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My roommate is psychotic
10 years ago
That's not a joke, or a turn of phrase, or an exaggeration. As of this afternoon he has been officially diagnosed with mental psychosis.
I haven't mentioned my roommate much on here --mostly cause he isn't a furry and his life generally isn't anybody else's business-- but he has quietly been a major positive influence on my life for the past eight months or so. I would go so far as to call him the first friend I've had for a long time (in this country at least), and we've opened up to each other in fairly major, personal ways. I wish we could have met when we were younger, and I happen to know that the feeling is mutual.
There are several reasons for my absence these past few months, but the biggest by far is that I've been doing my best to help him cope with his mental issues. This goes back all the way to September when I helped him sober up from a then-growing alcohol problem. Things were relatively stable, as we went through the process of getting him a therapist, a GP, and a renewed prescription for his anti-depressants, but last month things took a bleak turn. His memory started to seriously deteriorate, and not just in a comically forgetful way; no, we are talking full-on "I don't know what day it is, whether we had classes today or when I last ate" amnesia. His sleep schedule is utterly destroyed, and he barely has any energy. That was enough to get us worried and schedule an appointment with his therapist.
And then he showed me his arm.
He's been cutting himself. And there are signs that he has been contemplating suicide.
I don't know if 'love' is the right word to describe how I feel about my roommate, but definitely I care about him very deeply. So I've spent a lot of time with him ever since that moment: watching movies, playing games, or even just talking (we're the kinda duo for whom a 3-hour talk passes by in the blink of an eye). I've also given him space whenever he needed it, but he's even more frightened by all this than I am, so generally he's been with either myself or his girlfriend.
Today was his examination in the hospital, and there is definitely cause for concern. If I'm being optimistic then I can say that we found out about this on time before he did something he couldn't undo. But we are nowhere near done, and we've only just scratched the surface of his treatment.
I'm hoping to properly return to this place sooner rather than later, but for now I ask for your patience and understanding: this has been a very trying time for everyone here, particularly him. Right now we are hopeful but trepidatious, and there is no telling yet where things will go from here. We're keeping our fingers crossed.
See you all soon, hopefully with happier news.
- Seskra
I haven't mentioned my roommate much on here --mostly cause he isn't a furry and his life generally isn't anybody else's business-- but he has quietly been a major positive influence on my life for the past eight months or so. I would go so far as to call him the first friend I've had for a long time (in this country at least), and we've opened up to each other in fairly major, personal ways. I wish we could have met when we were younger, and I happen to know that the feeling is mutual.
There are several reasons for my absence these past few months, but the biggest by far is that I've been doing my best to help him cope with his mental issues. This goes back all the way to September when I helped him sober up from a then-growing alcohol problem. Things were relatively stable, as we went through the process of getting him a therapist, a GP, and a renewed prescription for his anti-depressants, but last month things took a bleak turn. His memory started to seriously deteriorate, and not just in a comically forgetful way; no, we are talking full-on "I don't know what day it is, whether we had classes today or when I last ate" amnesia. His sleep schedule is utterly destroyed, and he barely has any energy. That was enough to get us worried and schedule an appointment with his therapist.
And then he showed me his arm.
He's been cutting himself. And there are signs that he has been contemplating suicide.
I don't know if 'love' is the right word to describe how I feel about my roommate, but definitely I care about him very deeply. So I've spent a lot of time with him ever since that moment: watching movies, playing games, or even just talking (we're the kinda duo for whom a 3-hour talk passes by in the blink of an eye). I've also given him space whenever he needed it, but he's even more frightened by all this than I am, so generally he's been with either myself or his girlfriend.
Today was his examination in the hospital, and there is definitely cause for concern. If I'm being optimistic then I can say that we found out about this on time before he did something he couldn't undo. But we are nowhere near done, and we've only just scratched the surface of his treatment.
I'm hoping to properly return to this place sooner rather than later, but for now I ask for your patience and understanding: this has been a very trying time for everyone here, particularly him. Right now we are hopeful but trepidatious, and there is no telling yet where things will go from here. We're keeping our fingers crossed.
See you all soon, hopefully with happier news.
- Seskra
I have some tips and tricks that help me. hot showers before bed. lots of water. stuffed animals. layered clothing. hats and shades. lots of sugar. lots of brightly coloured fruit (especially tropical fruits). and relaxing, distracting music.