So, Whoads is officially freaked the **** out.Follow

Ok, so, I'm seriously scared for my life. Why, well, my friend has completely gone off the deepend.


Backstory: My friend, Jereme, has been depressed for the past 7 years, and he found out, a few weeks ago, that the cause for his depression (might be) is his aunt. So, he was kinda in a euphoric stage for a few days, and it was nice.


Fast foward to a week ago or so, he wanted to be a pastor, which was ok I guess. Now, fast foward to this morning, 1:30 AM. He was found running around his neighbors' yards with a wooden katana yelling that he was a ninja. When he got home, his mom was awake, and he told her that he was the messiah (Now, he was tripping on tussin, but still, freaked me the **** out).


So, Tonight, I had this night observation at college, and after I left, I was going to go over his house to make sure he was ok, and to pick up my ps2 memory card. When I get there, hes up in his room, and he shows me this girl's profile. This girl lives in japan and plays FFXI with him. BUT, the funny thing is, and heres the kicker, she says she is the angel of light. Now, this girl is also heavy into drugs, as her display name is a synonym for weed. So, he was reading her profile, and its all in a code and poem and ****, so I was reading it, and nothing was clicking (I was sick for the better part of today). So like, he believes now that he is the angel of death, and she is the eve to his adam. And that they are going to bring new life to the world. So now, Im seriously shaking, freaked out. And then he tells me that Im one of his deciples, and that my other friend, Ryan, is too, and is already seen clarity. So, Im like "ok, gotta go get supper now, bye". So, I pretty much gun it out the door. I get my McDonalds, and fly home.


So, I get in the door and run to my little brother, and tell him to stop talking to Jereme (but, of course, he doesn't). I also find out that he's been talking to Ryan, and another kid, Andy. As time goes on, the four of us (My brother, Ryan, Andy, and I), are getting scared and freaked out. Apparently, God told Jereme to kill us, but Jereme didn't, and passed a test. So, now, we all think he's going to kill us. My parents aren't home this week, they're down in Aruba on their 25th anniversary. My Noni, a frail, 83 year old Italian lady, is staying with us to make sure that we don't throw any parties.


Now, what do I think of all of this? Back when he "figured out" the cause of his depression, he had a major panic attack. After that, is when things went downhill. I'm thinking then, his brain had the imbalance of chemicals, and has gotten worse.


So, uh. I need Anna. Stat. And a bodygaurd would be nice too.

Give him a savage beating.

Kill him first.

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.......I don't wanna die....



but I now have a sudden urge to watch "The Rocky Horror Picture Show".

Set up your entire house with complex laser slicing traps, like in that Resident Evil movie. With the computer.

Wow.

Just wow. I'd wear a chastity belt, all the time. Seriously.

I'd say kidnap him and submit him to a high facility insane asylum so that he can't hurt anyone. That little japanese girl you wouldn't have to worry about unless your friend told her his address, if so warn the police. Or just hack into your friend's account and tell that girl that you don't want to talk to her or see her ever (pretending that you are your friend, of course). Yeah she would be pissed, but girls can handle basically anything. Besides you said that she was on heavy drugs, so she'll probably just do more to drown out the pain. Probably OD, but you don't know the girl personally, so it's not like you'd feel bad about it (I know that I wouldn't). Hope you stay safe. And as Codyy said, keep your doors and windows locked.

Yeeeah.... back on topic.

Have you considered talking to his mother about this? He may be exhibiting the first symptoms of a schizoid disorder, which can potentially be treated but the earlier the better, yes? Before he medicates himself any further, preferably.

Of course the possibility exists that he IS the angel of darkness, in which case I'm not sure letting him OD on cough syrup is the worst idea ever.

Barking Turtle, though I normally rate you up for being one awesome son of a bitch, you deserved this one 1000 times over.

Dear Whoads,

I'm not in any way a medical professional. I do have family members with Bi-polar disorder (Which used to be called Manic-depression in Australia). I mention this because his behaviour sounds like "grandiosity" which is something that can happen at the extreme end of a "hypermanic" episode.

There's other things it could be, but I'll tell you about this because it's what I know about. Also I don't know in this case what part the drugs played in it all. The hypermanic stuff could have happened to him from a combination of his genes and environmental stresses, without him ever using drugs. The hypermanic episode might have happened only because he used the drugs, and his genes and environment have nothing to do with it. Or it might be that the drugs triggered a psychotic episode in him because his genes and environmental background made him vulnerable to one.

I went looking for a good link for you to explain bi-polar to you, especially "grandiosity" but I couldn't find one in a timely fashion.

