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Re: Schizophrenia?
Aug 15, 2006
I believe I may have gone schizophrenic but I believe that I have discovered why I may have gone so. I currently am a student at Michigan State University studying French and Education. I am in my second year. My schizophrenic episode lasted for about a month. Here is the story...

I lived in an international dormitory where people from all over the world come to live. Anyway, through out the year the year I was exposed to several kinds of philosophies. I myself, who was always curious, did my best to learn from all of them. I read in a book called "Tuesdays with Morrie", formerly one of my favorite books, if you want to find the "truth" you must surround yourself with other truths. By living in a multi-cultural dorm, I did so and the truth hurt me. Let me explain...

As I was being exposed to all types of customs and cultures, I was being exposed to all kinds of attitudes. By watching peoples reaction to these attitudes I could determine which attidue would be more favorable. I was able to modify my behavior easily to fit in well with others. I soon began to be indecisive and started to not care so much about many things. In my classes, I started not paying too much attention to them because I felt that what they were teaching was not that important. On top of that, my addiction to pornography escalated.

Soon right after this happened, a note that stated "ye be warned, a pirate lives here" was written on the bulletin board on my door. Because my roommate had told me of his history of getting people into trouble for doing internet crimes, this made me panic. I had thought that he had told some high officials that I had been doing some massive downloading. The night I read this message I called my friends back home and told them I loved them. It was like an hour later when I recieved a call back from a little boy saying that he loved me. That was when I came to the realization that my roommate managed to tell on me.

I could not sleep that night due to the events that happened. The following morning I noticed that the two people in my French class that lived in dorm were not present something told me that I was going to have to expect something when I got back to my dorm. I was very paranoid so I called my parents at home to tell them what might happen to me. After I got out of my French Class, I went to the counseling center to see what I could do. It wasn't much help and I went back to my dorm afterword.

While I was walking through the corridor, I looked out of the corner of my eyes and noticed two men in uniform with clipboards. I believed them to be psychologist because as I was walking further a line of kids were lined up next to the wall and one of the, gave me a bizarre look. I thought to myself that the psychologists were there to observe my reaction and because of this I did not react. After my walk through the corridor, I headed off for work.

I worked in the cafeteria as a greeter. While I was working that day, far more people came into the cafeteria than usual. As they gave me there identification card to swipe, every single one of them said hello very kindly. I thought it was unusual. Because a lot more people came in than usual, I was kept very busy. As everyone exited the cafeteria, they all told me to have a good weekend. Not a single one of them told me different. This gave me the idea that I should be expecting something over the weekend. When I was getting ready to take a nap, my roommate played the song "Personal Jesus" by Nine Inch Nails.

Ever since I studied Maslow's Heirarchy of Needs I always tried to think of ways to become self-actualized. I looked at all the characteristics of a self-actualized person and believed that the dorm I was living in was the best place for me to reach my highest potential. The most creative and imaginative people in history have been considered to be self-actualized. I wanted to be like them. As a side note, I did not realize that self-actualized people often are depressed but as I lived in this stage of the theory I began to understand why. The truth hurts is all I have to say.

The next day I went to work in the morning. As I was asking for things, I noticed that my fellow employees were lying to me. None of them were telling me the truth. I went to my supervisor and made him call the police. An officer soon arrived with a counselor and I told them that something was wrong. I told them I can not lie and must tell the truth. My supervisor was in the room with us and as I told them about what was goiing on, I noticed that my supervisors face was turning red. This gave me the impression that he knew what was going on. For some reason, after seeing his face color change, I told the officer and counselor that nothing was wrong (In retrospect, I regret it immensely). My supervisor appeared relieved after I said it.

