I had an experience where I thought my boyfriend’s brother in law was in love with me. I didn’t even like him. I just thought he was really cute at first. And then he just kept staring at me and I didn’t know why. Then eventually I heard his voice saying how much he liked me and how much he wanted me. I eventually fell in love and became obsessed. I kept looking at his Facebook page. He got married and had a kid and he was still saying things. I got so mad that I stayed away from them, but then I was having erotomania from coworkers. Eventually one day I had a psychotic break in my room.
Yeah I got obsessed with this girl who wasn’t even that attractive. I went crazy in a workplace of 300 workers. It was a bit of a dealio. I actually think I exposed myself to this girl…it was all repressed sexuality and It wasn’t like a conscious event but it all was a bit weird in this one instance.
No one complained so I don’t even know it happened and I went back to that workplace only to leave because it was all too weird.
That is my story and I’m sticking to it!
When I was in a psychotic mania I thought masses of famous celebrities were in love with me and wanted to marry me. I thought they were gonna pick me up and take me to their mansions. I would wait outside my house and of course no one would come. It is pretty silly in hindsight but at the time felt very real. I feel bad for the celebrities who deal with obsessed fans who really act on these delusions
I had terrible erotomania
I believed a co worker was in love with to the extent I thought he had somehow shared a night with me when I was under hypnosis or something
This kind of thing sucks
I once clicked on the “married women want only sex from you” commercial
My erotomania was about my ex fiancee when I was delusional…she didn’t love me like I thought but now decades later, she approached me on facebook and we are still friends.
I thought a woman of my village was in love with me. She didn’t even know me. We exchanged some glances and I thought she was about to come home. So I prepared home, did some chores waiting for her. She never came of course
I sat in the sitting area at the hospital trying to convince myself he was going to burst through the doors and rescue me I had even packed my bags
I would say my current problem falls short of erotomania, since I know that the person is not interested in me and also know that I am not interested in them. BUT, having said that, a lot of this strikes a chord. Feel like I can’t say too much, am very ashamed and paranoid about being found out. But have been in a situation for a long while now that is messing with my head and affecting my ability to think and do stuff, and it seems to just get stronger all the time.
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