I guess you could sum up mania as a period of a highly overactive brain, overactive thoughts, overactive nervous system, and overactive emotions. A manic-depressive person can really enjoy a mania, and not want to let it go, because it can be so nice after a period of depression. It can provide them with loads of energy and possibly fun, in which they get a lot done. A lot of people are manic-depressive without other people being aware of it, they just admire them for being really high achievers.

Hypermanic people can be irritable, and inclined to snap at other people in an over-the-top way.

Hypermania can involve manic behaviour like rapid and lengthy speech. (eg, a biploar relative of mine came to a party and literally talked for 6 hours straight in a monologue, not letting anyone reply to anything they said. This relative knew her tongue had run away with her, but still could not shut herself up for even a minute.) They might seem like a real party person with a big laugh, when they are manic.

Hypermania can involve high energy yet high stress activity, where the person can't sit still and relax, but have to just keep going, all the time. It can involve impulsive behaviour, where the person can't stop themselves from indulging an addictive behaviour or fetish in an over-the-top way. Depending on the person it could be gambling, alcahol, some particular form of shopping, artwork, cleaning, whatever.

The manic person can get big ideas, that seem extreme or unrealistic to other people, and they get upset when other people challenge the realistic nature of their plans. For instance a manic person with no programming skills or experience might decide to write a MMORPG to be published next year, and seriously spend the whole year trying, and then plunge into great depression when it doesn't happen.

There's kind of a cross-over sometimes between manic-depression and schizophrenia, with a manic person maybe prey to little hallucinations or delusions. A relative of mine sometimes sees things asw coloured purple, when it turns out they aren't purple, and never have been. They are also plagued by a little worry that gravity might turn off one day at any moment, so they have to hang on tightly to all their belongings when they are out of doors, because if gravity goes it might float away and be unretreivable.

When it comes to grandiosity, well, that's a bigger delusion, but a kind of much more organised and consistent delusion than others.

Personal grandiosity happens at the extreme end of hypermania. The manic person decides in their own head that they are a very important person. It could be in any field, like in art, in pop-culture, in politics or in religion. When I was at uni, there was a woman who went around and seriously told everyone for years that she was the goddess Isis incarnated on Earth. Other manic-depressives make up royal titles, and live out their fantasy/delusion as fully as their money lets them.

A different relative of mine to the one I've been talking about so far, a male in this case, decided he was a trancendental being who was going to repopulate the Earth with a race of immortals. He insisted on being called "Your Grace", even when he wound up in court. He went around like this for ages, I don't know how long, because everyone else in the family wound up taking intervention orders against him, moving and gettting enroled "silently" to get away from him. But he was a very bad case, who was violent to other people. In his case there was a cycle of violence handed down in his family.

He was a pretty normal person until he started doing a HEAP of drugs in the 70's. After that he went violent and he had his grandiose delusion, which he hadn't had before. There's nothing to say your friend isnt' going to calm down and lead a fairly normal life, as long as he gets treatment. The Isis woman was perfectly harmless, just a bit odd to talk to sometimes.

I found one link to a DSMV IV description of bipolar, which is what mental health practitioner's use to diagnose bipolar. It may be a TINY bit useful for you to measure his past behaviour against, but it's completely useless when it comes to describing grandiosity, because it doesn't go into what grandiosity means.

http://bipolarworld.net/Bipolar%20Disorder/Diagnosis/dsmv.htm

Edited, Oct 23rd 2007 3:51am by Aripyanfar

Edited, Oct 23rd 2007 4:07am by Aripyanfar

Hey Whoads. I *am* the Angel of Death, so I can say with authority that your friend if faking it. Yes, he may be cuckoo but at least he's not supernatural.

Oh yeah, and if you're looking for a body guard, you might look up Steven Segal. I don't think he's very busy lately and Aikido is full of win.

You are curious about trying human fetus soup, aren't you?


I'll try all I can, but I don't think even the spiders will save you. Crystaline spiders, transparent, moderately shot through with translucent white flaws, with extravagant upward-thrusting spikes on each leg joint. They tinkle and tick slightly as they move, and make prismatic rainbows from the light I shed continually upon them. The prisms flare off into other dimensions, and radiate subtly into your brain as their delicate, microscopic leg tips probe deeply into your neural tissues.

They delicately snip and sever, and suture new pathways with miniscule spider silk. Occasionally your eyes roll in your head as the pregnancy proceeds, and at one point you weep tears of blood, streaking down your face and soaking your clothes. Sorry about that.

I take a picture of the moment, and I title it "Repentance". It's an iconic image, but it's existence is completely ironic, since you feel no such thing. Your victims and enemies are not comforted by the image either. The spiders will have to stay for the while.



Edited, Oct 23rd 2007 5:26am by Aripyanfar

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