I used to get so caught up in fantasies I believed them and talked out loud to myself. After being
hospitalized last year and had med changes I stopped doing that except every once in a while I’d blurt out a sentence. It happened on the bus the other day but no one seemed to notice. Does anyone know of coping techniques to deal with this?
I was just doing this the other day, but it only happens to me in private.
The only coping mechanism I can think of if it happens in public is to just play it cool or leave…
What scared me out of talking out loud to myself was the idea "I’m talking aloud, why. Is it because I stopped thinking and need to rattle my voice box for stimulation? " Then, I realized that I was having a day dreaming nightmare and was only trying to talk over it. This resulted in soothing mechanisms to get to the nightmare. Soft music, warm drink pleasant company, whatever.
I used to talk to myself out loud on average 6 hours a day…then I started meds and it stopped all completely.
being in public. I do it all day long, talking to myself, pacing my house. you need to be forced into situations where you will be given looks.
Interesting. So the more I go out the chances are it will stop? Thanks for your advice.
you’ll still come back to it. When I’m comfortable, I let it happen. Helps to be on these forums, so I don’t dwell too much.
It’s better than being all in your head, but vocalizing your thoughts. don’t know.
I don’t know if it would work for you maybe but when I would get bad voices in my head I would just pull out my phone and start talking back to the voices but make it look like I’m just talking badly at someone over the phone. I still would sometimes get weird looks but I drew less attention to myself compared to just yelling at nobody.
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I don’t have a cell phone but I think perhaps getting out more might help as I tend to talk more to myself the more I isolate.
Even in public, some homeless guy comes to you, and says he was just slapped,
and then given 300 hundred to not nark. I said, why’d that happen?
I thought he was going to hit me. Stupid question.
Went back inside, talking to myself for a half an hour, what the hell just happened there?