u/MonstrousSinge13

For some background info, I (17F) am diagnosed with something called SDDPF, Severe Depression Disorder with Psychotic Features (or just psychotic depression). One of the symptoms is it being very hard to feel empathy or getting certain social cues. I’ve tried to not use this diagnosis as an excuse for any behavior, but a majority of the time when I say something wrong, I don’t understand where I went wrong. Another thing is that I don’t really go around advertising it. Only my family who actively visited me when I was in the mental hospital (Mum, dad, and Stepmum) have the idea of what I go through, and it’s still brief. I don’t really like talking about it unless someone’s actually interested in my experiences like my visual, audio, and tactile hallucinations. I also enjoy people explaining to me what I did wrong and how I can improve whenever I fuck up in a social interaction.

Me and my extended family (grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles, second cousins, etc) were hanging out at my grandmother’s lake house over Fourth of July. This happened when it was late at night (around 11:00-12:00) when we were all playing cards. All of the others were all either drinking or high, the only ones not being me (I don’t drink, never have, addiction runs strong in my mum’s side) and one of my second cousins, who we’ll call Ozzy. He’s ten.

We were gathered around playing cards, and man, this kid is ANNOYING. I’ve never liked any kid all that much; they aggravate me. I know I probably gotta work on it, but they just annoy the absolute hell out of me. He was just excited to be playing cards with the adults, I know, but he was constantly talking. It didn’t matter if someone else was talking, telling a story, or trying to take a phone call. He kept talking. Little comments about his cards or that he was better than everyone else. And when he wasn’t talking, he was making noises. Clicking his tongue, loudly humming a song, or slurping his soda as if he just wanted to constantly hear himself. Yelling across the table as he did all this.

A few times throughout the night, I kept politely asking him to quiet down just slightly. (I had a headache and forgot to refill my antidepressants, but that’s my fault). Saying things like “Hey, bud, can you quiet down slightly?” Or even the “Kid, you’re up here, you gotta be down here.” I made probably about four of these comments until I snapped, sarcastically saying “Wow, you talk A LOT.”

He didn’t react all that much, awkwardly laughed and said “I know.” But the rest of the family flipped out (except for my cousin who’s two days older than me. He silently nodded in agreement). They were all upset, telling me that he was just a kid and to take it easy and be nice. I tried defending myself, saying that I had a headache and he wouldn’t stop making noises, but they all shut me down. I eventually got up after that about ten minutes later, saying I was going to bed.

AITJ?

(Slight TW for suicidal thoughts)

For some background info, I’m diagnosed with SSDPF, Severe Depression Disorder with Psychotic Features. With those ‘psychotic features’ I get hallucinations of all the flavors. The audio ones fuck me up pretty bad, but the visual ones are the ones I’m having trouble with.

I have a few different kinds, but the ones I want help with are the nighttime ones with the people. Whenever I go to sleep in certain places, I’ll see either a silhouette of either a tall man standing in the corner watching me, the same tall man directly at my bedside looking down at me, or black hands reaching and climbing along my walls like there’s something inside of the walls trying to get out (reminds me of that one scene from Bendy ngl).

Anyway, those ones FREAK ME TF OUT. I’ve been debating seeing if I can get on antipsychotics as well as antidepressants, but my only problem with that is the voices. I hear two seperate voices at all times (yk that little voice that reads shit in your head? I have two extra of those except it’s a different voice and it’s not me thinking those thoughts). These voices Urús and Rory have both assisted in me not taking my own life about a year back now. They’re the ones that managed to convince me to stay alive when my family couldn’t. If I get in antipsychs, I’m scared I’ll loose them too, and I wouldn’t know what to do.

Help? Assistance??? Opinions????

Can someone explain to me what the fuck the story was??? I watched the movie last night and between not being able to tell what was real or fake and barely being able to hear what anyone said through the crackling radio- I have no clue what I just watched other than Markiplier having a psychotic breakdown in a submarine for two hours straight.

What was the story? Why was Simon’s backstory important? What impact did it have? What about Ava and her backstory? Why is she important to the plot other than telling Simon what to do? What the fuck was the ending? Was the hallucination just that? What was that sickness that Simon sicknessed? What were those tendrils at the end? Can I get ANY information on the monster as NONE is explained??? Or that found ship??? Or- again- Simon’s backstory???

As someone who hasn’t played the game, the movie made absolutely no sense. My favourite part was the voice acting, but through the terrible sound system (which was intended, I know) you can barely hear what anyone is saying. I’m disappointed.