I was under the delusion that I could not leave my house or else I’m causing a huge energy disruption in the world. Not funny but more interesting kind.
I actually obeyed my voices so so much. I felt they had crazy powerful power over me. and still wonder about that sometimes
I believed that if I asked for help with things (fundraiser, kid clothes etc) that it caused things like natural disasters to happen. Like I caused bad luck for people, too.
I believed i could kill those that harmed me. Its happened 3 times. One bloke that died of mouth cancer at 50 after sexually assualting me, a woman that accused me of rape, when she was the manager in the care home - she died of a brain tumour at 40. And one bloke that bit my ear off - he died of a drug overdose at 42. I thought it was my doing - but these days im more inclined to think it was just pure celestial Karma. Who knows.
I had a delusion that if I wore shorts, just regular 'ol shorts, guys would want to molest me. I was also scared and uncomfortable when other women/girls wore shorts 'cause I didn’t want them to get molested. Not exactly funny… but interesting and bizarre. I couldn’t wear women’s shorts for a few years. I’m over it now, though.
Drew Carey works with the angels, every contestant is a soul in purgatory, and the winners get to go to various levels of paradise. So out of left field I find it funny
I once had little people crawling upon myself as I was in what I describe as an iMobile state. I couldn’t move because they’d say I was crushing them. They kept calling me Zeus. Funny after a couple years, even thought I could shoot lightning bolts out of my head at one point…
I experienced being told I will go to hell for eternity on my own. N I’ll keep dying painful deaths n reawakening to my next painful death.
It’s awful isn’t it. I was told I’d go there in my second n third episode. I’m sorry to hear its recurring Trish
It can be quite traumatic. Just know you’re not alone. I was convinced once that a giant 500ft Jesus sent me to Hell for thousands of years… “That’s another thousand years and another”. The only part of my psychotic episodes I fear and hate.
I believed that my sister was actually an alter. I actually took her to a therapy appointment to see if my therapist would acknowledge her as a real person. Even after I took her, I still didn’t believe she was real. Still to this day, because we have the same thoughts so often, I shiver and think is this a real person?
Another one is that my son does not exist. He actually died at birth and needed to be revived. In a very long standing and recurring delusion they were unable to revive him. The son I’ve been taking care of does not exist and my family has been going along with the delusion because they know I’m not strong enough to handle the truth that he is actually dead. It’s not so hard now that he’s older but when he was an infant it was terrible to go through the motions of caring for him thinking he was actually a figment of my imagination.