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schizopositivity · 2 years
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how to advocate for schizophrenics and psychotics in every day life:
correct people when they misuse the word "psychotic" (as in if they use it in any other way but a serious disconnect from reality, delusions or hallucinations)
correct people when they use the word "schizophrenic" as an adjective (its not!!! its a severe and persistant mental disorder)
correct people when they call people "crazy" aka "shes been acting crazy lately" (they likely dont actually mean it and this word is thrown around a lot, but as a schizophrenic im asking you to not use this word to describe people since this has been tied to me and my fellow psychotics for ages)
do not assume that a psychotic person is dangerous in any way (psychotic people are more likely to be the victims of abuse than be the abusers)
when talking about mental illness or the mental illness community as a whole consider, does this apply to psychotic and schizophrenic people as well? (if not, youre not talking about the whole community! its that simple)
do not purposley trigger someones paranoia aka telling people that theres someone after them (this is always harmful and potentially life threatening, its not a joke and never was)
dont assume schizophrenia is "just hallucinations and delusions" (its much more than that, it has negative and cognitive symptoms as well, which for some people is much worse than the positive symptoms of hallucinations and delusions)
dont make lobotomy jokes aka "lobotomize me" jokes (these procedures were used to turn schizophrenics into "pets" so that other people could better deal with us, its not a joke)
dont act "crazy" for shock value aka wide eyes, rocking back and fourth, shaking (our mannerisms arent for you to pretend to be crazy with, this is who we actually are, im looking at you rock bands)
dont fear the people on the street talking to themselves aka calling the cops on them (these people are suffering, these people need help, them being psychotic doesnt make them any more dangerous than anybody else)
dont use the word delusional for every idea you dont agree with aka "that conservative politician is delusional!" (delusions specifically describe strongly held beliefs outside of reality, not just beliefs outside youre specific world view)
dont expect people to express emotions the same way you do aka "why arent you reacting?" (many schizophrenics stuggle with flat affect and cant change it, it doesnt mean we dont feel things, just that we dont express them the same way)
dont expect us to be able to do the same amount of, or intensity of work you do aka "i work 5 days a week, you have it easy!" (executive disfunction is very common in schizophrenia, it doesnt make us lazy, we are just disabled)
dont post derealization without tagging it or TWing it as such aka that post with a fake european country saying that americans dont even know what country this is (we already struggle enough with figuring out whats real and whats not we dont need "pranks" or "jokes" trying to fool us without any TW)
dont assume schizophrenic and psychotic people cant see your post or view your media or anything else (we are real people interacting with the world just like everybody else, we can see your jokes about us, or your media portraying us as dangerous, we arent fictional characters)
dont assume youre superior to, or smarter than us (once again we are real people, we deserve the same respect as anyone else on the planet)
dont call someones delusion stupid aka "obviously youre not the reincarnation of kurt cobain thats stupid" (you have no idea how real these are for us, they dont always make sense to you but they do to us, please respect that)
dont ask if were hallucinating right now (its none of youre business! and if we say yes youll likely ask where it is, and if we show you youll likely look in the direction of the hallucination which is dangerous, it blends the real world with the hallucination and its already hard enough for us to tell the difference)
dont stop trusting us and what we say just because were psychotic (we still deserve to be listened to and trusted just like everybody else)
learn about less talked about symotoms like catatonia, avolition and word salad (these are just as common as the talked about ones, but just less talked about cause i guess it doesnt make for an intresting horror movie)
learn more about schizophrenia and psychosis from actual schizophrenics and psychotics (a great example is the podcast Inside Schizophrenia, scrolling through this blog, looking up students with psychosis)
TLDR: no go back and read it, its the least you could do
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jinxed-ninjago · 11 months
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Can we talk about Jay literally being psychotic and delusional at the beginning of Crystalized more
Like he LITERALLY fits the medical definitions of psychotic and delusional.
I’ve analyzed Jay’s mental stability before but there’s a reason his behavior is how it is at the beginning of Crystalized. Jay is literally the most mentally and emotionally unstable person on the ninja’s team. He needs to be around people to stay mentally and emotionally stable, and he lost that when he became a hermit.
In Jay’s case, mental and emotional instability leads to psychosis.
