Something fishy happened 4 years ago, the HIV scare was not an accident. It was premeditated, intentional, and it's pretty obvious there's a hidden reality. Though, there's no evidence. So frankly, all I can do is move on. That's my resolution for 2024 - to put it behind me.
If someone intentionally hurt me 4 years ago, whoever it may be, stop ruining my life over it. Do I feel defective and damaged? Yes. But close this nightmare once and for all. It ruined the past 4 years.
For what it's worth, Dr. Garrett might have recorded our sessions in late 2019 / January 2020. I might've even signed consent hoping to be the next "Joanne Greenberg" - hoping they'd make a movie about my life. 4 years is a long time ago now. But yeah, it's very fishy.
I can only imagine what was said in Dr. Garrett sessions back then. He'll try to blame the HIV scare on me, my family, and friends and say that's where the evidence is. We'll try to blame him - and there definitely is a hidden reality. It's a pipe dream to think we can prove it.
Of course there's a hidden reality about late 2019 and January 2020 (the HIV scare) and Dr. Garrett is to blame... But there's no evidence of it. Unlike the shovel I caught my father stealing in my childhood. There's no shovel. Though, it's true. All we can do is SUSPECT that.
I look like a psychotic person with schizoaffective, my parents look like liars and gaslighters, and Dr. Garrett looks like the best in the business at psychiatry. Although it's true he gave me the HIV scare - no one will believe me. It's a pipe dream to think I can prove it.
All Dr. Garrett has to say that I'm blurring fantasy and reality, I'm proclaiming delusional beliefs with righteous anger, and it was my choice to take PrEP. No one will believe me at all because nothing I say sounds credible. It's like the boy who cried wolf I guess.
Or maybe I am getting delusional and it's time to resume the abilify? Maybe I am getting psychotic and I need psychiatric medications? There is no hidden reality.
If I really think Dr Garrett is a deceiving monster behind a mask then terminate sessions with him. Why am I seeing a psychiatrist who I'm imagining to be a sadistic monster? He's not a sadistic monster. I'm getting emotional. Catch it, check it, change it.
My New Year's resolution for 2024 is to stop talking about the HIV scare altogether. To make a full recovery from the trauma. To move on with my life.
Dr. Garrett's reply about not getting emotional over the HIV scare: "Good applications of the brakes to keep your mind from spinning off the road."
Lol good one lol
Why do I still think there's a hidden reality about the HIV scare? Stop. End it. Don't go into an emotional tsunami. Even if I was tortured, which I wasn't, but even if I was - it's ruining my life. Put on the brakes and don't let my mind go crashing off the road.
My Email:
Dec 26, 2023, 8:59 AM
I'm going down the rabbit hole that the HIV scare was premeditated - I'm getting emotional. STOP. CATCH IT. END IT. Don't get overtaken by the emotional tsunami. No one did it to me. No one wanted to hurt me
Dr. Garrett's Email:
Dec 26, 2023, 5:03 PM
Good applications of the brakes to keep your mind from spinning off the road.
My Email:
Dec 26, 2023, 5:36 PM
Even if it's true, which it's not, just stop getting emotional over it. There's no reason to go into emotional tsunamis. It's ruining my life, my friendships, and relationships. The HIV scare was an accident. Stop getting emotional there's a hidden reality - there's not. My new years resolution for 2024 is to stop talking about it entirely. Yes, it was traumatic. But put it behind me. Catch it. End the tsunami 100% of the time.
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I love the intensity in Kurt Angle's eyes in his recent meme. He has the look of: if you do something inhumane to me I'm unstable and it'll be ugly for you.
I thought Kurt Angle was always better than Triple H. Triple H got the top heel push because he was married to Stephanie McMahon. Plus Kurt was close to death "perc Angle". They literally fired him because they were afraid he would drop dead.
My Email:
Dec 24, 2023, 1:16 PM
Hey guess what, my mother really was trying to give me cancer with the medications Dr. Coplan prescribed negligently.
I don't even want to see him, I never did, I was just being forced for my mother who was a pharmacological abuser. It was see Dr. Coplan or be homeless.
