In the past 2 years or so, I’ve almost completely defeated my delusional beliefs that my thoughts are broadcast. I instated a simple rule: “never believe any delusional thoughts.” Of course, belief isn’t always under my control, so sometimes maybe 20% of me does believe (even wants to believe) that my thoughts are broadcast, but 80% of me insistently maintains that such thoughts are delusions. Fight those delusions down.
Previous to my instating the simple rule, if delusional thoughts seemed real, then I’d believe them. After all, I enjoyed thinking that my thoughts were broadcast because it meant that I was a special person, it made me happy. But that’s how delusional thoughts victimized me. It felt fun, but then later it felt horrible. The grandiose thoughts and the persecutory thoughts are a package deal, so I can’t accept any of it.
The more I refuse to believe delusional thoughts - especially when they feel good - the more they go away. The weaker they become. I don’t know if they’ll ever go away completely, but it’s possible. And that means that I accept that my delusional disorder might mess my life up in some way. It might damage a relationship, or ruin it. So it goes, I accept it. But I learn to work with my symptoms and live as well as I can. I make no demands, I just maintain hope that I’ll continue to get better. And I’m thankful, because I think the worst days are long gone.
I suffer from this as well. I’ll have “inserted” intrusive thoughts, usually sexual or racist, which I believe are being broadcast to others. Very frustrating.
I hope you’re able to get over your delusions. Mine are a daily battle too. It’s very hard. I have read on here it can take a long time. Mine are also a combination of grandiose and persecutory. Obviously, the persecutory (extreme paranoia and fear) is the biggest motivator to want to get rid of them. Good luck.
And, unexpectedly, my delusions worsen while alone. My schizophrenia was isolation- and drug-induced in the first place.
Thank you, 47. We will make it.
Speaking of which…does anyone else have a number assigned to them by the voices? As though you’re some sort of experiment? It was meant to be demeaning but I made it empowering for me instead.