That psychosis is why he seemed to take Nya’s sacrifice worse than Kai. That psychosis is why he didn’t think anyone else cared that Nya was gone. That psychosis is why he was talking to glasses of water like they were Nya.
He was literally so detached from reality that he was experiencing delusions, and possibly hallucinations (specifically auditory ones in the form of hearing Nya speaking to him) to cope with losing Nya.
I can understand being upset with Jay’s behavior at the beginning of Crystalized, but I also don’t think it needs to be criticized from a writing standpoint. Jay’s mental health needs to be taken into account when we talk about how he grieves. He’s not mentally stable and frankly I don’t think he’s ever been whereas the rest of the team does pretty well staying grounded on their own, why is how Jay responded to Nya’s sacrifice so surprising? Because when you take Jay’s mental health into account it shouldn’t be surprising.
It’s even shown that once Jay regains some of that mental stability that requires he be around other people his grief is closer in exhibition to Kai’s.
But people still don’t acknowledge that the reason Jay acted like he was the only one who cared about Nya is because he was in a psychotic state, and I hate it. Jay’s psychosis in Crystalized NEEDS to be acknowledged more.
Also before someone brings up Tournament of Elements, Jay didn’t become a hermit in Tournament of Elements and thus was still around other people, which probably kept him sane and grounded. He literally retreated to the lighthouse prison and became a hermit after Seabound.
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oleander-nin · 1 year
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Secrets(Yan!Rise!Donnie x Reader)
A/N, not important: Had an idea and executed it horribly, oh well. This was not proofread at all. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.
Tw: kidnapping, yandere themes, unconsentual touching(nonsexual), crying, being locked in a dark room, collar w/ chain
Words: 741
Summary: Donnie finally brings you home without anyone else knowing
-Ollie
Light floods in as the door swings silently open, the darkness being chased out of the small room for a fleeting moment. The door swings shut once more, the softshell turtle’s markings being the only source of light in the room. His captive squirms in his grasp, Donnie’s battleshell digging painfully into their soft stomach. When they start to whimper, small pleads falling from their mouth as they beg the mutant to be freed, to beg for their life, Donnie merely shushes them. He had no wish to let his captive go, not when they looked so perfect wrapped up in his ninpo.
Donnie sighs as they continue to whine, their eyes wet with tears while Donnie sets their limp body on the small cot he had in there. He would make a bed soon, one that was specified to their exact needs once they proved they deserved it. But for now, the cot was all they needed. His battleshell produces metal arms, grabbing a chain out of a compartment built into the wall. Donnie easily attaches the chain to the collar his captive was wearing, cooing at the sight. He watched in satisfaction as they struggle to pull it off, neither chain nor collar budging.
His hands wrap around his prisoner’s, pulling the limbs away from their neck. Their eyes start to leak as Donnie sighs, a box of tissues being produced from his battleshell. “Hush now, dear. The room is soundproof, there is no one to hear your cries but me, and believe me. I don’t want to hear them.” Donnie’s voice is gentle, yet firm, a silent warning hiding between the words.
Their sniffles continue, but slowly quiet, tears streaming down their cheeks and dripping onto the floor. Donnie takes a deep breath, trying his best to not lose his temper. He understood their fear, to an extent. He had just drugged them, kidnapped them, and made everyone believe they were dead, of course they’d be a bit upset. But their fear should’ve ended the moment they realized they were with Donnie, the one person who cares for them the most. Donnie continues to silently wipe their face with the tissues, cringing as stray tears touch his skin.
“I really am doing what’s best for you, there’s no reason for you to be acting like such a dumb dumb right now.” The prisoner scoffs wetly, their voice cracking as they try to become coherent enough to speak. A single drawn eyebrow raises, Donnie seemingly not impressed with their small amount of attitude. They should be thanking him, not crying. It really was a shame they couldn’t see how much he loved them, everything would be so much easier then. Donnie wouldn’t have had to build them this room, and he wouldn’t have to hide them from his brothers.
Donnie waits patiently for them to speak, his eyes scanning their puffy face as their mouth spills nothing but soft babbles and incoherent pleas. His hands pull back from their face, unable to deal with the onslaught of liquid pouring from their eyes. A grimace dons the mutants face, a generous amount of hand sanitizer coating the palm of his hand. The faint scent of alcohol floods both of their noses, Donatello’s captive crying harder as they pull their knees to their chest. Donatello watches for a moment more, his hands twitching at his sides with a scowl on his face.