My mother was trying to murder me while creating the facade she was trying to help me. That ain't a delusion. They know it too. They just can't admit it because you'll get sued or worse
Dr. Garrett's Email:
Dec 24, 2023, 2:28 PM
Andrew
As we have discussed many times, sadly, however long it took you to think these thoughts, and to post them, is time squandered that might have been spent on the difficult challenges of living in the present in the real world.
Dr G
My Email:
Dec 24, 2023, 2:38 PM
The emotional tsunami has passed. I've calmed down and now know my mother loves me again. But she said "be careful" as I left for Christmas Eve with my dad. I got predicate logic it was sarcastic. She wants me to die in secret. Why didn't she intervene when I ran for years? Why did she buy and allow me to drink propel powdered drink mix instead of water (unhealthy diet)? Why so much psychiatric medicine? Why didn't she intervene when I sat in solitude? Did she want to kill me? She isn't perfect. Has made mistakes. But she loves me and I was getting delusional. She was not trying to kill me.
My Email:
Dec 23, 2023, 12:07 PM
The comedy open mic was fun yesterday. It was a really good night. I think my performance went well. People told me they liked it. It was a hot night because of the holiday. A big crowd. I would've loved for it to have been recorded. But it wasn't. It's too bad.
I'd love to be in a sitcom or movie. But for now, meeting friends, recovering, and having fun are what I'm focusing on. When money gets involved often it becomes more competitive and a lot of the fun is lost.
It's ok to make jokes at my expense. I don't mind. I usually laugh at them too. I enjoy self-deprecating humor. However, sometimes it can turn into legit bullying - that's not cool. I think intentions are key. If you're laughing at me but like me, I probably don't mind. If you're dehumanizing, bullying, tarring, and feathering me - that's evil. Ya know?
I don't mind if jokes are brutal at my expense. Just have good intentions and be friendly and it's cool. The best comedians need to be able to laugh at themselves.
I don't really like cancer, dementia, or HIV jokes at my expense - kind of a sore spot.
Dr. Garrett's Email:
Dec 23, 2023, 1:30 PM
Yes, its OK for others to laugh with you, when you are taking the lead, but never alright to laugh at you.
My Email:
Dec 23, 2023, 1:46 PM
If somebody is turning me into a buffoon and a laughing stock - it's bullying and they are not my friends. I shouldn't have no dignity because I'm a disabled adult child with schizoaffective disorder. I don't have to be humiliated.
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Instead of getting jealous and envious of Justin Timberlake, while projecting what you think he's like onto him, instead of convincing yourself he's a monster even though you don't know him... How about you make yourself shine brighter than him and make yourself a rockstar too?
People who didn't know me convinced themselves they did from my social media then conspired into hurting me based on their fantasy story of what they thought I was like. They were jealous I was putting on a rock and roll show on social media and was probably going to be famous.
The difference between me and Justin Timberlake, though, I'm a disabled adult child who is going to a psychosocial clubhouse. They have no accessibility to Justin Timberlake, so they can't conspire to hurt him. They hated that I was having fun... But I wasn't rich and famous yet.
It's kind of like the women from college who I didn't know but projected a story onto her and convinced myself I did, or it's like a celebrity like Taylor Swift or Lady Gaga, they know the sensationalistic social media posts and they convinced themselves they knew me from them.
These people didn't project a good story onto me. These people projected a story that I was a monster and when I became famous I'd be a bad person. The truth is I was not a psychopath or a monster. I was at rock bottom, solitary, and needed to develop interpersonal relationships.
I needed mental health recovery, but these people became like self-righteous terrorists. They delusionally convinced themselves I was demonic. Then they hurt me over their delusion about me. Realistically, they didn't even know me but they thought they did. It was projection.
But don't get angry I was tortured by delusional and envious people, the best revenge is to fulfill my prophecy and become a rich and famous movie star, not to self-destruct and wind up in jail or the psychiatric hospital. They wanted to sabotage me because I shined brightly.
They claimed they hated me and I was a monster. However, they couldn't look away and we're watching every single social media post I was making. Ultimately, it led to them conspiring into hurting me because they couldn't stand I was making these posts. But I was not a celebrity.
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My stepfather is a sexual sadist who was torturing me. He's a monster behind a mask.
