Delusional Companion Syndrome Novels & Stories

As he read the text beneath the title, he suppressed a smile. ‘Client X presents with symptoms and behaviors that are consistent with a DSM-5 diagnosis of Major Depressive Disorder, Multiple Episodes, Mild (296.21), with Anxious Distress. He exhibits a personality disorder characterized by deceitfulness, manipulation, grandiosity, lack of empathy or guilt, and often aggressive or violent behavior, considered a subset of antisocial personality disorder. Individuals should exercise caution when around the subject. /……………………………………………………………../

The heat of him crept through my sleeve, and his scent- warm, clean, like cedar and soap and something I couldn't name- pulled me into a spiral. "You sure," he murmured, "you don't like this?" My breath caught. I didn't look at him- I couldn't. My scarf shielded most of my face, but I knew my eyes had already betrayed me. Wide. Glued to the desk. Frozen. He shifted just a little closer, and I could feel the heat of his mouth behind the fabric that guarded my disfigurement. "Maybe..." he said, his voice lower now, almost velvet, almost wicked, "maybe you like the way I make you nervous."

She was highly experienced and her patients had a good recovery rate. “I have a patient, he seems a bit... delusional. He constantly refers to G****e for his medical needs and takes random drugs based on G****e's suggestions. He even admitted to killing his girlfriend. He thinks he’s going to die. He is sure he has a carcinogenic tumor in his kidney.” She said.

This breakdown was categorized by how well the symptom reacted to drug therapy. —Positive Symptoms: Delusions (Erroneous ideas or beliefs that seem absolutely reasonable despite being contradicted by reality) Hallucinations (seeing, feeling, hearing, or smelling what isn’t there), Thought Disorders (confusion, inability to speak correctly), Hearing Voices, and psychomotor difficulties (clumsiness, repetitive actions, extended periods of rigid motionless). Negative Symptoms: Apathy, Isolation, and withdrawal from social interaction, Inability to enjoy or find pleasure with life. Cognitive Symptoms are difficulties in attention, memory, ability to plan or organize to complete a goal.—

His hands were strapped, not because he was violent, but because someone feared what he might do if he wasn’t. “Presenting complaint?” I asked. “Acute derealization,” Coleman said. “Episodes of intense disconnection, identity confusion, and what his clinicians call ‘externally driven decision streams.’ That phrase appears in any of your documentation, Ms. Kane?” “Don’t call me that,” I said automatically. Coleman didn’t bother to apologize. “His records show participation in a ‘voluntary cognitive optimization protocol,’” she continued. “Run by a private lab with overseas funding. They used the label A2 in their internal notes.”

Rage boiled up inside me, sudden and hot. “You think I did this?” I shoved up the hem of my skirt, exposing the handprint on my thigh. “Explain this, then. Did I grab myself hard enough to leave that?” Dr. Halverson leaned back, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Stress-induced delusions can manifest physically—” “This is not a delusion!” I shouted, my voice cracking. “Something is happening to me! Someone—” My breath hitched. “Cassian.”

He said and then turned and returned back to Emma who was still looking at us with confusion. He pulled out his penlight, moving closer to check Emma's pupils. After checking her, "I think it's because she just came out of an extended coma. There can be some confusion, disorientation, sometimes even mild hallucinations or delusions." "Delusions?" Emma repeated, and I could see her starting to look more confused. "Yes. But it's perfectly normal.” He turned to me. “It's her body.” “What's wrong with her body?” “ It seems her cells and brain are not ready to accept reality. That is why no matter how obvious everything is, she still can't differentiate between reality and…” he took a heavy breat

Was she that too intimidated by me to stammer like that throughout the conversation or she’s just really sick? “Cerebrovascular accident, with or without aphasia, head trauma, Ischemic attacks, degenerate diseases, drug-related causes, Guillain-Barré Syndrome, AIDS—” she cut me off. “D-drugs? AIDS? Guillain—what? W-what are you t-talking about?” I glanced at her for awhile. “It’s the injuries and diseases you possibly have or experienced because I’m actually starting to think that you’re suffering from Neurogenic stuttering,” I explained.

“I am being cared for at Mountainview Psychiatric Facility.” “I am being cared for at Mountainview Psychiatric Facility…” “I suffer from schizophrenic hallucinations and delusions, and have spent the past four years in a fantasy created in my own mind.” “I suffer from schizophrenic hallucinations and delusions, and have spent the past four years in a fantasy created in my own mind…” “Werewolves are not real.”

he adjusted his position on the chair. “One identity might handle situations that feel unsafe, while another might take charge during times of stress. This disorder is quite complex because it goes beyond feeling sad or losing interest in things. It includes having gaps in memory, feeling like different parts of their personality take turns being in control, and sometimes not recognizing certain memories as their own,” he explained further and I gripped my hair, looking down at my feet with my blurred gaze. ‘What. In. The. Fvcking. Hell. Is. THIS?’ I roared in my head, the animosity I feel towards Dagnus soared by this load of information.