What is one of the craziest thing you have done due to being paranoid or psychotic?
Probably the craziest thing I have done is try to escape from the hospital because I was extremely paranoid that the people at the hospital were going to kill me.
I asked to use the restroom and when I was in there I climbed up into the ceiling and tried to get out. I ended up breaking the rebar and security, or a cop, can’t remember which came through the door after I crashed down.
I also thought I could turn the rebar that fell into a snake and told the cop/security dude that as I was holding the rebar and the dude told me to do it so I dropped the rebar and surprise surprise - nothing happened.
Before that I had spit out the Ativan they tried to give me in the hospital bed because I thought it was poison. I did something after the ceiling escape attempt that was pretty crazy too but I need to see others stories before I tell all ha.
I screamed gibberish, and threw apples at strangers from a balcony to warn them of the coming apocalypse. Then I blacked out, probably from not eating or sleeping for days, and somehow made it 400 miles away without a phone or wallet (not sure how I got there) and lived in a barn
I also believed it was my mission to save someone who would later be important. I didn’t know who or how, I just knew I had to find a broken person and fix them.
That lead me to surround myself with broken people and desperately try to fix them, which didn’t end well for neither of us.
I remembering collecting “snakes” (huge nightcrawlers) out of a “river” (over flowing culvert" in a huge storm and being found by the new maintenance man at our apartment complex who took me door to door until he figured out where I lived. When he got me to the right house I had a hand full of nightcrawlers and an old baby doll that I must have dug out of the mud that I wouldn’t let go of because I thought it was a real baby that I saved. I was drenched to the bone and it took awhile for me to snap back into reality and realize that things were not as I imagined them. Now it feels as though it was a dream and I was sleepwalking. I never did get over my embarrassment of meeting the new maintenance man that way and not exactly sure where I got the baby doll.
Went round the town precinct armed with bottles of water, so i could water the bedding plants in the town at 2am. And left minuture pork pies in all the phone boxes incase the homeless got hungry. Yeah the police, caught me on the CCTV and kindly took me home lol.
I thought I was burning in a subtle way so I took my shirt off and began to roll on the ground over and over again - then I sprayed myself with a fire extinguisher - then I thought aliens were placing me into major pressure (like diving to the bottom of a swimming pool) - then I thought my cigarettes would harm the world - all out crazy! I’m doing better these days!
The most distressing was when i was living in a basement flat. Highlt Paranoid. I already covered the ceilings in tinfoil and had night lights burning 24/7. I had church music blaring out 24/7 and used to go down the road to the public toilet cos i thought they were getting my DNA from my feces in my own toilet.
I was like that for 6 months - and even after i slashed my wrists - not one nurse or doctor realised i was psychotic and treated me. I was un-happily off my rocker and out my mind and un-aware - and left to be crazy. Arsholes.
I felt I was the lead spectacle in a giant film…that the whole world was in on it. So I drove to another Province in Canada to an outdoor drive-in movie theater where I threw a large rock at the movie screen. I took off my white t-shirt and waved it in surrender to the satellite cameras in the sky.
It was my way of telling the world that I didn’t want to be the star of this movie anymore…that I just wanted my simple life back.
More than once, I threw out everything I owned, including the lights . had all the windows blacked out and lived in the dark, would only eat at random places so they could not get to my food.
I once dressed in combat gear and ran around my house with a broom trying to get the “bats” out of the house. My roommate sat me down and explained that there were no bats. She convinced me to go to the hospital.
Joke was on her a few days later, when a bat coincidentally got into the basement and flew right at her. She was like “Holy crap they’re real!”
During one hospital stay I custom made a ballcap that read…“Captain Stewbing”…in rainbow colours.
Captain Stubing was the captain of the 70’s tv show The Love Boat. I thought the whole world felt I was evil so it was my way of telling everyone that i was full of love…not hate.
Another time I escaped by Taxi from the mental ward on a smoke break. The Cabbie drove to Parliament Hill. I had several items to give to our Prime Minister.
A gift card full of hearts for our veterans.
A special key that a female patient gave me, for women’s rights
An orange with UNICEF written on it in black marker. I felt that nothing rhymes with orange…that every child is unique.
I had other items too but I forget what they were. The Policeman at Security on The Hill told me he couldn’t accept my gifts on behalf of our Prime Minister and told me to go home.
In hindsight, I’m lucky he didn’t shoot me as i approached him walking quickly while unzipping my coat.
Another time I got into my car and drove for hours in every direction- I thought my girlfriend was doing porno and her ‘manager’ was trying to use the occult with me if i stepped foot in this city - I wound up in jail
So… The other crazy thing I did after the ceiling incident was romp a bit with 2 security guards who were taking me from regular hospital to the mental hospital. I thought they were going to take me to a furnace and kill me so I roughed them up a bit in the elevator. As soon as we reached the floor we needed to I was pretty defensive which ended up getting me a shot of zyprexa and strapped down in a restraint device. Luckily the shot put me out pretty quick and I woke up the next day more agreeable.
But yeah I took on two security guards in an elevator and gave one guy a big bruise. Just glad I didn’t lash out at the cops who picked me up walking the train track.
and told the cop/security dude that as I was holding the rebar and the dude told me to do it so I dropped the rebar and surprise surprise - nothing happened.