My mom is a gaslighter and a pharmacological abuser. She was victim blaming me - making me out to be the craziest the crazy to get me overmedicated. But the truth is, I was passive and being tortured. She was trying to torture me with the medication she had Dr Coplan prescribe.
Dr. Coplan should get sued for medical negligence. And he knows it too.
They say I'm having an emotional tsunami. There's no hidden reality when it comes to my parents, especially my mother and stepfather. Catch it, check it, change it.
Although my stepfather never touched me sexually and PRETENDS to care about me, he bullies me into submission. I believe behind the mask that he "cares about me" - he's truly a sexual sadist who was getting pleasure from my suffering.
My mother and stepfather may have even trying to kill me on the sly while PRETENDING they cared.
I'm starting to think people were torturing me and it has something to do with Owen Hart, Vince Russo, and Beaver Cleavage, and when I discover the truth I'll be ENRAGED. The angriest I've ever been. Catch it, check it, change it. I'm getting a SUSPICION.
My suspicion goes as follows, someone close to me is responsible for Owen Hart's death... Though, I didn't realize it. So they sadistically tortured me, turning me into Beaver Cleavage, as an apology to the Hart family. But I was a human sacrifice if this SUSPICION is true.
I'm not associated with the sensationalistic attitude era WWE in any way. Owen Hart or Vince Russo are not my father. Robert Koloski doesn't work for a Hollywood stunt company. It's just DAYDREAMS BECOMING REAL. No one intentionally tortured me. My SUSPICION is NOT TRUE.
So I've been in solitude, pouring my life down the drain, posting on social media, hoping to be a rich and famous movie star... And I blame my parents. I say they're not intervening. I say they're enabling this. I say I wish I had an elder or mentor to guide me.
People say to take accountability. It's my choice to sit in solitude. It's my choice to pour my life down the drain.
As the song by Gary Burr goes, if I want a girlfriend, if I want financial independence, love, and life is out there... But I gotta go get it.
Social media is not my ticket to independence. It's a ticket to a wasted life. And I'm an addict. It's a little bit like a gambling addiction in a way because I think it's going to pay off with superstardom. But what it is is 20 years of wasted time and energy.
Realistically, leaving my house, socializing, and mingling is what I need. As Gary Burr says, love is out there, but if you sit in solitude, determined, posting on social media, you are going to enter solitary Joanne GreenbergLand, schizoaffective madness. Human interaction, interpersonal relationships, and financial independence is the key to recovery.
I could blame my parents and say: why do they allow it? Why don't they intervene? But I'm 36 years old. It's my responsibility to not sit in solitude and think social media is my ticket to riches and fame.
To the social media content creators who work their ass off so they don't have to work a 9-5 regular job, so they'll be rich and famous... I'm not saying you won't succeed. Maybe you will. And I'm wishing you the best of luck. But they say it's a pipe dream to get rich and famous from social media. So definitely work a REALISTIC job, and pursue your passion on the side... If your passion takes off - GREAT! If not, you're not homeless, and you'll have a 9-5 to fall back on...
I saw a quote on social media that said: when you're dead you don't know you're dead. It's only an inconvenience for others. The same is true if you're stupid. You don't realize you're stupid... You're just inconveniencing other people.
I often wonder. I think of myself as high-functioning. I think of myself as an intelligent person. I think of myself as a genius. Am I really stupid? Am I really low-functioning? I go to mental health recovery groups. Could I actually be a moron? Could people be looking at me as if I'm an idiot?
Have I always been an idiot? I was taking a mega regimen of psychiatric medications for over ten years. Could it have turned me into a vegetable? Could it have damaged my brain and made me idiotic? Could the solitude and lack of socialization practice have damaged my brain?
I have no social skills, struggle to interact, and communicate, and don't know how to converse or make small talk. Am I an idiotic vegetable? Do I come across as more intelligent than I realize? Do I come across high high-functioning? Or do I come across as a simpleton?
I want to think I'm an intelligent person who people respect and who people don't look down on.
Do I come across like a simpleton, vegetable, and the elephant in the room? I'm afraid I do. Is that the case?
