Hysteria Novels & Stories

A physician came and said to me, ‘Why did you resist do ‘I was not in dothe,’ I said, ‘I was in a sonic field. ‘Your symptoms were those of a person who has resisted the relaxation phase of a dothe.’ He was a domineering old physician, and made me admit at last that I might have used dothe-strength to counter the paralysis while I rowed, not clearly knowing that I did so; then this morning, during the thangen phase when one must keep still, I had got up and walked and so near killed myself. When all that was settled to his satisfaction he told me I could leave in a day or two, and went to the next bed. Behind him came the Inspector. Behind every man in Orgoreyn comes the Inspe

She started to question me and I started to fight with her. But I felt very guilty when my father in law and mother in law died. It was just me, Nilesh and Avni then in the home and I started to search online to make some excuse for my behavior. That is when I came across the baby blues and the term HSDD (Hypoactive Sexual Desire Disorder). I learnt more of it through the internet and started faking the symptoms. As expected, he took me to the psychiatrist and I made her believe that I have HSDD.

But to her decimal display she found the red finger marks holding her to a frightening shock. As she looked through the mirror a devilish laughter of a woman with canines out, completely black with hairs waving on all sides appeared. The rocking chair which was stationary earlier started moving now. Amara was almost into a panic attack. It wasn't her hallucination. She indeed experienced his torture and the woman in the mirror....she at once disappears.

Her brain refused to cooperate with her, and worse, she couldn’t stop the hysteria. Julian was relieved to see her cry, to see her back from the shock. Crying was normal in this case. Shutting out her emotions would have damaged her further. He knelt beside her and took her in his arms, holding her tightly as Sia thrashed around, repeating “no” over and over again. “Sia!” he called several times. He tried to stop her, to control her hysteria, but Sia wasn’t listening. She was now scratching him, drawing blood, but he was more worried about her hurting herself. “Sia!”

He refused to let Hera dissolve into that kind of state. Hallucinations, body aches, irritation, crying for little things, and moodiness are all a part of the effects of the drug. That is why he doesn't want to leave Hera alone for even a minute. If he notices that her condition is deteriorating, he can do anything to help her instead of letting her become depressed and suffer alone.

Of all the days she was supposed to be a badass vixen, she choose to be rational. I rolled my eyes at her skepticism, but I feel my insides quivering in fear. My stomach twists until I felt like throwing up. My temperature skyrocket, until I'm sweating buckets. I can't believe I'll get sick over something as simple as sex. Who am I kidding? Like there's anything simple about it. I don't think I'm the only one going through this tension, am I? What would I get diagnosed with if I had a faint and the doctor had to be called again? I shuddered.

“She…transformed. Her level of strength—it’s hard to explain. My husband tried to stop her, and she threw him across the room. She threw me across the room, too. And her speed: we chased after her, and couldn’t catch her. It was no normal ‘running out of the house.’ Something happened to her. Something physical.” The doctor sighed. “I realize this must have been very scary for you,” he said, “as it would be for any parent. But I can assure you again that there is nothing wrong with her. We encounter episodes like this from time to time, especially amongst teenagers. In fact, there is an age-old diagnosis for it: Conversion Syndrome. Formerly known as ‘hysteria

I don’t cuss, ever. “ this whole attitude of yours is giving me whiplash. I have to deal with pregnancy hormones and stress, work stress and still deal with your bullshit? Give me a break. You touch me and then call me desperate, leave me hanging and deny me a release. And what is that you said about this being my home? You wouldn’t dare disrespect me by bringing another woman into a home you consider ours. Did you ever stop to think about that? You think the world revolves around you and every other person is insignificant? Well, news flash! You’re not all that. Don’t get carried away by all the hype you get online that you forget what it means to be human.” Tears of frustration burn my eye

i asked, my mind not as calm as i sounded, the doctor seemed equally as shocked as i was when he found out that i had absolutely no idea about her medical condition. The doctor's smile faltered, replaced by a concerned frown. "I understand you might not be aware of all of Amelia's health issues, considering the nature of your work," he began, choosing his words carefully. "She seems to have a condition called vasovagal syncope” I stared at him blankly. "What is that?" "It's a form of fainting caused by a sudden drop in heart rate or blood pressure. It's often triggered by emotional stress, sight of blood, pain, or, in her case, exhaustion," he explained.

I am shook to my complete core, spiraling into a full sensory nightmare, losing-it in the most hysterical and undignified way possible for a woman sitting in a Manhattan parlour on a Saturday afternoon. Caspian is laughing. Properly, shoulders-shaking laughing, because he has always known. My arachnophobia is not a quirk. It is a complete and non-negotiable personality feature. I am the kind of person who will go fully feral and screaming at the sight of a single spider, chaotic and unwell and freaked out of all proportion, pressed against the furthest wall, clapped with wild terror before anyone can even confirm the creature is real. Hysterical. Cooked. Unhinged before it takes a second ste