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Megalomania/Narcissistic personality disorder might be what’s ailing someone you know
I was recently watching one of the first episodes of I Dream of Jeannie where Major Roger Healy (then a captain) was bragging about personal possessions he did not have. Dr. Bellows the Air Force psychiatrist did not realize Roger believed the Genie, named Jeannie was going to use her magical powers to give him this grand lifestyle. The doctor thought the captain was probably dealing with megalomania. If you’ve not heard of this term that’s because it is no longer in use.
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Psyche
Please let me break the curse
I was asked how my relationship with my mother was. My response: “I Love My mother, but...it’s complicated” There was a time where I honestly loathed my mother. She made me livid. Her narcissistic personality and her anger issues made it hard for me to look at her. What’s sad about this situation? People wonder about her mother and the answer is uncanny. She too described her mother as the following:
By A.A.C.5 years ago in Psyche
Why is in patient so scary?
Words, They hold power even years after they've left the mouth. I remember being a little girl and saying whatever came to my mind, In fact I still do- But back then I didn't understand the weight that words have on one another,I didn't understand one simple sentence could change someones life. I just didn't get it. When I told my dad he looked like salami because he had so many freckles, We laughed it off, Because it was a funny sentence out of a child's mouth.
By 𝙺𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚢 ☾5 years ago in Psyche
Autistic Child Development
Psychologically punishment should not be meted to special needs in human life but does punishment simply means training or just an act that implies in child's development. Punishment impedes the development of autistic child. Autism is a broad term used to describe a group of neurodevelopmental disorders.
By Olushola Omowale5 years ago in Psyche
The Five Best Self-Help Books to Make Life Fun Again (PART I)
Seven years ago my life changed in an instant. I awoke in the middle of the night, sweating, heart racing, thinking I may be having a heart attack at 27 years old. I had been heavily drinking earlier that night, which was normal for me back then. My entire body was seizing up and I had tears in my eyes. For the first time in my entire life, I experienced a suicidal thought that I couldn’t pass off as just a silly part of the human experience. I thought the thought, and for the first time it felt like a viable choice in that terrifying moment. That evening set my life in a new direction that I never could have predicted.
By T.K. Sanders5 years ago in Psyche
When Sam Ellis killed two people with his car…
I was hitting a joint when I heard a car rage by my house. It was in the summer of 2015, sometime past midnight. Although the property had these tall, wooden fences blocking my view of the road, I could hear the engine roar with reckless abandon.
By Danger Wonka5 years ago in Psyche
I am a survivor
Telling my story has never been difficult for me, because no one believed me no matter what I did or said no one would. I don’t remember when it started, I was really young, and my therapist says its normal; to put back the memories so you don’t remember. So, it goes away, but it never does, and I regret every day that I didn’t get to prosecute them in court and tell what they did to me to everyone. One was sicker than the others I remember a particular memory where my cousin and I were in the dinning room together I was sick and had stayed at my grandmother and grandfathers house.
By Ellie5 years ago in Psyche
Lucid Daydreams
StartPrologue A fierce pull off a cigarette fills my lungs, as well as the yearning void that dwells within me. Noxious toxins do their job, numbing any feelings of the hollow existence others refer to as life. Once my lungs are near capacity, I pull the cigarette away but continue to inhale, letting cool air chase the warm down into the black abyss. The automatic valve is released, pouring the billowy fumes out into the air. This drawn-out version of suicide is one of many weapons in my arsenal to combat the everlasting struggle against myself.
By J A Allison5 years ago in Psyche
The Beauty Pods
TW: Body dysmorphia, eating disorder, depression Amber yawned as she brushed her long, ginger hair. Standing in front of her bedroom mirror, she studied her face, counting the freckles and the bags forming under her eyes. If only there was a way for those pods to help her get some sleep. At sixteen-years-old she was finally able to use one for her birthday, and she chose her eyes. Green eyes were great and all, but blue eyes were really in, and she wanted to catch the eye of a certain boy. She had the biggest crush on the guy that placed umpire for the high school baseball team. Kyle was his name. He already noticed her for her naturally red hair, but she had to compete with Lauren, a small, outgoing African American girl on the swim team. Amber didn't play sports; instead, she was an alto in the treble choir. Not the most glamorous or attention catching, but she didn't have many talents. Well, she had a knack for making the perfect friendship bracelet, but that wasn't anything close to special.
By Jamie Raven5 years ago in Psyche
Burns, Marks, and Scars.
My scars do not deceive your eyes They are wounds from a fight I once fought That I won, I conquered, I survived These scars are apart of me, something I was once ashamed of and every once and A while I still feel that struggle but then I realize who I am.
By Daja folds5 years ago in Psyche
Suffocated
*Content Warning topics like Sexual Assault are talked about in this story* It is easy to get wrapped up in good looks and niceness. By doing so, you don’t see the red flags that pop up like bread in a toaster. I should have seen them sooner and left. Instead, I got wrapped up in his chocolate brown eyes, silky soft hair, and prince charming smile. I almost hate myself for how attracted I was to him. He was nice to me, and now because of him,I can’t be fooled by every nice person that walks into my life.
By Sami Geiger5 years ago in Psyche
When It Gets Hard.
Just tell them how you feel. "Tell them that you're lonely." I feel alone. Not so much in my physical space but more so within my own head. I feel alone. My thoughts feel similar yet foreign to what really lays beneath the surface, the things that tug at the strings of my heart. It's hard wanting to be understood when you don't even understand the things you do and say sometimes. I find in my lowest moments is when I'm really forced to confront myself. When you're genuinely happy, it's easy to live with your happiness because it feels good to feel good. It's hard to sit with those other emotions that make you feel small, make you feel unhappy, or uncomfortable. I struggle to figure it out.
By Sorae 5 years ago in Psyche