About the HIV scare, even if there's truth to it being premeditated, I don't want to go to jail or the psychiatric hospital. That's HELL ON EARTH. Handle everything unemotionally. Ask myself, is this loser worth going to jail over? Especially because my future should be bright.
Dr. Garrett says it's a delusion. I blur the line between fantasy and reality, what I SUSPECT becomes reality. My feeling of conviction over my symptomatic SUSPICIONS, then getting righteous anger over, is the essence of my psychological ailment. It's a DELUSION.
About my emotional tsunamis... catch it, check it, change it. This is able to calm my emotions and I'm able to feel happy again, but that doesn't change that I SUSPECT they're liars who are gaslighting and torturing me. I'm just not in a rage over it. I SUSPECT they're secrets.
I overthink and imagine my SUSPICIONS to be more than they are. Even if it's true, if they conspired to give me an HIV scare and to get me to take PrEP. I'm feeling like a humiliated metaphorical rape victim. But I don't have HIV. I am not wearing the damaged Scarlett letter.
Dr. Garrett says I do not have to disclose to anyone how I took PrEP. It's not a marker of having been HIV positive. I was never at risk of contracting HIV. All it gave me was a mental black and blue. Love is out there and I can find it. Stop feeling like an injured dying animal.
I want to create sensationalistic sitcom episodes (SSE), I'm trying to think about an "interesting character" in my life that I can write a funny story about, but unlike my college years, I can't think of anyone absurd, and those who are they're probably not ok with me writing about them (like an ex-girlfriends father).
So I'll write about a location I frequent - the Broadway Mall. There is a shopping mall in Hicksville, New York. I grew up in Levittown - just one town away. I'd frequently go there in my childhood. I went on dates in my 20s. I've been to the Broadway Mall at least once with all my girlfriends. I've even been on unsuccessful dates there.
There's a sweet elderly couple who lives next door, I feel like Deadpool (the antihero superhero). I'm crazy, but we're friendly. I say "hello" and they reply as if they like me.
My Mom and stepdad have a love/hate relationship with our "nosy neighbors." She says they're "gossipy” and "snooty". Sometimes they're the “evil neighbors.” Other times, my mother likes them because she's known them since she was young, and they were nice to our Grandparents when they were ill.
However, if they ignore my mom, she'll say: “Why are they ignoring us?! We didn’t do anything.” They won’t stop talking about it. It’s such an old person thing to care about. I couldn’t care less about the "villainous neighbors." And it’s probably all a misunderstanding.
Then my mom got over it. Invites them over to our house, and she's invited over to theirs, they want to come to my comedy show, and they want to go to a diner together but the plans rarely come to fruition.
When we first moved in in 2017, I'd walk by their house regularly for exercise and sometimes see them out front. Often, I'd ignore them out of anxiety. I'd walk right by, and not look at them. Or passively say: “hello.” I was just socially awkward.
However, in recent years, since 2019, I've come to personally like them. I used to make crazy videos on the side of the house. They smile and say "hello." They're a friendly elderly couple. I couldn't ask for better neighbors.
A few years ago in 2020, I told a guy named Ed about them and the videos I make, he prank-called their house with me on the video call. It wasn't my fault - Ed likes drama. This upset them and my mom.
However, in 2023 all is forgiven and they're my friendly neighbors. When I was locked out of my apartment for two hours in 2022 during a hot summer day, they invited me into their home, we had iced tea.
I don’t have any plans this Christmas. I don’t have a woman and rarely see friends. I have been in solitude for what feels like my whole life. For the past ten to fifteen years, I've had no plans on holidays, for the most part, except for my mom, dad, and stepdad.
My Aunt invited me to come over to her house personally through a text message and said aunts, uncles, and cousins would be there. Where the hell has she been? I don't feel I even belong there. I feel unwelcome. I feel their family has branched away from ours. They have their own family. I feel like I'm not even supposed to be there like I'm invited as a pity afterthought.
I'm starting to SUSPECT because of my social media artwork - my Aunt wants to include me again. She wants me to be a part of her family. Where has she been for the past fifteen years? I don't even know, or consider them family. Plus I SUSPECT she knows of, or they are, rich and powerful people while I've been on SNAP food stamps and disability (no money or life). They excluded me from the "true fun" because I was severely mentally ill. Plus I feel they're condescending, look at me critically, and are judgemental. I'm extremely self-conscious there.
