Does psychosis make you loud when you are usually quiet…
When I was in hospital, it is a bit of a blur but I remember trying to bang on doors and shout but I don’t remember why. Unless it was a dream. And then I remember trying to chase the canteen person because i thought he was my current partner. I’d see people I knew in other people.
When I’m unwell,
I shout alone
I do the opposite. I get quiet and I withdraw
Might have been a mood thing as well as psychosis.
I hope you figure it out and your pdoc helps you out
I was the same during my first episode. But somehow in the back of my mind I was still able to tell the difference. Maybe that level of insight is what saved me, because when dad took me to see a psychiatrist, I told them right away that something was wrong with me and I agreed to be hospitalized.
I see a new pdoc every single time. I doubt I’ll ever get answers.
That’s terrible!
First time round I had never heard of psychosis, but could tell something was off. Second time round, I started off with insight then that went out of the window. But my partner says I would go in and out of having insight.
I think people don’t realize how seriously unwell we get during psychosis. On the outside we may still act almost normally and we don’t get a fever or a rash, but our mind is blown into pieces.
I still blame myself for getting that unwell, but I need to forgive myself. It wasn’t my fault and I haven’t done anything to harm anyone…
It’s not our fault @anon25873142 …
Take it easy on yourself.
The only thing that falls on our shoulders is responsibility to take meds every day.
I know that now. I learned that the hard way.
And to answer your initial question: no I didn’t shout at people, but I shouted internally at voices, trying to make them stop. As if…
I shouted a little at home but mostly was very agitated. In hospital I withdrew to a quiet corner and paced and talked back to the voices
When under pshycosis I was bothered by noises of a house construction in front of mine and by horns, but mostly hammering, sawing of marble of other materials, repéated traumatic sounds. I used to shout as loud as I could. That is why I never failt taking my meds. They free me from so much suffering.
I used to scream in my apartment every day because my voices were the devil. He was mad I wouldn’t draw. He forced me to draw after I rebelled for fifteen years. Things didn’t improve. Most people have to overcome that barrier between them and just doing it. I was just broken down. I stopped drawing. My voices are beaten by my long-suffering. I no longer yell in my apartment.
About once every four to six weeks, I seem to lose my ■■■■. The voices get too much, and I flip on them, screaming at them to ■■■■ off and shut the hell up.
I live in the country, so I can really let it rip. Having said that, I’m sure the neighbours have heard me before, and consider me the crazy guy.
I became much more quiet. As I was focusing so much on the voice.