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schizopositivity · 1 month

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Hallucinating is normal, many people experience it. You have most likely at least passed someone in the street who was hallucinating once. Or you've worked alongside a coworker who was actively hallucinating and you didn't even notice. Or your loved one hallucinated while you were in the room, but they were afraid to tell you.

Hallucinating is common, it's just not commonly talked about in everyday situations. If you don't experience it, or don't know someone who does and tells you about it, you've probably only heard it in the news or on TV. And they only really represent the worst possible outcome for shock value. But that isn't representative of how most of us who hallucinate experience it.

Most of us are just like everybody else, living our lives, just with the addition of hallucinations. We may need to take pills every day, or need therapy, or need to stay in mental hospitals sometimes, or need to be checked on by loved ones, but so do a lot of other people who don't hallucinate.

Hallucinations are just a symptom. Just like anxiety, or trouble concentrating, or tiredness. A lot of people experience it and have to learn to cope overtime. The only difference is we don't generally talk about it to people in casual settings. And it's because of the stigma. If you don't hallucinate, or know someone who does, you probably don't see hallucinations as a normal part of life, a symptom, just a thing plenty of people experience. But it is, it's not special, it isn't more dangerous, it doesn't have to be a huge deal.

Obviously hallucinations can be life changing and horrific, but so can other mental health symptoms. Hallucinations can also be neutral, or just annoying or even a positive experience. It's just a symptom, it doesn't automatically mean someone is in the worst mental state possible if they are hallucinating. It doesn't automatically mean someone is dangerous or unpredictable. It just means a person is experiencing senses that the people around them are not.

You have to learn to accept that it's just a symptom, and that people around you experience it, and they deserve to complain or talk about it just like anyone else gets to with other things in their lives. All you have to do is listen, and try to be understanding. Hallucinating is normal, you just need to stop treating it like it's abnormal.

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dead-rabbit-boy · 1 month

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I wanna be positive for once on this blog.

Shout out to schizospecs who:

-can't go off their meds for even a day

-are dangerous when psychotic

-carry around weapons to feel safe

- get intrusive thoughts

- don't have a support system

-aren't on meds

- are religious, but their religion impacts them negatively

-are paranoid 24/7

- haven't slept in a while

- are physically disabled

-get violent thoughts

- are easily triggered

- have a hard time masking

-can't mask at all

-are constantly dissociated

- age regress (in this case I'm talking involuntarily)

#schizoaffective #actually schizospec #actually schizophrenic #schizospec #schizophrenia #tw violent thought mention #tw religion mention #schizospec positivity #schizophrenia positivity #positivity #actually schizoaffective #half this shit applies to me #blargy talk

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imsodunwiththis · 1 year

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Psychotic and schizophrenic people are beautiful and deserve love and respect, ableism…not so much

#schizophrenia #schizophrenia positivity #nurodivergent #mental illness #mental health

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plaguedghosts · 1 month

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Tbh

I miss my mental health positivity blog. I deleted it a little while ago due to this blog evolving as I grow and cope with my life, and I reblog a lot of mental health positivity here now.

Should I remake it tho? If I do, it will be disability positivity rather than just for mental health as I am also physically disabled

#chronic pain #chronic illness #cripplepunk #mental health positivity #mental health #schizophrenia positivity #chronic illness positivity

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schizospecdreams · 3 months

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I hope peace wraps around you like a warm blanket. I hope you have people to love, I hope you have people that love you. If you feel alone try to reach out to someone (I’m here), you deserve companionship. I’m sorry the world is so hard. How wonderful it is that you are brave enough to persist.

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#moth mumbles #schizospec #actually schizospec #paranoid schizophrenia #schizospeak #schizoaffective #psychosis #actually schizophrenic #schizophrenia positivity #positivity #positive affirmations #mental health