Dr. Garrett said:
Tue, Dec 12, 7:10 PM
Andrew
You do not yet believe that your sense of conviction about the reality of your SUSPICIONS is itself the essence of your mental difficulties.
Dr G
I said:
I know Dr. Garrett will say it's predicate logic, ideas of reference, and illusions of significance... But there's just too many examples leading me to believe the entire thing was no accident. There was something premeditated going on even if it wasn't supposed to end badly.
Dr. Garrett will say my mind if lying to me. I stepped on debris and chose to take PrEP against everyone's advice not to. There was no gaslighting or hidden reality. Realize what I SUSPECT is not real. The clues are false evidence. No one did it to me. It was a random accident.
Stop convincing myself what I SUSPECT is reality because it's not. By believing the delusions I've ruined relationships with my ex-girlfriends, friends, and family. I guess the illness is designed to isolate because that's exactly what it did to me.
I know they'll say this is symptomatic suspicion and I'm getting a sense of certainty about things that I SUSPECT. But I SUSPECT they had a bad-intentioned prank. I SUSPECT they had nefarious intentions. But everything that could've gone wrong - did. Something that was supposed a dark comedy. Something that was supposed to be funny is now horrific, and quite frankly, not funny. When they took off the mask and revealed who they were, what they had been doing to me, the deception and lies, they wanted me to be enraged, they wanted me to be steaming mad, they wanted me to be angry I SUSPECT.
I wound up taking PrEP in January 2020. Assuming the HIV scare and taking PrEP weren't premeditated to torture me. Assuming they aren't just sadists and torturers. Basically, it was like a metaphorical rape to me. I feel defective and damaged. Beforehand I felt like a virgin. Something that could have potentially been funny is just horrific.
In years past, I had a sense of humor and was able to joke. Sometimes when somebody undergoes such trauma and horrific realities the smile is wiped from their face. Something that could have potentially been a comedy. Something that could've been funny is just not funny anymore. It's just horrible, terrible, despicable, disgusting.
It's a joke that went way, way too far I SUSPECT and it basically etched a metaphorical rape into my psyche.
In my childhood, I SUSPECTED my father stole a shovel and rock salt from the house and then I witnessed the shovel and rock salt at one of his girlfriend's homes. I had evidence of theft.
When I suspect the HIV scare was premeditated, when I suspect I have a half-sibling, when I suspect my father is lying present day there's no evidence for this.
Dr. Garrett said: "It is very difficult to face that your persistent certainty that there is a conspiracy is itself the essence of your psychological ailment. Your certainty appears to you to be an indicator of a nefarious reality but your certainty itself is a symptom, although it doesn’t appear this way to you. Unlike the stolen shovel, which gave you objective proof, there is no “stolen shovel” here. Just your suspicions. The catch it, check it, change it seems to help calm you down, but it does not seem to change your symptomatic certaintly."
Basically, I come to a sense of certainty about things that I SUSPECT and it's a delusion.
Dr. Coplan (the guy who prescribes the medications) said: "Your enmeshment in the delusions is around the clock"
Dr. Coplan says I'm still psychotic. I need to try clozapine or clozeral.
My father sent me a text that I sent many months ago that said: "My schizoaffective disorder is improperly medicated. It's my fault. I'm really trying to resist taking the meds Dr. Coplan is suggesting... But I've been descending into madness. I guess I need to move the sand and take the meds.
Dr. Coplan said (a few months ago): "I am definitely not admitting you" (into the psychiatric hospital "but you definitely not stable and should be trying the proper treatments instead of spinning your wheels"
Obviously, Clozeral the medication that Dr. Coplan is suggesting you need to get weekly blood tests because it can affect your white blood cells. There are many adverse side effects like weight gain, and probably sexual function issues. It's a hardcore medication. It's not like taking a candy pill and now everything is good. There'll be a lot of adverse side effects if I choose to take it. As a result, I don't want to take it. I'd rather remain on a low dose of Abilify. That's what I want to do.
Somebody said: what if the medication actually works, helps you, and does good by you? Fair enough. Obviously, if I could eradicate these symptomatic suspicions becoming real, I mean, that would be good.
