Just buying a sandwhich as a schizophrenic person. It’s quite strange.
After buying it i realized that just a few years back id be being dipped in ice bathes and having picks rammed into my eye socket.
I was amazed that i was out and buying a sandwhich. “Holy ■■■■ they let us out!” I was thinking.
Just buying a sandwhich can become this way for me. Ill just start having realizations like that. And it was just a few years ago to, it wasn’t long ago! Holy ■■■■! I mean holy ■■■■■■■ ■■■■!
■■■■ mouse is in college becoming an accomplished body builder! It wasn’t long ago we all would have been in those places getting maimed. What the hell happened?
You guys ever go through things like this? We narrowly escaped really horrible ■■■■.
“Please! Don’t scramble my brains! Please!” That turned into “Ill have a roasted chicken with bacon please.” It became this mind blowing experience all of a sudden.
And now im online listening to endless amounts of live concerts?! Wtf happened exactly? Seems like a very abrupt and extreme change.
Crazy for a schizophrenic sometimes these realizations.
Yeah, I think that every now and then. Sometimes I think, "60 years ago they would have called all of us “insane”. And insane people don’t drive cars, work, or go to school, or live on their own. So I can relate to the sandwich thing. A hundred years ago we would have been in hospitals, chained to a wall or put in cages and the so-called "normies’ would have been given guided tours inside asylums to look at us for entertainment. Yeah, I think these things too.
That’s quite flattering, thank you. Luckily, people I have come across mostly see me as a person and not a walking talking mental illness.
I do think “Holy ■■■■■■■ ■■■■!” sometimes too. It’s sometimes a little unreal how we are treated today in contrast to how we were treated in the past. I sometimes marvel at the fact that I am allowed to drive a vehicle.
I find the way we were treated in the past shocking, not the way we are treated now, and there is still room for improvement. Some of us want to force medicate and bring back mental asylums. Watch out.
I actually support forced medication for acutely psychotic and agitated patients. However, I do not approve of the old school, outdated medications for this, I think that medications like Thorazine are simply chemical lobotomies for lots of us, the side effects are unacceptable. That is for some of us, for others, the typical major tranquilizers are okay.
I do not like the idea of asylums, they are a bad joke because mental hospitals and asylums are two different things.
I do believe that we should all be on antipsychotics. It is the equivalent of all diabetics taking their insulin or all children getting vaccinated.
They way someone like me would have been treated in the past would have been simply tragic with zero accomplishments. Due to the modern methods of treatment, I have a whole lot going for me and I have equal opportunities as normal people, and I take full advantage of my opportunities and do not even dare to live a life of regret by not acting on my dreams.
In many ways, my life today is a dream come true. I used to just want my sanity back. Now I have bigger and better things than just sanity alone, all due to professional help and modern medicine. I owe my life to mental health services. If it were not for psychiatrists and clinical psychologists, I would probably have killed myself by now. I attempted suicide when I was 19 and as far as I know, I was legally insane. I haven’t even thought of it since then.
They way I am treated today is fantastic. I am recognized for my performance, and that is perfectly fair.
Behind the scenes, something is clearly wrong with me. Why is this guy taking four pills before he goes to bed? Why is he talking to himself and referring to “voice number two”? Why is does he smoke a pack of cigarettes every day? Why is he drinking so much damn coffee? Why does he listen to such disturbing music?
Oh, this is why: ICD-9: paranoid schizophrenic 295.32
They strapped me down and injected me with haldol in the emergency room. Then I was told if I did not take medication I would have to go to court or somthing like that I cant really remember.
The first time I was brought to the emergency room, I was sectioned too. Strapped on a bed face down for most of the night. My wrists had red scratches on them after that bout.
I’ve been put in restraints about 10 or 12 times as a kid. I fought, but I was agitated. In every case, I had assaulted someone or hurt myself. Those restraints and the subsequent injections kept me safe. I have no issue with restraints being used on combative patients.
I don’t know what an alternative could be. My thoughts from being restrained a few times is that the practice is scary, and barbaric and made me feel like an animal. To me, the person who is violent and out of control actually needs the OPPOSITE of restraints. We shouldn’t be confined to a small room and restrained, we should be put in a field or park or other big open space and allowed to run around until we feel better. But that said, when I saw people get violent in the hospital I’m glad they took him/her out of circulation and restrained them so they couldn’t run wild and potentially harm me.
I’ve been restrained twice. It was something I wasn’t sure I’d survive. I’ve never been more scared then when I was restrained. Face down, I couldn’t see anyone or anything… that scared me more.
Being honest, I would say that the few times they were used on me were justified. For the most part I have been treated fairly and honourably by psychiatric staff. I even remember them going out of their way to preserve my dignity in situations where I was in no shape to appreciate it.