Hi, thanks for replying. I have paranoid delusions that completely take over my life.
My first episode was after my husband died. (Ed) The day before he died I rang his psychiatrist (Dr.S) and told him how he had said the kids and I may as well be dead because he felt like we were anyway. I told Dr.S about the threat and he said he already knew that because Ed had told him. Ed killed himself the next day.
I was so angry.. why did Dr.S let him go after saying that? I began to get paranoid that Dr.S now wanted ME dead. I had a wisdom tooth resting on a nerve, (very painful!) and I thought Dr.S was controlling me through my tooth and reading my mind.
I did a lot of writing on my computer and became convinced Dr.S was watching what I wrote. I made myself play solitaire on the computer.. I had to win three times in a row to keep him out. I would be up until 5am and then I had to get up at 6am for the kids.
I ended up in hospital for three months.
I was fine for a while and then I came back from dropping the kids off at school and made myself a snack. There were Weevils (little bugs) in my biscuit! I made myself a cup of tea, and there were Weevils in that too. I resigned myself to fact that I would have to chuck out all my food and start again.
I was hungry so I went to the cafe. Weevils in my cake! They were everywhere. Evil Weevils everywhere!
You've probably figured out by now that there were no Weevils.. Just in my mind. Back to hospital for another three months and right up until the end I wouldn't eat or drink anything but sealed Fortisip. Fortisip is for those who are very underweight or elderly so I actually put ON a lot of weight.
Fine for a while again and then one night my cats surprised me by jumping out of the linen cupboard. It gave me such a fright! Upon looking at them I 'realised' that they had grown very big. They were hungry but I couldn't feed them as I thought they would get even bigger and attack me. A friend took me to psych emergency and back to hospital again.
While in the Intensive Care Unit at hospital (Psych) I kept sitting in the hallway waiting for a bus to come through the two sets of double locked doors, to pick me up and take me away. I fantasised that my dead mother would be driving the bus and would take me home.
If you've ever been a smoker, and caught the bus you have probably figured out Murphys Law... which is if you light a smoke the bus turns up and you have to throw away a perfectly good ciggerette. So I would plead with the staff to let me smoke in the hallway.
All these episodes are hazy in my mind now but as I write this I can feel the absolute conviction that the experiences I was having were true and real, very real.
I am lucky enough to have enough insight in my first days of being unwell, that I can reach up and get help. A few days into it though and I lose myself in my mind and can not be convinced these things are not true. One of my main signs of starting to become unwell is that I cannot sit on a chair or sleep on my bed. I have to feel grounded. I will sleep on the floor for months during an episode. So If I start feeling that 'pull' towards the ground I know to ring my nurse, who will monitor me.