After work, I saw a close friend of mine eating dinner. I decided to eat with him and while we were dining I told him of the events that were happening. He seemed concerned and after dinner we walked around campus. First to the police station but for some reason I started to think that I could not trust the officers to safeguard me because I believed they knew what was happening. After the police station, we continue to walk and while we were walking in a parking lot we came across my favorite drink, Monster. No cars or other people were around which made this finding awkward. I walked past at first but I thought to myself and told my friend that it was full. I walked back and picked the can up to discover that my premonition was correct. My friend was startled. We finally ended up at my friends apartment.

When we were at his apartment we decided to order in pizza. While we were waiting for the pizza, we talked about how much I despized my roommate for what he had done. My friend believed that he wasn't a bad person. He told me about how the technological world could be a religion. I never had thought about that but I pondered the possibility. My roommate never practiced a religion but he did have a high interest in technology. An hour passed and the pizza did not come still. I started to get disturbed and I had my friend call again. I called my friends to tell them about what happened. My friends at home thought I was acting crazy when I called them. When I called my friend in Seattle she was crying. I thought that perhaps news got out to her about what had happened. When I asked her why she was crying, she said that her long distance boyfriend was sleeping with another girl. I thought that it was me (I later came to realize that it wasn't. This makes me believe that perhaps there is a connection with technology and the social life of people).

The pizza finally came and we ate it. While I was trying to sleep, I had a difficult time falling to sleep at first. I kept hearing screams outside whenever I tried to close my eyes. I did not believe that these were auditory hallucinations because I never had them before. I believed that it tied in with the events that happened the previous days. I got out of bed to see what my friend was doing. When I looked at the entrance door I noticed shadows going across the door and I heard some sort of galloping noise. I tried to look through the peaking hole to figure out what it was. However, nothing was in sight. I went back to the bedroom that I was sleeping in and lied back down on the bed. I finally fell asleep.

More events continued the week of Easter. There quite interesting but I do not know if any of you want to continue reading.
Re: Schizophrenia?
Aug 17, 2006
[QUOTE=eatonio]I believe I may have gone schizophrenic but I believe that I have discovered why I may have gone so. I currently am a student at Michigan State University studying French and Education. I am in my second year. My schizophrenic episode lasted for about a month. Here is the story...

I lived in an international dormitory where people from all over the world come to live. Anyway, through out the year the year I was exposed to several kinds of philosophies. I myself, who was always curious, did my best to learn from all of them. I read in a book called "Tuesdays with Morrie", formerly one of my favorite books, if you want to find the "truth" you must surround yourself with other truths. By living in a multi-cultural dorm, I did so and the truth hurt me. Let me explain...

As I was being exposed to all types of customs and cultures, I was being exposed to all kinds of attitudes. By watching peoples reaction to these attitudes I could determine which attidue would be more favorable. I was able to modify my behavior easily to fit in well with others. I soon began to be indecisive and started to not care so much about many things. In my classes, I started not paying too much attention to them because I felt that what they were teaching was not that important. On top of that, my addiction to pornography escalated.

Soon right after this happened, a note that stated "ye be warned, a pirate lives here" was written on the bulletin board on my door. Because my roommate had told me of his history of getting people into trouble for doing internet crimes, this made me panic. I had thought that he had told some high officials that I had been doing some massive downloading. The night I read this message I called my friends back home and told them I loved them. It was like an hour later when I recieved a call back from a little boy saying that he loved me. That was when I came to the realization that my roommate managed to tell on me.

I could not sleep that night due to the events that happened. The following morning I noticed that the two people in my French class that lived in dorm were not present something told me that I was going to have to expect something when I got back to my dorm. I was very paranoid so I called my parents at home to tell them what might happen to me. After I got out of my French Class, I went to the counseling center to see what I could do. It wasn't much help and I went back to my dorm afterword.

While I was walking through the corridor, I looked out of the corner of my eyes and noticed two men in uniform with clipboards. I believed them to be psychologist because as I was walking further a line of kids were lined up next to the wall and one of the, gave me a bizarre look. I thought to myself that the psychologists were there to observe my reaction and because of this I did not react. After my walk through the corridor, I headed off for work.

