Pooh Characters Psychological Disorders Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Ruhani ma asked the doctor," What's wrong with my son? Why he isn't recognising me?" " Your son was having a psychological problem from the very first. He was a patient of bipolar disorder. I have seen his previous medical reports. Recently, due to tremendous mental pressure, he is now suffering from temporary memory loss disorder. I just hope he doesn't become a schizophrenic patient," the doctor said with his professional tone. (A/N- The medical things described here are completely imaginary. Kindly don't compare it with real life. I am writing it out of my imagination. As it's a fictional story so everything is possible here.)

Mark hit the steering wheel pressed the gas pedal and drove his car through the slippery road because it had been soaked in rain for a moment. Whether because of his hatred or his obsession with destroying Rachel, Mark had a disturbed metal he was easily angered and sometimes didn't realize he was being cruel. Mark also has to take medication from a psychiatrist to control his emotions. The psychiatrist said that he suffers from Antisocial personality disorder, did his father know that? Of course not. Mark held himself back for almost years even tying himself up and Mark's second habit was sleeping in the bathtub. "Mark." Mark began to hallucinate again he felt that there was a teenager next

I sit on the couch and he sits beside me then shows me a contract on the coffee table. "I'll show you the contract but I need to tell you something before you decide anything," he says as he leans back against the couch. "Okay Master," I say and wait for him to start talking. "I'm only allowed to take you as my sub if I'm honest about myself. You can say no if you don't want me to be your Master when I've told you. I'm diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder. Which means I don't feel empathy or remorse for anyone. I see myself as the most important person in my life which is why Marcus doesn't think I can be a good Master," he says carefully. I frown as his words register.

A moment passed between us in silence before Devin spoke. "He was diagnosed with a mild case of Paranoid personality disorder when he was a child, according to his doctors back then, Emotional and physical abuse during his childhood contributed to the development of the disorder especially after the death of his mother, it's been years since he has had an attack, but these days, he seemed to be getting them quite often." I knew that he wasn't intentionally blaming me but I still couldn't control the flood of guilt that clogged my throat. It seemed I was the only person who had hurt and betrayed him times without number.

Unlike a few minutes ago, Satan sounded as if he did not care and sat on the couch with his legs crossed. "So you can harm me on behalf of other men too?" Brianna saw the changes and knew he was again going through his personality disorder. She was sure whenever he was enraged- his illness would kick up. "If you are so eager, I can show you what more harm I can do. You just lost a small dot. That thing hadn't grown much. Why are you mourning for my seed? I can plant more than one." Satan seemed nonchalant. His current behaviour was the contrast between his crying and promising self.

The room that I was in does not have its own comfort room so I had to use the common in the kitchen. Just when I was about to turn off the light, my attention was caught by the notebook that Rose used to write things about me. In the back of my head, I really don’t want to look at what’s inside as it is not good to know how she evaluated me. But curiosity got the better of me. I convinced myself that what I am doing is just to see if Rose is really capable to help me. I picked up the notebook and turned the first page – ‘Subject # 12 – Shaun East – Possible multi-personality > likely – possible bipolar > likely – possible Hypersexual Disorder> very likely – possible borderline personality di

Slow and all-consuming. He heard the sound of a rather powerful beam go off, so powerful he could feel the light against his skin. A static noise scratched its way to the surface, followed by the same, stoic voice. "Patient 134340, do you remember your name?" "I am not a patient!" "Your name, please," he unwaveringly spoke, etched with oozing authority. "K-Kim Uriel, why am I-" "Kim Uriel, you are diagnosed with schizophrenia, based on severe levels of psychosis, and-"

She was with me because I could make her cum faster than he could. Stifling my laugh, I looked over at Claire. Her nose was deep within another book, glasses on the edge of her nose. She had taken up reading psychology books for the fun of it. In all her years of being alive, she could have graduated from university several times over, but according to her she just wanted to gain knowledge for the fun of it. Sometimes she would test her latest theories on me. Diagnosis ranged from post traumatic stress disorder all the way over to borderline personality disorder. Claire could never fully come up with a viable diagnosis and it amused me to no end. She had tried to pin down Sonja's problems as

The woman smiled shaking her head. “Not bad. His condition is worst. He has just not one mental instability but many. He’s highly insecure, he has PTSD, and he’s scared of revealing the traumatic childhood he has lived because he thinks it will make him less perfectionist. And not only that there is something I have noticed.” Hazel looked at the woman who seemed extremely concerned. “You told me that he’s obsessed with you right?” Hazel nodded her head.

No more spicy food too. In those five years, Ryu had suffered from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Anxiety, Depression, and Restrictive Food Intake Disorder. Tobio had tried his best to get help for Ryu, but Ryu never cooperated. As they say, you can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped.