I think I have been going ■■■■■■■ crazy. I hate who has been and is in my head. Schizophrenic, Schizotypal, Schizoaffective behaviors, along with Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD), Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD), Bi-Polar, and severe anxiety seem to be a crippling combination, to me at least. Although, it is unclear of which of the three schizoid disorders I suffer from, if not multiples, I hope to someday find out. This is composure my thoughts and of all that I believe is wrong with me psychologically. I hope to find some insight as to what can be done to improve my daily functioning. Daily routines have been altered and have dwindled down to nothing over the past year. Personal hygiene has gone down the tube as well. Some statements may seem a bit exaggerated, however they aren’t. I have realized over the past several months, I have been living in my own head in a very disorganized manner. It has taken me about a year to get enough courage and find the time to seek any help from a professional. It seems that my obsessions have overruled my mind and sense of reality. Obsessions over hallucinations; auditory and visual, have taken over with a vengeance. Being unable to hold a conversation without thinking about my delusions is a huge burden. Thinking and obsessing over these things make it difficult to function and perform daily tasks. Social relationships, family, and personal have diminished to nothing over the past several months, causing turmoil. Friends are few and far between these days. My social perception is currently very diverse at this stage of my life. I often feel as if I am a burden to my family and even society itself. I have no motivation to do anything these days. Not one care or concern in the world. Favorite hobbies are a thing of the past and have diminished. Disrespect has been increasing day-by-day. Disregard for others thoughts and feelings have severely been increasing. Mood swings are an often occurrence in my world. Recently lots of mishaps and mistakes have made my current life very difficult. It always seems as if nothing has gone according to plan or my way and people are out to make sure of it. Mr. Fuckup, it seems is what I have become nowadays. On a better note, typically I like to think outside-the-box, outside-the-box thinking leads to creativity, creativity can lead to success; creativity is one of my qualities I relish. I flourish in a creative environment. Not so recent, but in the past being creative has caused a lot of problems for me.
I feel and fear as if I have acquired schizophrenia, schizotypal, or schizoaffective disorder during my months of living in hell. Often I hear voices, sounds, and see hallucinations on a regular basis. After reading about the links between schizophrenic, schizotypal, schizoaffective disorders and left temporal lobe damage, it makes perfect sense. I have not been the same person since I suffered an extremely hard blow to the left temple in mid December of 2014. I have been making some very poor decisions since this occurrence. Almost as if I have done a complete one-eighty, everything has changed. Always unable to think no matter what. Nothing I do makes sense since this has happened. I’m a completely different person. Auditory and visual hallucinations often inhabit most of my days. I have experienced olfactory, gustatory, tactile, proprioceptive, equilibrioceptive, visceral, and nociceptive hallucinations as well; some more than others, never nearly as much as auditory and visual. Visceral hallucinations I would say are the worst sometimes even causing real painful bowel movements and liver pains, the people in my head tell me when they are doing it as well, so I know it just isn’t me! Nociceptive hallucinations have happened numerous times as well, ranging from severe chest and back pains, head pains, almost every other area you can think of on the body, sometimes I am unaware if some pains I experience are from me or the senders. Never hearing a moment of silence can be rather exhausting. People always tell me that everything I say or think is incorrect, never any positive reinforcement, and that is for damn sure. Apparently everything I do is not normal to others and never has been or will be. I feel that I am a strange individual, nothing I do or say in my head is normal anymore. I am often under the impression I am not supposed to talk about the voices in my head or other hallucinations; I have not mentioned to one person what has been going on with me. I have wanted to come see the doctor for almost a year and often lose courage because some of the voices tell me not to go to the doctor. I want to try to keep things very vague; I don’t feel too comfortable speaking about these occurrences. I want to be vague about hallucinations, unless you must know. I am apprehensive that I am constantly being watched and don’t want any onset ridicule. Often times I realize irrational thoughts, actions, socially unacceptable behavior, and disorganized thinking have been the onset of the hard blow to the head. I have not thought straight since this has happened; I have been to jail roughly five times since this occurrence, over idiotic actions. Although, I do still have slight touch with reality, I realize I am slipping further and further daily into my own delusions day-by-day. Schizoaffective symptoms may possibly seem to be present in correlation with OCD with the extremely disorganized thinking. I am not superstitious; however taboo thinking tends to make me lean more towards