Standing from the cot with a huff, Donnie leaves the room without looking back, leaving the young adult to fend for themselves in the cramped room. The door slid shut, sealing itself against the wall until it looked near indistinguishable from the other panels in the room. Donnie moved to his lab table, looking over different designs and blueprints that were spread across the surface. It was incredibly frustrating, having to confine his love to such a small space. If only his brothers weren’t such dumb dumbs, if only the one he gave his heart to loved him back. 
No matter, the room was built, and his love was secured. It was equipped with a small bathroom and all the basic necessities. He would add more decorative items as rewards for good behavior, but for now, it only needed the necessities. He pulls out a pencil, making small edits to a blueprint he was making. Everything would work out. They were his, and his forever. No one had to know.
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rachymarie · 2 months
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I feel like anyone who suffers/suffered psychosis should be treated with the respect of like a war vet. I hope that's not some kind of blasphemy but bear with me: losing your mind (psychosis) is one of the most terrifying experiences anyone can go through and then we're expected to just get back on with normal life/business as usual as if nothing happened/we didn't survive the apocalypse/rapture etc in our reality. It's like you've been through a kind of war, and we're left with metaphorical shrapnel in our heads. (In fact interestingly I believe there is a significant history of war vets developing schizophrenia and such)
Like, damn right, we deserve a medal for getting through that. We should pretty much be allowed/supported to retire. Cos damn working is stressful and sometimes triggering. And whoever helped us through/cared about us gets a thousand blessings
To all my fellow schizospecs I wish you wellness and safety and the ability to get through the day 🩶🪙 you are important
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withoutalice · 2 months
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WIP doujin page. Kinda based in some past irl stuffs haha. Also can be looked at in the lense of my Max fic.
I know it looks bad in the tags but it's not medical malpractice i promise-
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They're just trying to help...
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thecatspasta · 1 month
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Curious so
*edit: You can know its not real but still believe in it (if that makes sense). I know (objectively) that there is nothing in my house but I still believe there is and am still terrified of it and on extreme high alert of it
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charleslee-valentine · 7 months
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Bobby gets back on the bus from ‘Nam a week or so later than the other soldiers in his unit. They kept him in the hospital a while, doing surgeries on his head and rebuilding his skull out of metal.
There was one part of him he couldn’t get back though. Not ever.
He’d heard the news about Nubbins through a postcard for some roadside attraction they’d killed the owners of years ago to drive out competition. Written on the back in scrawly writing, they made it clear as day- “Your brother is dead.”
Not that he believed it. Nubbins wouldn’t leave him. They promised as kids not to die without the other.
He’s still in his uniform, still stained with his own blood, when he storms upstairs to their old shared room.
“Robert Sawyer don’t you dare defy me! Get your skinny ass back here!” Drayton called after him, maybe trying to protect him.
He hadn’t listened.
They kept Nubbins. They even put a little over shirt on him so he wouldn’t get cold. And Bubbas keeping him company and everything! It’s like nothings wrong at all.
Bubba cries as he holds him. Weeps and shakes and blabbers on and on.
Bobby doesn’t move away from the doorway yet. He just doesn’t wanna spook his little brother.
“He-Hey Bubba.. N-Nubs.”
His Bubba looks up at him, and there’s tears in those big eyes. It reminds him of when they were little, and Bubba was just getting real good at walking, when he’d tripped and skinned up his hands and his knees.
The only difference is back then Nubbins had been the one to pick Bubba up and make him giggle by blowing a little raspberry on his cheek or telling him something silly, bringing the light back to their toddler brother's face.
This time, Bubba carries Nubbins. And Nubbins just stares. He lifts him up real gentle-like, and places him in Bobby’s arms.
Up close, Bobby can see the places they stitched and mended on his brother. Metal ties and staples keep his joints together in some places.
But he’s together! So the shape he’s in, he’s practically okay! Bobby expected worse when he heard he got hit by one of those big rig trucks. In his mind, his twin was just a pile of gore and bones, all the stuff they never use in their cooking.
