Hysteria Novels & Stories

Arianna stated, trying to convince herself that what she was saying was the truth. She had great reason to believe she was not pregnant because her hymen was still pregnant and as a doctor, she had medical knowledge that phantom pregnancy could be quite deceiving but something within was still creating fear in her, she could still clearly remember waking up on Cassuis's bed and having no memory of what had happened that night worsened her fear all the more.

And there’s someone else—the psychiatrist I contacted at Hazel’s request. I kneel down in front of Hazel, take her hand and kiss it. “How are you feeling?” But she doesn’t respond, let alone glance at me. It breaks my heart to see the strong, vibrant woman I’ve fallen in love with is now only a shadow of herself. But I won’t let her be like this for long. I turn to the psychiatrist, and ask, “How is she?” “Ms. Montgomery is suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder, or PTSD. It's a mental health condition triggered by a terrifying event, either experiencing it or witnessing it.”

She turned to them as she said "Cade is not just suffering from PTSD alone, he's also suffering from HPPD" "HPPD stands for Hallucinogen Persisting Perception Disorder and it's caused by intake of drugs such as Ecstasy and LSD. This disorder causes flashbacks to painful and stressful situations. Some of the symptoms includes Intensified Colours, which means that colours become brighter and more vivid."

I help her as much as I can but we both know the only thing that will help her long term is repeated ties with her mate. The chemicals released from the fated mate during the tie have healing properties that are not well understood by medical professionals. Legend has it that Diana saw the harm that was caused by males becoming overly lustful during the female’s heat cycle. As a result, she attempted to close off access to those females by creating muscle spasms so intense the male could not penetrate her. Unfortunately this has backfired in half the women who are raped during their heat cycle. Although I can’t remember the name of it, I know this syndrome or disorder happens only to those w

Now she knew that Shehryaar was up to something. "What was it again?" He inquired in a calm tone, his eyes fixed on the door. Her breath hitched in her throat but she answered nonetheless. "P-post traumatic S-stress disorder." She replied in a broken voice. What does my disorder have anything to do with anything? Her confusion was beginning to irritate her. She was getting nervous and not in a good way. "And it caused you to become sexually traumatic, correct?" His voice was too calm for Anissa's liking.

It made no sense. Halfway through the night, Serena stormed back in. The motorcycle tore across the courtyard like a wild beast, crashing the gates open with a deafening bang. Lila jolted upright in terror. I rushed to pat her back, murmuring to soothe her. She was hypersensitive to sound, I realized, and the pieces clicked uneasily in my mind. I searched online. Patients with anxiety disorders often reacted just like this—startled by noise, easily frightened, and haunted by memories.

I squeaked, my voice somehow going so unnaturally high that I wanted to die. I had to repair this. FAST. I cleared my throat, approximating dropping my voice. "But, uh, Jacob, listen. I— I have a condition." His eyes widened. "A…condition?" "Yes!" I nodded vigorously. "It's called…uh…Hormonal Imbalance Syndrome!" Silence. Jacob blinked. "…Hormonal what?" Oh God. What was I saying?! I panicked. "It's a very rare disorder! It—it affects my, um…hormones! Sometimes they just—" I waved my hands around wildly. "—fluctuate!"

***Hyacinth*** My heart was a storm, each beat a thunderclap of dread. Every time my eyes caught a glimpse of a bouquet of flowers, my pulse quickened, and a cold sweat broke out on my skin. The world felt like it was closing in, my thoughts a tangled mess. My stomach churned, and my mind was a whirlwind of fear and confusion. I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t breathe. My body trembled uncontrollably, as if the ground beneath me was shaking.

He nodded. "There's a few reasons why I get all... crazy... when I see what Dexter is working with," she said. "There's not really any comfortable way to lead into this conversation, so I'll just dive right in and spare everyone the nervous tension." She took a drink of her wine, and Jessie followed suit, smiling comfortingly. "I've got a condition that people liken to nymphomania. I mean, you'd think that the doctors could actually classify it as such, but Nymphomania isn't actually a classifiable mental condition, meaning it hasn't been recognized."

he stuttered like a broken record, his brain refusing to process anything. Hilary let out a harsh, hysterical scream of laughter as she stared at him like a fool speaking before muttering with hatred, “You are hallucinating and you have completely gone insane!” she shrieked, pointing an angry finger at him, “You are spending your time going crazy, still hopelessly in love with your dead ex-wife, while we are losing everything! Do you hear how mad you sound?!” She began pacing now, her frustration heightening over into restless movement.