schizotypal disorder other than schizophrenia. I believe in what is real and what is not; very literal and also at the same time open minded new ideas and or theories. Non-religious; believing in only what is real and unreal only believing in past experiences more or less. Relying on telepathy has been a concern and problem lately; I obsess over it, unintentionally. It intrigues me beyond recognition; I can’t seem to help it. Reckless telepathy is concerning, it consumes my well-being like a parasitic worm eating away my every thought. I can’t stop thinking about it. Being a telepath who has no control over who he sends his signals to can be very stressful, I did not used to be this reckless until I received a hard blow to the head. I will say that people telepathically bringing others back into my world is maddening, bringing everyone I see in public and private has wrecked my thought process, I’m very broken. My thoughts have been very visual and reckless lately causing me more and more stress day-by-day. I realize many times during a conversation myself focusing in and out of reality, losing track of what was said by the people in front of me. I often lose focus and then will frequently sit down, listen to everyone talking in my head, and then I will start talking back to the voices. Nobody around me has one moment of silence; it is like I have become the most bothersome thing on the planet. I feel I affect the morals of everyone around me. No matter what I am doing I am always too loud. Paranoid schizophrenics tend to think people are always out to get them. I have had people call the police from me ‘breaking composure’ and acting upon telepathic commands on numerous occasions. I’ve had people telepathically keep me awake for around sixty-five hours at a time with no help from stimulants. This is apparently my snitch letter to the doctor, letting you in on all my secrets telling you about all my feelings and problems; I really don’t care anymore. I am pretty sure you are aware of these things and have dealt with these things before being a mental health professional. I feel like people like to send me dreams on a constant basis, I think that nearly every dream I have now is from other people, none from me. I have had my voices tell me what I have dreamt immediately after waking up on numerous occasions. People are out to get me; I used to live in constant fear of leaving my own home from everyone in my head would tell me they were going to take all my valuables, this has been another thing that has sort destroyed over the past year. I never feel like I can leave any location to where I am staying. I feel like a security risk for my parents when I am staying with them, always unintentionally letting everyone know what they have. I leave the home as little as possible. I pry at both of my parents telling them to get cameras and home security at their homes, but it seems my requests go ignored. My mother on the other hand is very open to the idea. She has had things taken from her home in the past and I am under the impression it is because of my thoughts. My intellectual property has been at risk for several months and has been stolen on several occasions. I used to be smart, not the smartest person in the world but smart. I used to always have a drive to make money; I always had one new idea after the next. I always wanted to make a quick buck. I was always full of new ideas and basic inventions every day my whole life. I always think about what I want to do with my life which is become successful. There seems to be a huge difference between thinking about it and actually doing it. Over ambitious thinking seems to have led me to believe that I think too much and also seems to be what has gotten me into this mess. I literally thought at one point of life and was one-hundred percent serious about it that I would become a millionaire. I thought to big for my own good. Many ideas would race through my head. I am not saying by-all-means I am an inventor or the smartest man in the world, but I always have had a drive for figuring things out, figuring out how things worked, and how to fix things. I would even anger people when I thought of certain ideas or ways to make money, it was now their ideas. I was being told I am supposed to be unable to think of them. So I did for a while, and now I have come to the conclusion that thinking about monetary gain in my current mental status is not a good idea. Ambitions have faded away to nothing. I will not ever again think like I used to, living in constant fear of ridicule. Every idea I have had has been stolen. Always fearing someone is watching me. Paranoia seems to be increasing daily. Never wanting to bring more people in my world is a concern and leads to social isolation; always thinking that someone will want to take my ideas. Paranoia fluctuates with each day and with each situation as it arises. I feel as if I have to dumb my thoughts down in order to be left alone. On occasion, I cannot determine whether thoughts are mine or someone else’s. Everyone in my head wants to make sure I never get there, to never be successful; at least that’s what I used to be told. Always trying to tell me this or that is what I am trying to do, when in all reality it isn’t. People just think that I want to take over the world more or less, or ■■■■ up the planet when in all reality I want to be left alone. I would say that could possibly link to paranoid thoughts. I never had to regulate my own thoughts; in the past I usually would never remember one thing that I