I worked in the cafeteria as a greeter. While I was working that day, far more people came into the cafeteria than usual. As they gave me there identification card to swipe, every single one of them said hello very kindly. I thought it was unusual. Because a lot more people came in than usual, I was kept very busy. As everyone exited the cafeteria, they all told me to have a good weekend. Not a single one of them told me different. This gave me the idea that I should be expecting something over the weekend. When I was getting ready to take a nap, my roommate played the song "Personal Jesus" by Nine Inch Nails.

Ever since I studied Maslow's Heirarchy of Needs I always tried to think of ways to become self-actualized. I looked at all the characteristics of a self-actualized person and believed that the dorm I was living in was the best place for me to reach my highest potential. The most creative and imaginative people in history have been considered to be self-actualized. I wanted to be like them. As a side note, I did not realize that self-actualized people often are depressed but as I lived in this stage of the theory I began to understand why. The truth hurts is all I have to say.

The next day I went to work in the morning. As I was asking for things, I noticed that my fellow employees were lying to me. None of them were telling me the truth. I went to my supervisor and made him call the police. An officer soon arrived with a counselor and I told them that something was wrong. I told them I can not lie and must tell the truth. My supervisor was in the room with us and as I told them about what was goiing on, I noticed that my supervisors face was turning red. This gave me the impression that he knew what was going on. For some reason, after seeing his face color change, I told the officer and counselor that nothing was wrong (In retrospect, I regret it immensely). My supervisor appeared relieved after I said it.

After work, I saw a close friend of mine eating dinner. I decided to eat with him and while we were dining I told him of the events that were happening. He seemed concerned and after dinner we walked around campus. First to the police station but for some reason I started to think that I could not trust the officers to safeguard me because I believed they knew what was happening. After the police station, we continue to walk and while we were walking in a parking lot we came across my favorite drink, Monster. No cars or other people were around which made this finding awkward. I walked past at first but I thought to myself and told my friend that it was full. I walked back and picked the can up to discover that my premonition was correct. My friend was startled. We finally ended up at my friends apartment.

When we were at his apartment we decided to order in pizza. While we were waiting for the pizza, we talked about how much I despized my roommate for what he had done. My friend believed that he wasn't a bad person. He told me about how the technological world could be a religion. I never had thought about that but I pondered the possibility. My roommate never practiced a religion but he did have a high interest in technology. An hour passed and the pizza did not come still. I started to get disturbed and I had my friend call again. I called my friends to tell them about what happened. My friends at home thought I was acting crazy when I called them. When I called my friend in Seattle she was crying. I thought that perhaps news got out to her about what had happened. When I asked her why she was crying, she said that her long distance boyfriend was sleeping with another girl. I thought that it was me (I later came to realize that it wasn't. This makes me believe that perhaps there is a connection with technology and the social life of people).

The pizza finally came and we ate it. While I was trying to sleep, I had a difficult time falling to sleep at first. I kept hearing screams outside whenever I tried to close my eyes. I did not believe that these were auditory hallucinations because I never had them before. I believed that it tied in with the events that happened the previous days. I got out of bed to see what my friend was doing. When I looked at the entrance door I noticed shadows going across the door and I heard some sort of galloping noise. I tried to look through the peaking hole to figure out what it was. However, nothing was in sight. I went back to the bedroom that I was sleeping in and lied back down on the bed. I finally fell asleep.

More events continued the week of Easter. There quite interesting but I do not know if any of you want to continue reading.[/QUOTE]


That was very interesting and yes i would like to hear more it would make a good book. Anyways you cant just be schizophrenic one week then normal the next..schizophrenia is a chronic illness. So you couldnt have gone schizo..its quite possible you are bipolar with psychotic breaks...or just had a psychotic break. Hard to tell really but no you arent schizophrenic. To be schizophrenic you have to believe false things and be in that world at all times. If you could tell me more of the say stories maybe i could help.





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