Delusional Companion Syndrome นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The image had been taken years ago. Arman sat in the same chair beside the same window. A notebook rested in his lap. The forest stretched beyond the glass. Beneath the photograph someone had written a short note. Patient continues writing daily. Claims wife and daughter visit him during storms. Family remains consistent across all documented delusions for over five decades. Aisha stared at the sentence. Over five decades. The consistency alone was extraordinary. Most delusions changed over time. Shifted. Evolved. Arman's apparently had not.

She had gotten into multiple conflicts and been put in solitary confinement several times. She still did not believe she had done anything wrong and continued to complain that I was 'heartless and ungrateful'. She claimed I had ruined her life. Her three brothers were not doing well in prison either. Their arrogance led to frequent beatings. By the time they were released, one had lost an eye, one walked with a limp, and one had a hunched back. If Chloe had recognized her place from the beginning and not indulged in delusional fantasies, and if her three brothers had understood boundaries and not been greedy and overbearing, they would not have ended up like this.

“What? What does that even mean?” The doctor folded his arms across his chest, thoughtful. “It’s rare. Sometimes, it’s called Delusional Memory Imprinting. It usually appears after trauma to the brain. The mind can’t stand empty spaces, so it fills the gaps… not with facts, but with long-standing fantasies. The brain mistakes them for real history.” I shifted in my chair. “You mean… he’s making things up?”

Dad and Mom rushed in, and the moment Mom saw me, she lunged forward in a bid to cover my mouth. "Arlene, what are you still babbling about? Tell the doctor you fell by yourself!" Dr. Hodge stepped between us and pushed Mom back. "What are you doing? This is a hospital! What do you think you're doing to my patient?" Dad quickly put on a smile and handed over a business card. "Doctor, I'm Willard Parson of Parson Group. Arlene has suffered from delusional disorder since she was young. She has a tendency to self-harm and is prone to lying.

But what? "But it was a double disorder. It will take time." What is he saying? Double disorder? "Make me understand what you trying to say! I cannot follow!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. Why is this happening? "Aside from PTSD, she's also inclined in Cotard delusion." I closed my eyes, I was trying really hard to catch my breath. "I assumed you're already aware of that?" I know this kind of delusion. It is a rare condition marked by the false belief that you or your body parts are dead, dying, or don't exist. It usually occurs with severe depression and some psychotic disorders. It can accompany other mental illnesses and neurological conditions. I was studying medicine too, I encount

a doctor said urgently. Rhydian looked at the old woman collapsed in her daughter's arms. Then he looked at me. I saw the struggle in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a decision. He gestured to his assistant. The assistant immediately handed him a file folder. "Doctor, this woman," Rhydian's voice was clear and cold as he gestured to me, "is suffering from delusions. Postpartum psychosis." "She hasn't been stable since losing her pup. She often has... unrealistic fantasies."

Something that would put my mind at ease into which decision I had to make. Dr. Matthews had suggested I see a therapist. Dr. Elizabeth Manning was the psychiatrist assigned to me. I had never been to therapy before so I had no idea what to expect. The first few sessions were a bit difficult but soon began to find it easy to talk to her. I found the more I talked to her, the easier it was to understand what was happening to me. She explained that I was suffering from Depersonalization Disorder. From what she explained, it was a common disorder for patients that had been in a coma for an extended amount of time.

“I have pictures to prove it and I'm really sorry about your health, I know how it feels to suffer from delusional disorder. A cousin of mine has it and it's killing her everyday, oh good goddess bless your soul." "I am not your cousin ma'am" I shouted "Please stop all of this and get me out of here,I want to return home. I want to return to Aiden, I want to return to my crippled brother."

Please mom, let us not lower ourselves and act dirty like this. Jodi tried to make her mom changed its mind. But it seemed that the other party had already thought of it through and she even come prepare. "Insomia. Generalized seizures. Hallucination by mistaking a human being as a robot. What do you think psychiatrist call this kind of condition?" Jodi was silent when her mom started citing those things. The other party had not said it yet, but Jodi already had a feeling that she will not going to like wherever the direction of their conversation was headed to.