#thought disorders

[bloodof-christ]

Childhood Friend

One of our first consistent hallucinations. Dark shadow figures with static flying around them, little black dots buzzing around them.

Saw them everyday in eighth grade (13/14 years old).

Followed us around. Sat on the couch and watched while we played CS:GO. They sounded like intelligible whispers and static overlaying their words. Often didn't understand them.

They weren't malevolent. Pretty chill. Got used to them. Never felt comfortable with trying to touch them. Felt rude.

[psychotic-spectrum]

Hi! I'm wondering about thought disorders. Lately my speech/thoughts have been going all over the place, but suddenly for no reason... how long does it take for a thought disorder to actually become one, if you know what I mean? Does it take months or years or does it depend on the person?

Hi anon. I was doing some research on the subject of thought disorders but I couldn’t find an answer to your question. However, I think that, in order for a thoght disorder to be considered as one, it can take, as with many mental illnesses, from weeks to months and be quite consistent, I mean, the disordered speech should be present in most of your speech, but not necessarilly all your speech has to be disordered. You can have moments of normal speech too. But that’s my opinion, I’m not a professional, so my advice is that you go ask someone whos works in the field of psychology or psychiatry to help you figure out if you actually have a problem or not.

[mindsterk]

Disorders of Form of Thought: Understanding Thought Disorders

A thought disorder makes thinking and talking hard. It is a key sign of schizophrenia. It can also happen in mania and depression. Picture being at a party and trying to talk to a friend. Suddenly, your thoughts mix up. Your words don’t make sense. Others can’t understand you. That’s what having a thought disorder feels like. There are many kinds of thought disorders, over 20 types. Each one has…

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[vindictadulcae]

Childhood?

He has the biggest blue eyes you ever saw. It's like he has a magic power, able to make anyone feel important when he asks questions. At six years old, my little brother is thirteen years younger than me. I, out of all seven of us, am his favorite sister. We've had a rough couple of years, him and I. I am the second eldest; he's the youngest, and between the two of us, there are four siblings, and they all have issues. Between thought disorders making his sisters think it's fine to hurt him, to the youngest sister nearly dying of a staph infection, his childhood has quickly fallen apart. It became obvious when he declared to me, with the most serious expression, that, one day, we all would die. And that was why he shouldn't have to do his homework. It didn't matter. So we laid in the grass watching clouds, discussing life and lied to Mom about his homework getting lost at school. Why waste what time we have left?