I (23F) lost my ex (24M) to mental illness. Hes still alive but I don't exist to him. He developed schizophrenia, at least that's what the doctors think, because he's so far in his psychosis he refused to get a brain scan and see if it was anything physical. Anyways he developed the capgras delusion really early on in our relationship and we were living together, I was 21 at the time and didn't know what to do.

The capgras delusion is where you think your loved ones are replaced by impostors. There's so much I could write about what happened but it's in the past. Its been almost exactly a year and he never remembered me. It was horrible. Emotionally abusive at times I'd say. But it's like the one situation where it really isn't his fault completely because he truly believes all these horrible things that I'm doing or a part of.

I left him over a month ago. Stuff happened that was so bad I couldn't let his mental illness be an excuse anymore and I honestly don't know if me being around was helping anymore because I started to give up on myself. He wanted it to end anyways, he'd said that it'd been almost a year since he'd seen the real me anyways and he didn't know what he was fighting for anymore.

Throughout our time together he made me feel really worthless, and wasn't the most faithful (never confirmed physically but I think so and did a lot of hitting on girls over social media and things like that). I took off in the middle of the night after the worst I'd been treated by him. I blocked him on everything, wrote him a letter explaining my leaving and to please keep working with the doctor but I haven't spoken to him since. I'm trying to move on.

I don't know if this is the right place to post this, I just can't find a way to wrap my head around anything that happened. I don't know how to move on. I fell in love with him and then one day it was "who are you?" And he never could see me for me again. And for so long he just begged me to tell him where the "real me" was, because that was the girl he wanted to marry. Now I'm supposed to just get up and move on with my life?

I've even met someone this past week who I've enjoyed spending time with but I don't know how to behave In a normal casual dating situation again. I guess I'm asking how do I find closure with everything that happened with my ex so I can move on and find a good relationship? I feel like I am scared of every man I encounter or begin to like and just don't want to let anyone in

Strapped down to a hospital bed, all the little girl could do is scream, "He's not my real father!"

When I was 14, the psychosis known as Capgras Delusion destroyed my family.

My mother started showing the classic symptoms after a season at my uncle’s farm, on an isolated place in the mountains. She didn’t tell anybody, but we knew she had tuberculosis.

When she came back, her body was restored to health, and it was her mind that started to crumble.

She strongly refused to be in any room that my father was in, and screamed at him, absolutely sure that he was a lookalike, a double, a demonic doppelganger even. She claimed he was missing a tiny scar between his left ring finger and pinky.

He wasn’t allowed anywhere near her, and she accused me and Jennifer, my older sister, of either being too dumb to realize the truth or being in cahoots with the shapeshifter who replaced our father. Maybe we weren’t ourselves either.

This madness went on for a few weeks; the three of us indulged her, but none took her claims seriously.

Until, of course, the day that Jennifer and I came home from school to a nightmarish view. Dad, bleeding copiously on the floor, unconscious, his uneven breath being the only sign that he was still alive; and mom, sitting by her favorite chair, shotgun in hand, welcoming us with a deranged smile and screams of “I saved us!”

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Dad was only able to survive because Jennifer had just gotten her driver’s license and we made it home earlier, by car instead of by foot. We saved him in the nick of the time.

On a teenager’s life, getting your license is usually a milestone of freedom; but for my sister, the day she first drove us to school and then back home was the day her life ended.

After having to call the cops on her own mother, as my slightly stronger boy arms held our old lady until help arrived, Jenny became the head of our household. At 16, she diligently looked after our paralytic father for the next 40 years until he died from old age.

I had long drifted away from my origins, unable to bear witnessing how my mother had destroyed both Jennifer and dad. But I had to be there for my sister on his funeral.

“56 is too old to start a life of my own”, Jenny stated shyly, as I made her a strong Irish coffee after the service and asked what’s the plan now.

She still lived on our old neighborhood, though on a different house from the one where our mother spent her last days as a free woman.

Being there brought back awful memories,

Attached below is todays video link to my “On Conquering Schizophrenia” YouTube channel. Today is on Capgras delusion. Like all, todays video is ever brief and can be viewed amid a moment of existential awe!

https://youtu.be/AxVq3ieaR94

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My [38M] wife [36F] started to become increasingly hostile towards me, the kids and her own parents.

Our kids are 12, 9 and 4 yo. I first started to notice it around one week ago when our 12 yo tripped while playing and fell on her face. I ran to her to reassure she was ok but my wife didn't really...bother? She just sat on the bench and watched me and our daughter. That evening i asked her why she showed no reaction and she shrugged it off and told me that 'I looked after her so its ok'. Thats not her normal behaviour at all and if that had happened a couple months ago she would have dropped everything and immediately look after our daughter.

A day after that incident we ate dinner and the 9 yo asked her to pass him the Ketchup. She didn't pass it but responded with 'Why do you want to eat our Ketchup?'. That caught me off guard and I was extremely baffled. He asked if it isn't also 'his' Ketchup but she insisted that its hers and her families Ketchup. I Thought she was making a joke but she looked extremely stern and sincere, so I gave him the ketchup. The rest of the day was uneventful but she kept looking at me and the kids in this... I really dont know... aggressive fassion. As if we were a threat to her.