Bobby helps Nubbins to stand up, ignoring Bubba's panicked noises, and just keeping his hands under his brother's armpits to keep him from crumbling down onto the ground.
His jaw is broken, held together by a couple of stitches, so Bobby does the talking for him, “What-What’chu cryin’ ‘b-bout?”
Bubba sobs and makes more of his whimpery little noises in response, showing the subject of his panic by grabbing Nubbins by his shoulders and just shaking. Rattling his loosely strung together bones and making just the sickest crunching noise.
Well, he always was a little scrawny. It makes Bobby smile just a little to see his brothers haven’t changed all that much.
He even helps Nubbins raise up his stiff hand and wipe away the tears under Bubba's mask with them, “I-It’s o..k-kay! Your b-big brothers a-are here!”
Bubba still looks skeptical, so Bobby does the only thing he can think of and initiates a group hug. First he hugs their little brother, then gives Nubbins a little push forward. Instantly Bubba squeezes them back, his sobs turned to quiet sniffles, comforted in his big brothers’ arms.
All these big emotions and feelings are enough that Bobby could just sing! So he does. He belts some lines of an old Sly song that’s a few years old by now.
“It’s a family affair, oh..! Blood out there, blood out there!!”
“N-Nubbins sing the-the backup!!” He encourages his twin to join, holding up his cracked jaw and bobbling his head back and forth for him while he sings the words in echo, again in that slightly different pitch he uses to speak for Nubbins.
That part even gets Bubba to giggle a little. Just like when they were young and the only way they could get the baby to smile was to play together. No fighting, no yelling, no calling names and tearing hair out and throwing punches.
Call him a hippie, but that inspires something in Bobby’s heart. Makes him feel some genuine affection, “Let’s..Let’s all p-promise right n-now! No more l-leavin’ each other. Not for n-nothin’!”
To seal the deal, he holds out his shaky hand, leaving only his pinky finger up. Bubba instantly locks his larger finger around Bobby’s, and together, they help unfurl Nubbins’ hand, slow so they don’t bust any of the patch jobs, and have him join in the pinky promise.
Everything will be fine now.
Nubbins wasn’t really gone. They’d always have him. So what if he needed a little extra help to get by? He always had, and so did Bubba. Bobby didn’t mind taking care of them.
That’s what brothers are for.
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purpleflameb0i · 20 days
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Delusions are wild
Like, sometimes I completely believe that there are maggots in my arms or throat,
And sometimes I'm just physically a lil creature.
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waambles · 3 months
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Damn.
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icarusxxrising · 8 months
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TW // Delusion Trigger Discussion / Sentence
Hey this is your reminder that things like "there are bugs in your skin" "I'm in your walls/vents etc." "Someone is coming for you". Are delusional triggers that can cause psychotic episodes in people who suffer from delusions/impulsions and if you're going to use those sentences you need to have a warning in place similar to flashing lights warnings!
Not everyone with delusions/impulsions/paranoia is triggered by those sentences but there are people who do get triggered and they deserve to scroll the internet without being triggered and caused distress!
And if you're commenting those things on posts / tiktoks of people who have paranoia/delusions/impulses that's very fucked up and ableist!
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schizopositivity · 2 years
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TW: delusions and reality check
advertisements that say "this is your sign to..." or "you were made for..." are especially harmful to psychotic people
we are already prone to look for signs in things, we are already prone to believing that outside sources like TVs can directly contact us
but remember they are just advertisements, they are made to make you believe they are talking to you directly when they arent actually, they are sending the same exact ad to many other people, they wouldnt spend time and money making an ad for just one person
they just want your money, you dont need to to do what they say
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fossys · 5 months
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"omg im so delulu" omg me too!!! i believed i was a messenger of the 'real god' for a week, believed i was being talked to through our schools pa system, and that i was going to show everyone the truth about religion!! isnt being delulu so fun?
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maceofpentacles · 9 months
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i know we all haha hehe laugh at posts about being delusional but some people need to realize that delusions are a very serious topic and should not be taken lightly.
if you or someone you know is showing signs of experiencing genuine delusions, please seek help! search for something that can help you, or whoever it is experiencing the delusions, ground yourself in reality. this may not help 100% of the time but it’s better than getting stuck inside of a seemingly endless delusional cycle.