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trivialoev · 2 years

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having schizophrenia is trying to be kind and supportive even when u feel nothing having schizophrenia is crying ur eyes out bc u r convinced ur friends despise u and will betray u but still finding the courage to text them to ask them how their date went having schizophrenia is rotting in a bed all day but taking the time to pet ur cat or drink a glass of water having schizophrenia is being so understood while talking to ur schizophrenic friends having schizophrenia is fearing of trusting medical professionals bc of ur bad experience but missing that one nurse at a psych ward having schizophrenia is feeling relief when ur new meds give u less side effects than ur previous ones having schizophrenia is putting urself out there when it's the scariest thing in the world having schizophrenia is thinking all strangers r against u but saying "thank u" and smiling to them when u can having schizophrenia is doing ur hobby again after a long time and feeling warm and content and enthusiastic having schizophrenia is being vulnerable w ur closed ones abt ur symptoms and getting even closer to them bc of that having schizophrenia is dropping out bc of ur mental health but not stopping to learn new things having schizophrenia is finding new ways to cope w ur hallucinations having schizophrenia is attending support group meetings for ppl like u and being scared but knowing that everyone is scared like u and even tho u r all different u all feel heard afterwards having schizophrenia can be fucking hard and lonely and alienating and terrifying and energy consuming but it's not a death sentence and we r complicated human beings who deserve to be loved and live happy lives whatever that might looks for us

#just my experience not speaking for anyone else !!#i wanted to make a positivity post for schizophrenia w/o romanticizing it #schizophrenia #schizophrenia positivity #schizo spectrum #actually schizophrenic #mental health #mental health awareness #mental disability #☁️.txt

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insipid-drivel · 1 year

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My Ex’s Conspiracy Theorist Jungle-Living Uncle

There are a lot of things I don’t miss about one of my exes. However, there’s one thing I do, and that happened to be hanging out with his uncle.

My ex’s uncle was a reedy, fuzzy, unwashed recluse that lived in the middle of the jungle north of Nambucca, Australia. I don’t know exactly what the place is called because it’s off the grid and has no real name, and I still have lingering trauma from the terrifying drive to and from his house.

This was a man who understood that chem trails were real, crystals could talk, music at certain frequencies could induce psychic visions, and that he didn’t mind living amongst giant carnivorous goanas with no indoor plumbing. I have no doubt that he may have been mildly schizophrenic, which only made hanging out with him that much more fun and interesting. I love hanging out with schizophrenics and have spent years as a supporter of an online support group for them. People with schizophrenia are not scary; they’re absolutely fascinating to talk to. I have never been more captivated or engaged in a conversation than I have with schizophrenic people. My dad was schizophrenic, and I’ve never loved anyone more. Even when the symptoms scared him, which happened sometimes, all I wanted to do was listen.

My ex’s uncle was probably the most fascinating and fun character of a man I’ve ever met and still struggle to believe the day I spent at his house wasn’t some kind of psychedelic trip I had back in my apartment in Sydney. It was the middle of November and the heat and humidity was something that even the most seasoned of Floridians would’ve balked at. The kicker? It was a 6 hour drive and my ex’s janky old car’s air conditioning was broken. It was at least 104F (40C) the entire ride, outside. I felt like I had a stamina bar from a survival video game and it was a race to get from rest stop to rest stop to find air conditioning before I got heat stroke.

To get to his house, we had to switch cars to a 4-wheeled SUV. It was the most harrowing 45 minutes in my life as we had to slowly drive along a rail-thin, dirt path cut into a ravine so steep it may as well have been a cliff. My ex was not helping by telling me about the sheer number of deaths that had occurred in his living memory alone from people rolling down the ravine, which was hundreds of feet deep. (Seriously Australians, I know hazing the Americans is fun, but please you live in a land of venom, death, and a simmering disregard for all temporal consequence. Be gentle with us when we’re already shitting ourselves.)

But the view was breathtaking. It was like walking into an episode of Planet Earth. There were vast, green fields that serves as pastures for small farmers with horses and sheep - lamb being a very popular export - between vast expanses of steaming rainforest. The sounds during the day were indescribable. After we got to the end of me Staring Death In The Face For 45 Minutes and I was able to get my shit together, I understood why his uncle wanted to live there.

His house is set on stilts on an almost 45 degree angle on a hill in a clearing in the forest. If you like cottagecore, you should’ve seen this place. He had his own little hydroelectric generator that pumped water and electricity to his house. He had wifi somehow. I don’t know how. The fact that he casually offered me weed growing in a pot on his front porch before my foot touched the ground already had me comfortable with not thinking too hard.

