>snatches of conversations (do i have super hearing of what?)
>a comforting, motherly voice
>many people speaking at once, the agents listening into my thoughts and discussing how they can better manipulate me
It's moreso seeing things. Communication by the warping of text and objects. Not a cereal box with a list of ingredients, but a label that says 'everyone knows you're disgusting', not a pile of laundry, but a corpse. I ask people- they tell me it's normal, they see nothing. That's how I know. Yes, I did something bad to repent to the higher power unleashing demons upon me, before I was forced to get help, which made me question my perception of reality. Feel like I've missed out on a good chunk of my youth due to trusting my 'special vision', and isolating myself.
God anon. That sounds so tiring. I know after I have episodes where I cannot be reasoned with, hearing and seeing and feeling threatened, I'm totally wiped. Can't focus, no energy. Dead. And it's not as bad as yours. I can't imagine what strength you have to work and support yourself with something like that. God willing things get better for you. I hope the voices aren't constant either. On meds, I'm conflicted, since I want to be free, but I want the full range of emotion and power I would have otherwise. I can at least say that some lifestyle changes have minimised symptoms like these, and I hope it will go up from here.
that's good that your roommate is kind about it. it also helps me out a lot to listen to music and drive my car, at least most of the time. sometimes I still feel like a husk but I have to do it anyways