Don't come to a sense of certainty that I have half-siblings. Don't come to a sense of certainty the HIV scare was premeditated. There's no evidence for this. If I can't catch it, check it, change it, and realize I'm coming to a feeling of conviction about something I suspect. There is no shovel here. There is no evidence this is real. If I can't catch that. I'll need a medication like Clozeral - which I'm not happy about.
I said:
It's No Delusion
Dec 11, 2023, 8:12 AM
The hidden realities and secrets are not just bad, they're brutally evil and sadistic... And if they ever tell me the truth, I'll be the angriest I've ever been in my life. I'll be steaming mad. They're monsters behind a mask who were torturing me in secret. It's no delusion.
I'll be so angry and enraged, I won't know what to do because I'll be unable to get vengeance on these psychopaths because what they've done is not technically illegal. Though, if it's not, it SHOULD BE. They should be locked in prison for the remainder of their lives.
I want to tell myself I'm getting an emotional tsunami, but I'm not, they're sadistic deceivers and what they've done is bad beyond my wildest imagination. But when I learn the truth, don't fly into rage. Maybe there is someone doing damage control so it's not the end for me.
I'm not going "crazy" - that's their gaslighting and narrative control. I'm not the craziest of crazy. I'm an ABUSE VICTIM who is waking up to what two-faced sadistic monsters they are. They'll continue to lie. But we all know what I'm saying is TRUE.
I don't need any antipsychotics. I need to stop being abused, lied to, and gaslit by narcissistic psychopaths. Ultimately, it's MY RESPONSIBILITY to create a life for myself. If I don't like being passive to MONSTERS then turn myself into a POWERFUL PERSON WHO TAKES NO ABUSE.
Rusty said:
"You are getting emotional
You're gaslighting yourself rn my dude
And honestly drew I think having some mild medications (minimal doses) would help you a ton
The absolute minimal doses they give
That's how Maintain
You're okay. Reality is that you're a dude in New York in an apartment provided by his parents who needs help and friends. And I think your parents love you and this is a little difficult for them to deal with but they manage and get through it because they love you"
Dr. Garrett said:
Hidden Reality
Dec 11, 2023, 9:43 AM
Andrew
It is very difficult to face that your persistent certainty that there is a conspiracy is itself the essence of your psychological ailment. Your certainty appears to you to be an indicator of a nefarious reality but your certainty itself is a symptom, although it doesn't appear this way to you. Unlike the stolen shovel, which gave you objective proof, there is no "stolen shovel" here. Just your suspicions. The catch it, check it, change it seems to help calm you down, but it does not seem to change your symptomatic certaintly.
Dr G
There's obviously a hidden reality about the HIV scare that will make me ENRAGED. They're withholding information. It wasn't an accident. It was premeditated. That's not the only horrific hidden reality. When they tell me the truth - I'll be STEAMING ANGRY as I should be.
Tell clearly lying to and gaslighting me. Tell me the truth. The problem is the truth is horrific. They know they fucked up. The HIV scare was like a metaphorical rape and it's only the straw that broke the camel's back. When I learn the TRUTH I'll be the angriest I've ever been.
Catch it, check it, change it. Come out of the emotional tsunami. I'm enraged that the HIV scare happened. But don't disguise my sexual frustration, get righteous anger, and fight with illusions that they're sadists who did this to me with premeditated intent.
The HIV scare really was an accident that everyone feels badly about. Nobody wanted to hurt me. But when I get emotional and start making false accusations that they're deceivers it will ruin my relationships with my ex-girlfriends, friends, and family. Everyone loves me.
Let's call a spade a spade here, I obviously believe the HIV scare was premeditated and they wanted to torture me. I'm just calming the emotional tsunami. I'm just quieting my mind. I'm just not obsessing about it. I'm certain something nefarious happened. But I'm not enraged.
I hate people who use the word retarded in a critical way. I hate people who use the word autistic in a critical way. To my knowledge, my diagnosis is only schizoaffective. Sometimes I feel like I'm an idiot, or a moron, or have brain damage, or am not an intellectual, or am low-class. I'm a little quirky, schizoaffective, mentally ill, and damaged.
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