My dad, who was a psychiatrist, told me something about treating patients who'd diagnosed in the schizophrenia spectrum. He talked about the delusional constructs they could get caught up in. He told me the prognosis for such a patient, if they complied with their medications and took care of themselves alright, would see them getting caught up in day to day routine so much that when he would ask, for example, "Frank, what about the CIA and how they wanted you to do some work for them?"; the patient would say something like, "Oh man, what are you bothering me with that stuff for? That's the last thing on my mind these days."
I've replied that way to a therapist when he asked me about something of that nature. It was a long time ago. However, for me, at least, the grandiose, fantastic things I can get caught up in come in and go out like the tide. For example, I hadn't really thought about Schmaylor Schmift to any extent for a long time, until my notion of her came roaring back to life late last February. Now, I probably thought a lot about equally bizarre stuff at that time, but I do remember how Schmaylor made a big comeback late last February.
I had dinner with friends this evening. I'm comfortable talking about the specifics of all that can go on in my head with them, so I did. I said that, hopefully, this latest Schmaylor intrusion will go out with the tide soon enough. Maybe just talking to them initiated that process. Maybe just thinking along those lines before I visited with them initiated that whole process. That's why I'm so keen on treating this whole "love" issue with this notion of Schmaylor in my head as a symptom of my illness, and not some REAL THING, because the day may very well come when I dismiss all talk of this time and my delusional notion of this person as trivial stuff in my past.
I've replied that way to a therapist when he asked me about something of that nature. It was a long time ago. However, for me, at least, the grandiose, fantastic things I can get caught up in come in and go out like the tide. For example, I hadn't really thought about Schmaylor Schmift to any extent for a long time, until my notion of her came roaring back to life late last February. Now, I probably thought a lot about equally bizarre stuff at that time, but I do remember how Schmaylor made a big comeback late last February.
I had dinner with friends this evening. I'm comfortable talking about the specifics of all that can go on in my head with them, so I did. I said that, hopefully, this latest Schmaylor intrusion will go out with the tide soon enough. Maybe just talking to them initiated that process. Maybe just thinking along those lines before I visited with them initiated that whole process. That's why I'm so keen on treating this whole "love" issue with this notion of Schmaylor in my head as a symptom of my illness, and not some REAL THING, because the day may very well come when I dismiss all talk of this time and my delusional notion of this person as trivial stuff in my past.
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