I see my delusions as one of those movies. With a tiny mouse, making a huge shadow. They scare everyone that a huge monster is coming, but it is only a mouse. There is always a dash of truth. With a lot of nonsense around. I’m seeking for psychological techniques to not be scared of the shadow. And know the mouse. Or: separate the truth from the nonsense.
Can you tell me:
A delusion or hallucination that you are sure was untrue.
By what logic you know it was untrue. “People disagreed” is not working for me, cause then i think: what if they are wrong?
And where your mind took the wrong turn. What started it.
As an example:
I thought I was so bad, that a loved one would die immediately, when they touched me.
I know it was untrue, because they ignored my warning, and are still alive. It is years later.
Someone once told me, when I was a kid, that this person would die because I was such a bad kid. Decades later I had a horrible self-esteem. Did something stupid. Felt the loved one was hurt by that. And my mind likely regressed to kid’s magical thinking. Taking the remark of before quite literally.
The logic you use, may help me think of new logic tricks to help my mind. Thanks.
I don’t know if logic helps. I have unusual beliefs and they’re going nowhere.
Any unusual beliefs I had that actually went away, kind of went away naturally after taking meds. The ones that remained are med resistant. And logic resistant
Yeah. Maybe I’m optimistic. My logic tends to bend to fit my delusions and moods. Rather than the opposite. When I’m batshit crazy that is. Perhaps influencing mood helps me better than logic.
When I’m slightly delusional, rather than batshit crazy, logic helps me stay on the good side of the line though. It’s helpful to kindly push myself back from mildly-delusional into normal-people’s-thinking.
I’ve got a relationship with the deceased actor Marlon Brando, it hurts my father I can tell. The math doesn’t quite work, but he’s more like a surrogate Grandfather since I never knew either. It’s terribly embarrassing.
Anyway what your post made me recall is when I learned he had blue eyes,(mine are brown), that didn’t help at all.
At present time I don’t think about it anymore, all that is really left - is guilt.
I guess when he died(Brando) in 2004 that could’ve been something to wake me up, but you see I was prodromal then… so as a (self prolaimed) “romantic cynic”, I just wrote it into my lousy narrative. I do have insight that this is embarrassing, again.
Somedays it feels more like a hyperreality instead of a delusion. (Matrix fan boy I am); but Brando was larger than life and he was more real than me (a youth with a somewhat lacking personality; boring type).
To circle back into more comfortable waters though, it’s why I cannot do Alcoholics Anonymous that well. The guilt always swells up and makes me feel like confessing it; but that would probably not be understood by others.
It is very difficult to use logic for the visual hallucinations in sun light (not shadows). I had overcome sz by it. By understanding my visual hallucinations and connecting it to some religious beliefs.
A delusion or hallucination that you are sure was untrue.
By what logic you know it was untrue. “People disagreed” is not working for me, cause then i think: what if they are wrong?
And where your mind took the wrong turn. What started it.
A delusion that I had that I’m sure was untrue is that my Dad was trying to poison me.
I know it was untrue because he had never tried to before, he had not committed any actions that hinted that he would do something like that, and also the final proof is that he never tried to poison me to this day.
The reason I started thinking he would poison me is he likes to read a lot of serial killer books. In my mind I started to think that that meant he was secretly a serial killer and therefore would be capable of poisoning me because I thought he was mad at me.
