10. A really deep ‘demon’ voice that says unintelligible words like ‘nachlichin’ and shit.
“I hear several: a really deep ‘demon’ voice that says unintelligible words like ‘nachlichin’ and shit. I also hear my mom yelling my name, not like in despair but like aggressively. I also hear a robotic voice saying random shit.”
11. There’s long been one voice I hear which calls me names and insults me and often prompts me to be violent.
“There’s long been one voice I hear which calls me names and insults me and often prompts me to be violent. That’s mellowed as I got older. Now I hear my children cry and call me. A lot of sudden and random noises. This gets much worse when I haven’t slept a decent amount.
Though I fit most of the criteria for schiz. I’ve never taken meds for it. It’s a lot less intense for me than it is for most people and far less intrusive. I can usually tell the hallucinations from reality, but the babies crying thing really freaks me out because I have two six-month-old kids and I’m still very anxious about being a father.”
12. They’ll tell me to kill everything and everyone.
“Four voices. Three male, one young female.
The female voice howls, screams, and cries when I’m in public places. She whispers that people hate me and want me dead. She encourages delusions of persecution, paranoia, and violent acts.
One of the male voices is the complete opposite. He encourages me, tells me how much smarter I am than everyone. He encourages delusions of grandeur, power, superiority.
The other two voices are wild and unpredictable. They’ll tell me to kill everything and everyone. Then they’ll switch and lull me with lies about how in control I am, how I don’t need medication and that its poison. My therapists are trying to wipe my brain and make me into a blank slate.
I’ve had auditory hallucinations since childhood. It took years to be diagnosed correctly. I had doctors say I was faking for attention because little kids aren’t schizophrenic.
I’ve been in just about every antipsychotic medication available. I’ve been institutionalized. I was pulled out of high school and put into an alternative school.
I hate the medication but I need it. I want to live like everyone else but I can’t. People don’t hang around once they find out I’m ill. I’m jealous of normal people and at times I feel luckier than them. I’m never alone. They’ll always be with me.”