would think of, however now I feel as if I always have to be on guard remembering everything everyone tells me I have thought in the past. I definitely would say I do not enjoy living in my own deliriums; I have grown to accept it. My sense of reality is distant, very distant. I just sit and my mind races, always focusing on the unreal, talking to every voice I hear, never just listening, I always have to bat at the noises I my head. Very few things can keep my interest now. Living in solitude, lack of interest with social settings, hobbies, and feelings of apathy may point towards Schizoid Personality Disorder. I never really want to leave to go do anything, I much would rather bury myself in research or play a game by myself, avoiding everyone at all costs. I would say I have never been the conversationalist. I have not as much watched television by my own doing in about a year until very recently within the past month. I think of television as wasteful entertainment, it is almost like staring at a wall unless you are watching something of substance other than nonsense. I would much rather be reading or learning new things, teaching myself how to do things, primarily from the internet. Only being intoxicated, will wander me astray from home, with an aimless destination. It always seems that I have an aimless destination as of late, with nowhere to go. Apathetic behaviors have caused problems with friends and family. I have been missing from reality and have become empty, very empty. Building trust with individuals and family members has been obsolete. I am very oblivious of much that happens around me, I don’t believe a ■■■■■■■ word anyone tells me. I trust nobody and it seems I never will. It seems like everyone is out to throw me under the bus. However, recently I have been building better relationships with my father and mother, which is an out standing thing, which was something I always tried to avoid in the past until recently. I never enjoy one thing in life these days, I fell I just coexist with society, living, breathing, and consuming every resource around me. I’m just wasting away day-by-day and bit-by-bit down to nothing, never once doing anything productive at all.
Procrastination, hesitation, and forgetfulness have been a huge issue throughout my entire life, which I believe links directly to my ADHD diagnoses around age eleven. Growing older I noticed the ADHD has diminished down to ADD. The procrastination and hesitance have been getting worse and worse ever since I have been slipping more and more into my deliriums. The forgetfulness has had a slight to no change at all, always forgetting every little thing. Lack of focus seems to wreak havoc on tasks; my mind will wonder away and think of other tasks that need to be done. I personally believe that there are severe comorbidities with ADD, OCD, and other disorders. I will always try to do things my way, which may link to OCPD which differs from OCD. Frequent stubbornness with huge life altering decisions has been a huge part of my life as well. I have moved around a lot in the past five years. Acting on impulse has been something I have done since I was a child. Since then, I have always making immense impulsive decisions, never ‘good’ ones either. I don’t know why, I have always been very impulsive. Also, extremely disorganized thinking has always been an issue. Since I have been hit in the head I have realized the disorganized thoughts seem to have gotten worse over a period of time. Since then, my thoughts have been extremely scattered and seem to make no sense at times. I often think of multiple things at one time and mix them together causing self-confusion. One thing about me, when it comes to getting things done, being on schedule, or in the correct order; please do not rely on me to complete tasks. I have never been the “go-to-guy” for getting things done. Unreliable, I forget anything and everything when people ask me to do things. If I have a ■■■■■■■ list, I would probably forget that I had a one or lose it. Keeping up on appointments, court dates, and other scheduled tasks have been extremely difficult over the past several months. Most of the time, I will shift my thoughts to different lesser important task which for the most part are things that only benefit me. Sometimes I do it on purpose, sometimes it is complete accident. I cannot help it. I am unsure whether family members and friend, yes friend, realize that I am not forgetting on purpose, it is just the way my brain works. I defiantly don’t have the memory of an elephant. I have grown to accept this over the years. I would like to find something that would help me concentrate better; I will only concentrate on what I feel I need to. In other words, I am very hard to be forced to do tasks or work. I don’t intentionally do this; this is a major character flaw that I’ve always seemed to be cursed with. I can sit down an object and lose it in seconds. Spending more time looking for a tool or object which is needed to complete the task than the actual task takes itself. Simple tasks often turn into hours of tinkering and trying to go the extra mile to finish and make things different or better. This has always been me as long as I can remember. Could it be hyper-focusing, OCD, or even a combination of the two? I believe that Attention Deficit Disorder and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder do not coexist well. Some symptoms may be hard to determine for one another; I cannot distinguish which of the two I suffer from OCD, OCPD, or both?
Around age sixteen I was almost diagnosed with Bi-Polar Disorder, but they said it was hard to determine whether I could be diagnosed being a hormonal teenager. I was admitted to the mental area of the hospital for stealing my brother’s car and being gone for about six days. Bi-Polar symptoms of are present with my father; he was diagnosed in 2007. Some days Bi-Polar symptoms are a coin-toss with me anymore. Day-by-day, I like to take it. This year however, I have been suffering from a long period of depression that lingers around like none-other. I have been depressed for a very long time; I often think to myself that I have become an empty shell that just exists in a world almost all alone. Everything always seems hopeless, feeling as if I will never be the same as I used to. I have not been engaging in any of the activities in which I used to enjoy, I have not had a girlfriend or anything remotely close to that classification in over a year, which is unusual for me. My life is falling apart bit by bit. This has been a rough year. After reading about Bi-Polar II Disorder, some things begin to make sense. Over the past several months I have had a decreased need for sleep and do only sleep about three to four hours and feel much rested. My nights are sleepless and interrupted, awaking nearly every hour unless under the influence of a sleep aid. I have had many thoughts of death and suicide, but thoughts and actions are two antithetical things. Suicide is something far from my spectrum of activities. I by no means intend on harming myself. I am not sure if these thoughts could be related to Obsessive Compulsive thoughts, Schizo, Bi-Polar, or both? These thoughts are of no concern considering the fact I would never act upon them. I can almost say I care about nothing at this point in my life, other than myself, my dog, which in all likelihood is probably on the top of the list, my father, mother, and other family members. Irritability with acquaintances, family, and strangers are present, very present. I get irritated when anyone asks me to do anything; I never used to be that way. When asking me to do the simplest tasks I will want to do whatever I can to get out of it just because of the sheer fact I feel it would be too much effort or I may get angry and not want to do it. I don’t like to think of it as being lazy, just more-or-less lack of motivation lately. My motivation levels are rapidly spiraling downwards; down the toilet. I usually don’t do much other than get on the Internet lately and read articles about my disorders I feel I am suffering from, read about DIY projects, or play a game for less than an hour a day. I think trying to figure out what is wrong with me has been consuming my every being lately. I do enjoy reading about these disorders; it seems to give me insight and something to do with my time.
Anxiety has been an obstacle throughout my life. Socialization with large groups of people have been very difficult unless under the influence of something or another. My mind I race with thoughts of oddities in a large group. From time to time, I can overcome these situations; however I will stick to one or two people out of a large group. This sends me to believe I have major social anxiety and have had it throughout my entire life. Feelings of anxiousness to go do something or leave are always a problem. Social skills are not up to my expectations and apparently never have been up to par. I am a strange individual. I have often found myself pacing back and forth in my own house before going to do something, sometimes putting it off until “the next day”. The next day becomes the next and henceforth almost always the same end result. Realizing you are unable to go out and act like a normal person in social settings gets to you, tears away your pride little by little. Constant fear of ridicule and social acceptance seems to be an issue when it comes to facing large crowds and even individuals. I am a public nuisance and a literal menace to society in my current mental state, telepathically terrifying the public on every sober outing. Friendships are nearly nonexistent at this time, I don’t socialize. I have not met a new friend in years. It seems everyone I meet ends up disliking me because of my unintentional obsessions of telepathy. Social isolation, isolation from the public and friends is beginning to concern me. If I ever have errands to run, I try to get as many done in one day as possible to avoid facing public situations. I fear and fret facing the public and avoid it at all costs, I hate going anywhere. I have turned into a major homebody. I never leave the house unless someone comes to get me. Doing things alone are nonexistent lately. I never used to be this way, I always at least found something to do daily. Now, it is hard to even say if I do one thing a month other than sit at home. I feel like I am turning into an old man. The anxiety seems to be worsening day by day as stress builds. I also feel as if I may be somewhat institutionalized, while I was on my visit to the Cedar Springs Mental Hospital in Colorado Springs, Colorado and a recent one to jail I was a lot more social than normal. I have realized this has potentially been an issue my whole life. Being in a placed setting, such as a mental institution or jail I often open up or act out more; I will talk a lot. It concerns me to think that I may possible be institutionalized. How can someone