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yvtro · 1 year
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cotarded jason my beloved. jason for whom food sometimes tastes like blood and soil. jason who doesn't sleep for lenghts of time because he thinks he's dead so he doesn't need it. jason who believes he's missing organs or that they're displaced because of the autopsy. jason who can't recognise his face and for whom his own skin feels foreign. jason who is worried his body is rotting and spends hours in shower trying to get rid of the cemetery dirt that is no longer there. jason who thinks he's a vengeful ghost that is made up of the worst parts of his soul. jason whose only goal is to achieve revenge and fix how his memory is cultivated in an attempt to make sure that he can go back to the grave and this time rest peacefully. post-utrh jason who is convinced that he is now stuck undead because he didn't manage to complete his mission. jason who wants to go back 6th ft underground but is afraid he will not be buried properly again, and that he will just wake up in his casket again.
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rachymarie · 19 days
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Oh yuck, on top of all that it turns out that C4 is gonna have to be a chewer like the two Thiamine: it's horribly gritty so won't go down my throat normally with a swig of water, and to go with that it tastes horribly foul. I just could tell from the texture of it that if I had tried to swallow it normally it would have clung for dear life to the sides of my throat.
Good one, Pharmac 👍 trying to kill me slowly one chewer pill at a time.
As it is I choke on the Multivitamin every other week and have to splutter around and cough it up, getting the yellow dye on whatever it lands on.
I think I'll try ask the pharmacy if it comes in sugar pill form cos that shit nasty.
They really need to make more options than traditional pill swallowing and the butt jab bc I sure ain't getting the jab (if i have to be naked in front of anyone I'm not romantically involved in I don't want it) but some of these pills are just completely unswallowable especially if you have severe choking trauma like me
They need to think more about this stuff it's a serious problem (along with putting things that usually cause death like "C4" on medications for people who get delusions), especially for those in psychosis believing thinks like I believed: that each attempt to swallow each pill was a 50/50 life or death situation every time....
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narcpocalypse · 3 months
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I wanna share some dark experiences I face as someone with NPD because I'm so fucking tired of the stigma. Reblogs are okay. This is all my individual experience, not all narcissists are the same.
TW for suicide/venting/abuse/delusions/abelism
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I have seen a lot of narcissist rep recently and it's great, but I haven't really seen any narcissists open up about the crashes and being vulnerable (understandably so) so I'm gonna share some of the hell I've had to endure since developing NPD because it's driving me insane.
I have no peace anymore.
I've never been the type to be suicidal up until recently. My suicidal urges ONLY come from NPD and I have 6 other comorbitidies. It's scary how suddenly it comes and the graphic extravagance it displays as.
I am convinced I'm an evil, terrible person who doesn't deserve to be here. It's unavoidable and follows me everywhere I go.
I just want to indulge in media without the name of my own disorder becoming a trigger when mentioned, because I know It's cruel. I'm sick of trying to spread awareness and following accounts talking about trauma I've experienced only to scroll and find the next video is about narc abuse. I have zero capacity to go out of my way and explain why what they said is harmful either.
I am plagued by the upset of the people I've hurt and trying to heal with no resources. I feel like I'm having a bad trip/high whenever I'm having an episode. My comprehension of everything becomes so foggy and only makes sense in my distorted narrative. It's like someone tells me the sky is blue and I try to convince them they're wrong because I am certain the sky is green. I see it, feel it, breathe it and it's real. I feel like a complete idiot and I'm genuinely terrified as to why my brain tricked me into seeing it green. It's so fucked up. Then I have to somehow try to explain that without sounding manipulative and comfort the other person, which is even worse when you have no remorse. You know it's wrong and you don't want the person being hurt, but you couldn't give two shits until it actually settles in. It makes you look bad. You actually and finally comprehend emotionally that you have hurt someone really severely.
The shame is CONSUMING.
It is genuinely one of the worst emotions. Someone hurt me? Fine, I'll get over it. Someone invalidates me? I'm used to it, but it fucking sucks ofc.
I did something wrong? The gates of hell have OPENED. What do you mean I'm not a good person? What do you mean I'm not perfect? I pour my heart and soul into the people I care about only to be met with delusions that ruin everything? What if my abusers were right about me?
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