- Jul 21, 2011
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I thought I'd make a topic that some of you might find interesting, or maybe nobody cares? Either way, I don't care and I'm just throwing this out there. Anyway if some of you are psych students, you might get something from this. Let me make this clear I am NOT trolling. Here is my medication list:
Seroquel
Risperdal
Wellbutrin
Buspirone
Lexapro
In the last month I've had a psychotic breakdown and had to get thrown into inpatient in a mental institution, and then I've been going to group therapy, or outpatient. I got thrown into inpatient because I threatened to murder someone over the phone. It was some stupid marketing company that kept calling my phone, and I blocked their numbers 3 times. The next time they called, rage set in, and I told the person something on the phone that I'm not gonna repeat in its entirely, but I told the person I was going to track them down, and kill them + eat their babies if they called this number again. 2 days later the police knocked on my door to arrest me. I was in county jail for about 6 hours, until they transferred me to a mental institution on an ambulance. They didn't press charges due to my history of mental instability. I wasn't ordered to be in inpatient for any set amount of time, just that I needed to go there.
Inpatient was bad. They were control freaks, and I ended up breaking into a blind, uncontrollable rage. It literally took 10 people to subdue me. I was grabbing anything I could get my hands on and tossing it, including tables, chairs, even the microwave, etc. Anyone that got near me was attacked. The thing is, I didn't remember any of the details until they showed me the video. I blacked out. I woke up in a straight jacket inside of a padded cell and didn't even know why the fuck I was in there. A couple of the staff members there were injured during my blind rage. One guy had to get stitches on his face. One of the female staff members was hit with a chair.
I told my psychiatrist that inpatient has never helped me before and when I'm placed into an atmosphere of "control" I feel like I'm 50x more likely to have a breakdown, because I'm often belligerent to authority. And my brain works like this:
irritation => frustration => anger => rage => psychotic breakdown. These are emotions I can't control by the way. Even when on the above medications. If things continue escalating my temper, a psychotic breakdown is imminent. Being placed into a controlling atmosphere means I'm 100% guaranteed to go psycho at some point. I guess the only reason I'm even on medications because they help me / / much, but my issues are /----------------/ much. So something is better than nothing. At lower tier anger levels, the meds do help me calm down quicker, as long as I'm in a non-hostile atmosphere. The psychiatrist agreed that this wasn't a very productive environment for me to be in, and that I was better off seeking outpatient therapy barring any more incidents.
I snapped off at some autist that was in outpatient the other day. Some stupid old lady that dressed like she was a 15 year old girl. She suffered from Aspergers or something like that. She was all like boo hoo, nobody gives me attention, nobody cares about me and starts breaking down in tears. I was face palming in frustration until I was like shut the F*** up! Your whiny, cranky voice is the reason nobody wants to be around you. And why are you dressed like a 15 year old girl? You look like you just got out of a Justin Bieber concert. Why do you care so much about what others think? And then I slid a box of tissues that was near me on the ground in her direction. Everyone just stared at me probably thinking this guy is a complete asshole. And then I admit to being a grade A asshole to the entire room and told the rest of the people there having issues about other people caring to suck it up and not give so much of a fuck about what others think.
Later that day one of the people in the room walked up and thanked me? I was confused, because I wasn't trying to be helpful. I'm not gonna butter up or sugar coat anything. These people who get butthurt over not being the center of attention, or getting enough affection from people are weak little pisants.
Anyway, I don't think outpatient group therapy is going to be that helpful, but one of the conditions for me leaving inpatient was for me to do this for 3-4 weeks.
I told my individual therapist the other day that I think I was born into the wrong timeline. 2015 sucks. I'm more mentally suited for 850-1000AD. I think I'd make an excellent Viking Berserker. Most of my lineage is Scottish and Northern European, so I probably inherited this mindset from an ancestor who killed people, took their stuff, and slept like a baby at night.
Seroquel
Risperdal
Wellbutrin
Buspirone
Lexapro
In the last month I've had a psychotic breakdown and had to get thrown into inpatient in a mental institution, and then I've been going to group therapy, or outpatient. I got thrown into inpatient because I threatened to murder someone over the phone. It was some stupid marketing company that kept calling my phone, and I blocked their numbers 3 times. The next time they called, rage set in, and I told the person something on the phone that I'm not gonna repeat in its entirely, but I told the person I was going to track them down, and kill them + eat their babies if they called this number again. 2 days later the police knocked on my door to arrest me. I was in county jail for about 6 hours, until they transferred me to a mental institution on an ambulance. They didn't press charges due to my history of mental instability. I wasn't ordered to be in inpatient for any set amount of time, just that I needed to go there.
Inpatient was bad. They were control freaks, and I ended up breaking into a blind, uncontrollable rage. It literally took 10 people to subdue me. I was grabbing anything I could get my hands on and tossing it, including tables, chairs, even the microwave, etc. Anyone that got near me was attacked. The thing is, I didn't remember any of the details until they showed me the video. I blacked out. I woke up in a straight jacket inside of a padded cell and didn't even know why the fuck I was in there. A couple of the staff members there were injured during my blind rage. One guy had to get stitches on his face. One of the female staff members was hit with a chair.
I told my psychiatrist that inpatient has never helped me before and when I'm placed into an atmosphere of "control" I feel like I'm 50x more likely to have a breakdown, because I'm often belligerent to authority. And my brain works like this:
irritation => frustration => anger => rage => psychotic breakdown. These are emotions I can't control by the way. Even when on the above medications. If things continue escalating my temper, a psychotic breakdown is imminent. Being placed into a controlling atmosphere means I'm 100% guaranteed to go psycho at some point. I guess the only reason I'm even on medications because they help me / / much, but my issues are /----------------/ much. So something is better than nothing. At lower tier anger levels, the meds do help me calm down quicker, as long as I'm in a non-hostile atmosphere. The psychiatrist agreed that this wasn't a very productive environment for me to be in, and that I was better off seeking outpatient therapy barring any more incidents.
I snapped off at some autist that was in outpatient the other day. Some stupid old lady that dressed like she was a 15 year old girl. She suffered from Aspergers or something like that. She was all like boo hoo, nobody gives me attention, nobody cares about me and starts breaking down in tears. I was face palming in frustration until I was like shut the F*** up! Your whiny, cranky voice is the reason nobody wants to be around you. And why are you dressed like a 15 year old girl? You look like you just got out of a Justin Bieber concert. Why do you care so much about what others think? And then I slid a box of tissues that was near me on the ground in her direction. Everyone just stared at me probably thinking this guy is a complete asshole. And then I admit to being a grade A asshole to the entire room and told the rest of the people there having issues about other people caring to suck it up and not give so much of a fuck about what others think.
Later that day one of the people in the room walked up and thanked me? I was confused, because I wasn't trying to be helpful. I'm not gonna butter up or sugar coat anything. These people who get butthurt over not being the center of attention, or getting enough affection from people are weak little pisants.
Anyway, I don't think outpatient group therapy is going to be that helpful, but one of the conditions for me leaving inpatient was for me to do this for 3-4 weeks.
I told my individual therapist the other day that I think I was born into the wrong timeline. 2015 sucks. I'm more mentally suited for 850-1000AD. I think I'd make an excellent Viking Berserker. Most of my lineage is Scottish and Northern European, so I probably inherited this mindset from an ancestor who killed people, took their stuff, and slept like a baby at night.
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