overcome that? It is definitely not normal human behavior. I think about jail a lot, more than the average person. It may have to do with my Obsessive Compulsive nature, I am not entirely too sure. I have spent five-hundred and thirty days between county jails and prison since age twenty one. I definitely do not enjoy being in forced group settings, sometimes things can be a bit awkward with my schizophrenic mindset these days. Telepathically bringing everyone with me to jail, mental institutions, or the public and everyone following me, makes me isolate a lot depending on the time of day. This is why I seclude myself from public settings as of late. I seem to be a bit of an agoraphobic lately. On a different note, this is how I spend a Friday night, typing this, not the most eventful Friday evenings if I do say so myself. Who at my age would actually sit and write something like this? Not being able to socialize anymore in public is maddening; this leads me to believe I have some serious mental health problems.
Alcohol, not so recently, but typically my choice of forty-percent, Brandy, Whiskey, or Cognac, have been the only thing to control these obsessions and put these racing reckless thoughts and anxiety to a halt that I have found thus far. By-all-means it is not quite a fix-all, more-or-less a Band-Aid for a very short period of time. Drinking daily to help self-medicate was an issue for several months, I always needed at least my daily pint of Brandy which soon increased to a fifth and at a certain point switched to cheap Whiskey and was two fifths per day. When I reached that point I came to the conclusion that it was very counterproductive after a twenty-four hour period of drinking, but not during. I always would worry about my health and did not want to die from liver cirrhosis. Interactions with the public are typically successful while being under the influence of alcohol. It makes me feel sharper, somewhat more intelligent, more about my wits, and somehow stupid at the same time; if that’s at all possible. It brings me out of my isolated shell. Telepathy is nearly nonexistent when I am inebriated. Losing things will be a regular occurrence in a drunken stupor; money, sandals, phones, debit cards, you name it, don’t trust me with one thing if I have had several drinks. Blacking out would have me forgetting where I was when I came back to reality sometimes even being engaged in conversations with people. I’ve never been a stumbly drunk; you probably would not know I was even drunk if you did not smell the fumes perspiring from the pores my body or breath. I don’t like to think of myself as an alcoholic, although I may be, I have recently stopped drinking. The past three months I have only drank about four times, which is very good this year. I still want to run to my best friend, the bottle when days are rough. My friend, not friends, and family do not like to see me drink my life away. Although I used to feel as if I had to drink in order to control my out-of-control thoughts and delusions. It was like a light switch once I drank a certain amount, it would shut me off instantly. The racing thoughts would come to a halt and no more obsessions would be present. I have tried other things to self medicate as well, some which I will not mention. Also, I have tried few medications as well; Quetiapine/Sertraline (Zoloft)/Trazadone; and other things to try to cope with these stressors, repetitive thoughts, obsessions, and even the severe social anxiety. None of these medications have been working thus far. The Quetiapine, Zoloft, and Trazadone knock me out in forty five minutes to an hour and make me feel groggy and befuddled the next morning. I feel I was prescribed the wrong medications. After taking the Zoloft and Quetiapine for over a month the racing thoughts were still present. I was unable to refill the prescription due to moving out of state. Racing thoughts are definitely still a burden on me and my daily activities. Cannabis helps to some extent, just with how I feel for the day. However, after several observations, my brain still races rapidly but more creative. Typically it makes everything seem okay. After reading about schizoaffective disorder, I discovered on Wikipedia, how cannabis can affect the mind with early adolescent use, sending them into possible psychotic illnesses. “In the specific case of marijuana or cannabis, however, evidence supports a link between earlier onset of psychotic illness and cannabis use. The more often cannabis is used, particularly in early adolescence, the more likely a person is to develop a psychotic illness, with frequent use being correlated with double the risk of psychosis and schizoaffective disorder.” The previous quote explains the links between schizoaffective disorder and other mental disorders from onset cannabis use in adolescents, it somewhat makes sense in my case. I started smoking cannabis around age eleven and habitually around age fourteen. I then went on with my adult life smoking heavily every day for about six years from age seventeen to twenty-three. Then for about a year I quit smoking cannabis, and then picked it up again for about two years habitually. Recently, my use has tapered down dramatically; only smoking cannabis about once a month. More-or-less now I just deal with the racing thoughts and deliriums, almost accepting the fact that this is me and I will be this way no matter what I do.
