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Incidentally, here are some of the symptoms of a brain tumor: headaches, vomiting, intracranial pressure, epileptic seizures, papilledema, cognitive and behavioral impairment, personality changes, hemiparesis, hypesthesia, aphasia, ataxia, visual field impairment, facial paralysis, phantom odors and tastes, double vision, tremor, somnolence, and coma. These symptoms are not unique to brain tumors, but the big red flag appears to be sudden epileptic seizures in a person with no history of epilepsy. Early stage tumors are usually asymptomatic.
Funny, I don’t see blackouts, fainting spells, or even hallucinations on that list. Kind of a surprise, really.
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I’m glad someone finally got around to answering my question.
meenie’s experience of having a ghost friend for 8 years is odd, sure, but I can think of other things it could be besides psychosis. However, the post she made in 2004 about all the ghosts she has seen over the years really made my hair stand on end, because that, to me, says total altered perception of reality.
But still – still – she is apparently completely functional otherwise and this has been going on for years. I keep tripping over that. How has she made it 8 years since her first psychotic break without diagnosis or treatment?
When my uncle first REALLY lost his shit, he was 19 years old, and it was immediately apparent that something was completely wrong. He was noticeably odd before his first break, but he was passable for normal. When he broke, he stopped eating because he believed people were trying to poison his food, and then he nearly hacked to death in a room where he saw a fire and no fire existed. And then he actually according to my mother put a tinfoil hat on his head to block the microwave beams aliens were raining down from space and ran outside screaming at them. He didn’t care who the fuck was around, he certainly didn’t try to conceal his illness from anyone out of fear of how they would react because he didn’t believe he was crazy.
It was a total nightmare for him, and for all family members involved, and it has continued to be a total fucking nightmare for the entire 47 years of his life. In fact, it just gets worse. The only respite we have as his family members is the knowledge that no matter what we do, we will never be the most fucked up person in the family (I assure you, it’s no easy feat.) And you (general you) can come back and tell me what an insensitive asshole I am for having a sense of humor about mental illness after you experience the honor of trying to explain to a severely mentally disturbed individual, who you love and have always loved, that his 30 year old little brother is dead. I can promise you that whatever reaction you’re expecting in the midst of your blackest grief, it’s not the one you get. The reaction you get is the one that hurts the most, I promise. Ha, ha.
Where is anything like this happening in meenie’s story?