#saneism tw

[puppydogdennis]

oh! so some of y'all are just extremely horrible people then cool

[sacredheart-stigmata]

"Religion only exists in the modern day because of underdeveloped and feeble-minded people or people with severe psychosis--" if it were not for the love of my Lord, I would have gleefully popped you in your shamelessly ableist mouth

[florenceisfalling]

The bastard child of a popular political candidate, Wilma was dumped at the asylum with a demand to either make her presentable or keep her out of the public’s sight. She had grown a little too old to easily dismiss her habit of wandering, mild kleptomania, homosexual tendencies, and social eccentricities. Still, she was docile, and the asylum staff opted to focus on simply hiding her from the outside world, much more concerned with treating their more “extreme” cases - as well as working on the unethical experiments lurking behind closed doors.

Initially, her father came for frequent visits, but as his career began an upward climb, he severed any non-professional associations. As his presence in the asylum tapered off to an occasional and distant donation, the doctors became less and less concerned about keeping up appearances.

Though her susceptibility to praise won some of them her fondness, Wilma never fully trusted the doctors or the nurses. She was not offended by their careless neglect - instead, she considered it a loosened restraint that allowed her to accumulate a better trove of shiny stolen things and stories from her fellow wards and secrets from down staircases she wasn’t supposed to descend. Nevertheless, she spoke in a lulling tone that suggested her head was more often up in the clouds than down in the winding, labyrinthine facility, so it was easier to chide her for waltzing into labs or offices at random than to risk aggressively correcting a girl from such an influential family.

This tactic foundered when Wilma opened the wrong door, one with hinges freshly bleeding oil, one that opened so cleanly and so quietly that she saw and understood everything she was not supposed to long before the sawbones saw her coming.

They would command her, belittle her, pry gaps in her psyche in an attempt to convince her, and tell her a thousand times that what she saw was a trick of the dark, a misunderstanding, a convincing production performed by her misaligned relationship with reality. The reports said they were securing a patient for transport home, but she knew the truth. It could not be broken out of her, the view of her friend and fellow inmate, begging for protection, as his body unlocked, swung open and let the air rush in, in a way that no living flesh should.

Nor could she ever forget the view of the doctor’s wide, pained eyes as she sank her teeth into his flesh, deep enough to wrench a chunk free and swallow it. Wilma’s frequent habit of chewing on ribbons and fingernails turned into a much bloodier biting habit after that. 

The treatments never took well enough to scrub the truth from her brain, but they did have other effects. The lies they fed her were so frequent it became difficult to tell when they were lies at all, and slowly she began to see things solely because they promised there was nothing to see. Every door became a mouth, a ribcage, a fist, and every speck of light became an eye. Her hair tangled in her face became matted fur, and it was an easy mistake to make when they had muzzled her jaw so tight and commanded her to stay. 

It was easy, then, when the shadow from the basement had fully eclipsed her. It was simple, after black trails started seeping from the bruises around her wrists, from the beds of her fingernails, from the empty socket where her sharpest tooth used to be. It was natural to stand guard, pacing back and forth behind the only door she had never crept through, waiting with ragged, bated breath for warm bodies to stumble close enough to reach on her chain. 

[sparrowaces]

Big fan of projecting mental illnesses onto v!avid, mostly because the way every single thing he says in the first 1-3 (depending on the person) episodes is completely ignored, written off as crazy, criticised more than those around him, etc, and it's very reminiscent of being mentally ill and having people go "oh okay but you hallucinate. That didn't really happen" or "yeah but you're paranoid? There's no danger" or "ohhh right you're autistic, sorry, I forgot you're basically a child" about something that's regular not to know. "Yeah it's not actually that bad though, you're just depressed" etc etc, it's about being held to a higher standard because otherwise its the mental illness' fault, its about labels that say "crazy person!! Don't listen!!" And yeah, a paranoid person will always sometimes be wrong. But sometimes they're right, and people just won't listen. Because you're crazy. There's something Wrong with you. You need to Be Quiet, you're making others upset [there's something wrong with you] ((and then, when youre right, you know what they say? A broken person clock is right twice a day))

[midnight-soulless-system]

"That's so psychotic" "Lol I'm so delusional about him" "Look at the crazy freak" "She's literally insane"

SHUT UP!! SHUT UP SHUT UP!! And fuck you.

If you say you're delusional about someone and then get upset when I say "yeah same" and you freak out because I actually have delusions? Fuck you.

If you call people insane and then think schizophrenics are just mediums and blessed by visions? Fuck you.

If you call people "psychos" or "psychotic" when they're just doing something you disagree with? Double fuck you from both the psychotic and ASPD community.

And if you say "look at that crazy freak"? Fuck you. I hope that one day you get treated like one of those "crazy freaks". I hope you understand what it feels like, and I hope you fucking change.

[schizosupport]

Anon from about 2 hours ago, thank you very much for answering my question and explaining it so well. When I started experiencing this to a debilitating degree, I went to online communities and found some real ly strange takes like “if you can type coherently online you clearly don’t have schizophrenia because it comes with disorganized speech” (???????) and “if you even know what a delusion is you’re not schizophrenic because people with delusions don’t know they have them (?????) Like yea in an episode you don’t know thats what you’re experiencing but you can know what the symptom entails. So it’s really refreshing (I can’t think of the right word sorry ) to hear that it’s more broad than the internet and even a lot of doctors would have led me to believe. And that it can ebb and flow even dependent on the day or the episode. You’ve helped me a lot, thanks again : )

I'm glad my response was helpful! And yeah, so many people out there othering psychotic people to a degree where they can't imagine that anyone they're even able to have a conversation with, could be psychotic. They can't imagine that we're online. That we're able to have meta conversations about our own experiences. That we are real 3-dimensional people.

I think that is why any degree of insight is seen as a sign that someone is "faking for attention" bc if you're "normal enough to know that you might be crazy, how can you be One of Them (the subhumans who are believed to have zero self awareness ever).. and then it gets turned around to invalidate you and call you out as a faker.

Sorry I'm going off on a tangent lol, I'm tired.. but yeah glad to hear my response was helpful, and don't mind the assholes!!

[destructo-range]

me watching people call someone they dont like "schizo"

[tommyssupercoolblog]

I think for every view one of those stupid YouTube shorts where a schizophrenic person is the Dangerous Villain somehow gets, an actual schizophrenic person should get 100 dollars