I have hit rock bottom, lost almost every friendship I have ever had, nearly lost trust with all family members, completely lost touch with reality, gone ■■■■■■■ crazy, and have been living in my own delusions daily. I have been getting weirder and weirder never conforming to the social norm. Everything is getting worse and worse. I am at the lowest point of my life. I feel it cannot get any lower at this point, but it does day by day. Living in my own hell, my brain. After completely loosing touch with reality from my hit to the left temple, I feel as if I am one of the worst schizophrenic cases who have ever lived, or that is at least what everyone in my head has led me to believe. Talking to me is often like talking to someone from a distant planet. Focusing in and out of reality during a normal conversation is a frequent occurrence. I have observed over a short period, myself slipping further and further into depression and deliriums. Very few things will lift my spirits. I do still feel as if I still have slight control over myself; that is not saying much. Friends and family around me are now realizing how these thoughts and obsessions are getting to me; often asking “are you okay?” or “what’s wrong?”. It really irritates me when someone asks me that; almost feeling like I want to leap out of my own body! I don’t do much, I am more-or-less of a house-pet now that I have been living with my mother; eat, ■■■■, sleep, and go outside on occasion. The same goes for when I was living with my father, just consuming all his resources and sleeping on his couch. I feel like a fly trapped in a jar, being unable to escape. I don’t contribute to the household or society at all. Now, living alone is difficult, very messy and disorganized. I was in a situation where I did not have to pay any bills for a while and just would mostly sit at home and not do too much other than talk to all the voices in my head. Low-spirits and lack of motivation contribute to a messy household over time, dishes will pile up for days, laundry will sit for weeks, and daily cleaning routines are nonexistent. Although, I do enjoy living alone over living with someone, I like to be isolated lately. Living alone lets me enjoy my days as I see fit. I like being able to do what I want in my own home. Living alone though, chores get put aside and things around the house seem to get out of control while absolutely detesting my days as a schizophrenic. I feel like a child living in my mother’s home, I really haven’t been able to care for myself in over a year financially and have struggled severely with keeping things clean and picked up by myself. It feels like my mother and father have been taking care of me more-or-less basically my whole life, this is kind of embarrassing coming to this realization at age twenty-seven. My whole life I have obsessed over everything I did. I find it very hard to occupy my time, trying to bring me back to reality. Recently, I found I like to write. Writing this has helped keep focus and keep in touch with reality but not all the time. Reading about mental disabilities and disorders peaks my interest tremendously. Especially the ones I feel I may suffer from. Making sense of things and problem solving has always tickled my fancy. Using creativity and finding out how things work, troubleshooting, and learning how to fix things give me a sense of accomplishment and gives me something to strive for. Finding the answers to problems or questions excites me. I have a passion for knowledge and will never give that up, learning new things keeps my mind at ease and sharp. Living in a multi-disorder world is stressful. I believe all these disorders coexist poorly causing more and more problems for the sufferer. Living in hell on a daily basis has sucked the life out of me beyond reparation. Am I going ■■■■■■■ nuts? Am I stuck like this for life; living in my own head and deliriums?