He lived off the land and occasional trips into a town so tiny that you could stand on the top of the decline where the “Welcome To” sign was and see straight down to the “Now Leaving” sign. It was a microscopic little town of hardened badasses that spat in the Grim Reaper’s face on a daily basis. In his house, there were quartz crystals wedged into every conceivable nook and cranny, and he had a boombox from the 90′s playing low, drowning music at a specific frequency he assured me would assist in opening my Third Eye.

I assured him that every eye I had was pretty fucking wide open at that point.

He explained to me his distaste for chem trails, and I nodded along. He made me a cup of tea from a tin kettle over an open-propane burner that fueled his stove and we sat together on a bench on his fenced porch watching the cockatoos and kookaburras flying over us. Inevitably, because I had already come perilously close to wetting myself just in getting there, I expressed a need to use the restroom.

“Oh, well, you’ve got two options. Ya can go around the corner or in the river, but there are more biting flies by the river.”

“Great.” Fortunately, the hill his house was set on was so remote that it was easy for me to find a hiding spot to squat in around the corner. I didn’t want to know where he got the fertilizer for his greenhouse from.

After doing my business, I came back and we resumed chatting. He was telling me about how the wooden tool shed across from the house had once been his house, because he’d built the house with his bare hands while living out of a shack no larger than 9′x6′.

As I’m marveling at the sheer incalculable mass of this delightful madman’s testicles, I hear a rustling from the bushes.

The biggest goana I have ever seen in my life (meaning the only goana) crept out from the underbrush directly from where I’d just taken a leak. It crawled up the stoop and stared at me, forked tongue flicking as it stared at me and considered me.

My ex’s uncle grinned from ear to fucking ear while I realized that I was sitting on the hill I was literally going to die on. I froze as this gigantic, toothy lizard looked me dead in the eye, and then noticed a kookaburra in a nearby tree and decided I wasn’t worth it.

Suddenly, I feel a metal cylinder in my lap.

This man has placed a 12 gauge shotgun in my lap. “Don’t be scared! They’re just looking for birds this time of year.”

“You... can have that here?” I may be American and I may live in a swamp, but I’ve never handled guns before. I’ve never needed to. And then there was the matter that I had been convinced that Australia had banned firearms to civilians.

“I use it to protect the cockatoo chicks! They’re rare out here!” he explained, constantly chipper about the entire thing as he took the gun away and set it aside. He explained to me that a flock of a rare, endangered species of cockatoo lived in the trees around where we were sitting, and he had a permit for a shotgun in order to protect himself from exactly what just happened 2 minutes before.

Meanwhile, my ex is casually slapping my arms and legs to keep biting flies the size of quarters from making me cry for my mother, stunning them, tying a strand of hair around them, and then flinging them around like they were tiny dogs on leashes, and explaining that that’s what kids out there did for fun.

I prayed to Steve Irwin for strength. That explained Crocodile Hunter.

His uncle decides it’s time for us to have some fun and leads us away from the relative safety of his house and down to the shallows of the river we’d driven over to get there. He proceeded to teach me to catch frogs until dusk.

He brought us back to his house, and when I explained to him that I was a Bandrui and that magpies were a major spirit animal in my work in my faith, he told me to wait where I was standing and disappeared into the upstairs of his house I never got to see. He returned with a bundle of feathers. Including a tailfeather from the black-and-yellow, endangered cockatoos he had collected.

“Take them,” he said, practically shoving them into my arms while I had to take my jaw off the floor.

“What?! They’re rare! I can’t pay you!” I was shocked.

But he insisted. “No. You have important work to do. Take them.” He was so confident that I had to wonder if he knew something more than I did, and so I thanked him gratuitously. I still have his bundle of feathers to this day.

“Time for you to get back!” he abruptly pronounced as the sky started to turn pink.

“Huh?” I had no idea why he was insisting on it, but he sounded like he was confident of something.

“You’ll see!” he replied with another grin, and waved as we drove off with the sun going down.

The drive back meant another 45 minutes on the Death Road. In the dark.

That was how I discovered that, in the jungle when the sun goes down, millions of tree frogs migrate down the Death Slope. One jumped down my boobs. Getting back to where we were staying, I almost walked face-first into a Golden Orbweaver Spider, and decided I missed Bigfoot and the innocuous red eyes in the dark. At least they kept their distance.

