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Sweetleaf
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Yeah I am very well aware, but I am not worried about that happening for me, honestly. Nor is my pdoc - who said to me that some people with bipolar get psychotic when depressed, the first appointment after my mania ended. But also that the most important thing was to just get enough sleep - in regards to preventing psychosis. Which of course, while manic, requires anti-psychotics. Hahahaha.n bipolar, psychosis can happen during depression too.
Also remember - I was subjected to things that would make anyone go psychotic, when I did go psychotic. Torture, not being allowed to sleep - that triggered mania, and the not-being-allowed-to-sleep would have made anybody psychotic. Bipolar or not. Even now that I'm diagnosed Bipolar I, my pdoc still says anyone would have gone psychotic in those conditions. The bipolar mania just made it worse after it was over, let the sleep deprivation continue, and the psychosis worsened - and the fresh trauma certainly didn't help either.
I've also been suicidally depressed in the past - without any psychosis.
I'm not saying it's impossible - I am just saying, I am not worried about it presently.
(which you did, when you went to see a doc when you were psychotic)
I noticed the psychosis during the torture - told my torturer/abuser/ex-from-hell, and he thought it was cool. He was like "oh nice! That's just like the guy I was friends with in the psych ward!" - the guy who had slit his own throat and set himself on fire.
However when I did actually go to the hospital (because my old T, while shitty, still wasn't stupid enough to miss someone who was EXTREMELY psychotic right in front of her - and she called the hospital and had my mom drive me there), it was only on the drive there that I had insight into me being still psychotic - once I arrived at the hospital, the insight was gone.
So while I did want to see a doc during the psychosis, at multiple points - when I did actually get to a doc, I was goooone. No insight, at that specific time. In fact that was the most intense part of the psychosis - in the hospital, prior to falling asleep in there, and waking up connected to reality again. That was where the hallucinations and everything was the most intense.
Side note: My (abusive) mom REALLY didn't help - I was begging to go to the hospital, the day before I wound up in the hospital. She didn't want to take me there, I said I was going to drive myself there if she didn't, she wouldn't allow it, made me stay in my bed - not that I should have drove then but.... any mother who actually gave a f*ck would have done something. She made my psychosis worse by not letting me go f*cking treat it! Ugh! f*cking stupid bitch.
Instead of concern for her offspring having some serious and -obvious- mental trouble, she was just angry because it was an inconvenience to her, and annoying. She didn't give a f*ck about how I was feeling. She just yelled at me for being weird or whatever the f*ck - for acting like a psychotic person. As if that would make it go away. To her, yelling is the solution to all problems that exist. That and hitting, if the person is both weaker than her, and her child.
How the f*ck can you look at a psychotic person, who is also manic as all f*ck, and not go "Hmmmmm maybe I should listen to them when they say they want to go to the hospital instead of making them lay there all night"??? - that was the night where I -completely- lost it, totally and utterly lost connection with reality. That night, being forced to not go to the hospital - when I knew that I needed to go before things got worse.
Another fun story from my psychosis - I went to get my restraining order, the day after I freed myself from that horrible situation - on the drive back, I don't even remember or know why, but she kept yelling at me, I think because I was begging her to not talk about what just happened, and, because she's so self-absorbed, she could not shut up about it - because that's what -she- wanted to talk about. My feelings didn't matter. She yelled, and yelled, I begged her to stop, and she wouldn't - so I left the car while it was still moving. She started slowing down when she realized I was serious about leaving the car. When I got out, I'm lucky it was very icy - because I slid foreward on my feet for a bit, due to the continued foreward momentum (no idea how I didn't fall), and my mom just drove off and I walked the rest of the way home. While psychotic. And very cold, underdressed for the weather.
Then she yelled at me more when I got home.
f*cking crazy bitch.