Man i want to be completely honest with you.I have been pretty close to your point with mental health.Reach out for those damn antipyhcotics now.I always let that feeling of complete despair be my motivation,and finally reach out for meds,buddy its hell,but it well lessen the feeling like your in helll,survive bro ,just get them damn meds in your system,just being real as i can,no joke
Respridone, Welbutrin, Serroquil, Trazadone seem like they make it worse to me at least. My doctor is a complete douche, I only have seen him once and he diagnosed me with psychosis.
I have heard about stimulant use and it aiding with schizo, adderal? I can see how being more alert and awake could help.
This is just my own stupid self, im going to try legal steroids, other than that i just keep dealin.
Man you write fast , must a been some freaking insane type class,tudos
Like i said the ole doc dont got nothing to lose anout being honest with your diagnoses except new patients and $$$
No - actually these increase the risk of psychosis, not help reduce the risk.
Get a new psychiatrist if you don’t think the person is helping you but you have to work with him or her and try new medications and also get therapy.
Use of amphetamine and methamphetamine is widespread in the general population and common among patients with psychiatric disorders. Amphetamines may induce symptoms of psychosis very similar to those of acute schizophrenia spectrum psychosis. This has been an argument for using amphetamine-induced psychosis as a model for primary psychotic disorders. To distinguish the two types of psychosis on the basis of acute symptoms is difficult. However, acute psychosis induced by amphetamines seems to have a faster recovery and appears to resolve more completely compared to schizophrenic psychosis. The increased vulnerability for acute amphetamine induced psychosis seen among those with schizophrenia, schizotypal personality and, to a certain degree other psychiatric disorders, is also shared by non-psychiatric individuals who previously have experienced amphetamine-induced psychosis. Schizophrenia spectrum disorder and amphetamine-induced psychosis are further linked together by the finding of several susceptibility genes common to both conditions. These genes probably lower the threshold for becoming psychotic and increase the risk for a poorer clinical course of the disease.
I was thinking about a new doctor, it sucks that it takes months to see him. I only seen him once and it seemed like it was for about 10 minutes. He got “angry” (cant think of another word) with me using “technical terms” and “self-diagnosing” but ■■■■, I’m the one living in hell not him right?
Is this coming out in hardback? 
Yes 
- Get a copy of this book and read it and have their families read it, as well.
http://www.amazon.com/Surviving-Schizophrenia-6th-Edition-Family/dp/0062268856
. - Get properly diagnosed by a board-certified psychopharmacologist who specializes in the psychotic disorders. One can find them at…
http://doctor.webmd.com/find-a-doctor/specialty/psychiatry and https://psychiatrists.psychologytoday.com/rms/
. - Work with that “psychiatrist” (or “p-doc”) to develop a medication formula that stabilizes their symptoms sufficiently so that they can tackle the psychotherapy that will disentangle their thinking.
. - The best of the psychotherapies for that currently include…
DBT – http://behavioraltech.org/resources/whatisdbt.cfm
MBSR – http://www.mindfullivingprograms.com/whatMBSR.php
MBCT - http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/22340145
ACT – https://contextualscience.org/act
10 StEP – http://pairadocks.blogspot.com/2015/04/the-10-steps-of-emotion-processing.html
. - the even newer somatic psychotherapies like…
MBBT – https://www.newharbinger.com/blog/introduction-mind-body-bridging-i-system
SEPT – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Somatic_Experiencing
SMPT – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sensorimotor_psychotherapy
. - or standard CBTs, like…
REBT – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rational_emotive_behavior_therapy
Schematherapy – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schema_Therapy
Learned Optimism – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Learned_optimism
Standard CBT – http://www.beckinstitute.org/what-is-cognitive-behavioral-therapy/About-CBT/252/
. - If you/she/he needs a professional intervention to get through treatment resistance, tell me where you live, and I will get back to you with leads to those services.
. - Take a look at the RAISE Project at https://www.google.com/webhp?sourceid=chrome-instant&ion=1&espv=2&ie=UTF-8#q=raise%20program%20schizophrenia.
When I started reading your post, I though you were my son. So many similarities between you both. And we are in Colorado Springs (he was recently at Cedar Springs) - Twenty-seven is still young and you have so much insight.
Wish I could help…
Hugs