#storytime #this is 100% true i am not making a single thing up #australia is wild #australia #i don't know if he was even real #but he was awesome #schizophrenia #schizophrenia positivity #long post

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itsalltooloud · 2 years

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learming that xkcd hat guy disappeared from the internet for years because he had schizoaffective disorder just like me, and he’d actually gotten to a point where he could gain weight and had an amazing, supportive s/o literally meant the entire world to me. his coming back video did so much to reinstill hope in me. i cannot describe how much he means to me and how excited i get when i see people talk about him. no one ever goes “ohh, yeah, xkcd hat guy?? yeah, he’s such a freak.” everytime he’s brought up, it’s something positive, and just like, that means so much to me, man.

#xkcd #xkcd hat guy #xkcd appreciation post #schizophrenia #schizophrenia positivity

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tortiefrancis · 1 year

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hey fun fact did you know that if you're on the schizophrenia spectrum, have psychosis, have psychotic symptoms or traits, etc, that you're loved and your symptoms and traits should not be vilainized or seen as evil or ugly?

#sam.txt #sam.neuro #psychosis #schizospec #schizophrenia spectrum #schizophrenia #szpd #stpd #neurodivergent #schizoid personality disorder #schizotypal personality disorder #schizoaffective #nd #persodivergent #interdivergent #positivity

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frogsforthefrogwar · 1 year

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We love people with low and no empathy here!

#low empathy #no empathy #autism #actually psychotic #actually autistic #psycotic #autistic #npd positivity #npd #bpd #hpd #aspd #cluster b #schizophrenia

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fella-lovin-fella · 4 months

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hey i just wanted to give a shout out to people with personality disorders real quick. your disorder doesn't make you evil, it doesnt make you an abuser, and it doesnt make you unlovable. you're just as deserving of respect, care, and support as people without personality disorders. stay safe, i love you and i hope you have a happy holiday season. we're in this together <3

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rrivlet · 10 months

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you like psychotic people. reblog.

#schizoaffective #schizophrenia #schizotypal #actually schizophrenic #psychosis #schizospec #post of the tributary #there WILL BE Positivity for psychotic people here #even if I have to do it myself

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schizoetic · 4 months

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This is for the people who lost opportunities, friends, family, possessions, homes and years because of mental illness. There is still so much that you can have or regain. This isn't the end for you. Better things are ahead. It's still possible for you to be happy and feel whole. Your dreams are still within reach. You aren't broken... you're growing... and I hope someday you'll be satisfied that things didn't pan out ideally for you.

#schizophrenia #psychosis #schizoaffective #bipolar #mental illness #mental health awareness #mental health advocate #positive vibes #positive mental attitude

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psycho-positive · 7 months

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A little meme for all the schizospecs out there !! We're sorta left out a lot so I wanted to make smth. I might make more idkkkk

#mental health #positivity #psychosis #psychosis positivity #mental health positivity #positive #schizophrenia #schizospec #schizo spectrum

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plaguedghosts · 2 years

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Reminder: schizophrenic people are not inherently violent for having schizophrenia

#mental illness #schizo spectrum #schizophrenia #schizophrenic spectrum #schizoaffective #psychosis #mental health #mental health positivity #schizophrenia positivity

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clinically-kitty · 9 months

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Ppl who have issues with hygiene ily. Ppl who cant brush theyre teeth regularly. Ppl who dont shower for months. Ppl who wear the same clothes for days.

If all u can do is brush or shower once every few weeks or months ily. If all you can do is change into a different pair of pajama pants today ily. Or if you cant do any of it ily.

Ik ppl will be like “its not healthy to spread positivity now my teeth are rotting bc I didnt care” which I understand to some extent for some ppl but no amount of scaring me about how my teeth health will suffer is going to make me do it more, my brain quite literally can’t foresee the positive outcomes and will refuse to make it a daily habit no matter how much its barked at me over and over.

Sometimes its not something that can be helped. And its not bc I dont care or i like being disgusting or dont understand the risks I literally just cant.

#mrmidnightmeows #positivity #negative symptoms #schizophrenic spectrum #schizophrenia #schizoeffective #actually schizospec #psychosis #pseriouslypsychosis

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