During the last week I received only one kisse, not a single hug or any other kind of affection and even if she sometimes smiles at me, it just looks extremely forced. Sometimes she just looks at me as if she searches something. Obiously I asked her a couple times if something was wrong but she always denied it and said everything is fine. The problem is, if she was only hostile towards me i could somewhat in some way understand it. Maybe I annoy her, maybe she doesn't love me anymore or she thinks im cheating or I dont fucking know. But she also seems to hate or at least be neutral towards the children. When they talk about school she doesnt care, when they have problems she doesnt care. She doesn't tuck them in at night and i tell our kids that she's just in a bad mood and has a lot on her plate. But obiously they know as sure as I do that something isn't right. It really got out of hand when 2 days ago her mother called me, asking me if something is wrong with

My father is not my father. I know that with certainty, with a sureness that I can only express as he is not him. The man that whistles as he whittles down pieces of wood, heaves a garbage bag into the bin, sneaks up behind my mother to plant a kiss on the flushed skin of her neck has all the things that should compose my father. He has the graying temples, watery brown eyes, the wavering gait from an old car accident, but it’s not him. It’s something else, like the negative of him, or the shadow of him. A creature you would see through night vision goggles, with empty eyes and a yawning, gaping void of a mouth. Like he could swallow you.

It’s not just me. My neighbor, Marie, told me in hushed whispers that her husband is not her husband. She bats away his hand as they walk to the car and unload boxes from the trunk. He just smiles the same wide, vacant smile as my father. I’m scared. What if I am not myself? I pinch at my skin, taking comfort in the pain that blooms beneath my fingers. No, I am still here. Whatever is me remains, and that means that I still have time.

It’s more than me and Marie. A few neighbors visited the doctor complaining of muscle aches and twitches. They were told to get some rest and take a Xanax. The coronavirus has been stressful for all of us, the doctor said. Nothing to worry about. But then the insomnia started. The first night Mrs. Jones banged on my door at two in the morning I tied her robe around her waist and directed her gently back to her house across the street. She was babbling, confused, her eyes half-open. I assumed she was sleepwalking. But she came back the next night, still knocking, over and over, and the night after that. Her daughter apologized and said she would lock the bedroom door.

Two nights later the motion sensor light flickered on in the backyard as I was climbing the stairs. I could see my other neighbor, Michael, in the sudden burst of brightness. He was crouching in the grass, eyes pupiless and milky white, with a wide, cavernous hole where his mouth should have been. I know those blank eyes stared at me, but I don’t know if I screamed. He ran away through my side gate in the darkness, still on all fours. I heard that Michael was later taken to the hospital in the next town over. Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease, they said. Mad Cow. He’s back for now on some kind of palliative care, I think. He waved at me from the front door, with that wide, mirthless smile that doesn’t reach the eyes. I wa

The Capgras Delusion named after the psychiatrist Joseph Capgras is a delusion misidentification syndrome that causes someone to believe that a close family member, friend, spouse, or even pet, has been replaced by an identical impostor.

This of course actually did happen as revealed at the end of Season 2 Episode 4 "Keeping up A-fear-ances with "Fake Luz".

My theory is that later in the show, Camila will start to notice things that are weird about Fake Luz. Maybe she doesn't remember a spanish phrase, or says the wrong name of a location. These will seem weird at first, but will pile up into something much bigger. It starts to drive her crazy, and she goes to someone about it.

This is when it happens: Since she's acting crazy, she gets sent to a hospital and is diagnosed with Capgras Delusion. According to Wikipedia, "Treatment is generally therapy, often with support of antipsychotic medication", so she will probably, well, be sent to therapy and get medication.

This is when things start to get really weird, probably leading into this frame. I don't have many ideas of what could happen now, however there are 3 things on the screen that interest me.

1. The headless statue. I have 1 theory about who this could be, if not random. It could be Philip Wittebane, who became famous for something to do with the boiling isles. Perhaps some people witnessed him go to the boiling iles, and made a statue in his honor. I have to admit this one is the biggest stretch, and is most likely just a red herring.
2. The key. This really pops out at you,and seems important. It could unlock a door to the boiling isles, or something else. Either way whatever this unlocks is going to be important. This may seem obvious, but it leads into point 3.
3. The bottom right paper. This depicts a silhouette of someone (or something) holding... a mirror? perhaps a tennis racket? No, those would be insignificant, especially since it has 8 strings attached to it, 5 more that the key. Except that's just it: This unknown person is holding the key! And again notice how many strings there are.
   My theory is that the key was actually the red herring all along. We don't k

Hello!

Welcome to the sixth season of PokéHouse

This time, we had another twist of duos, but instead of facing enemies or loved ones, this time the players have to team up with total strangers to get to the finale.

The twist is simple:Besides the 1M poké berries prize, if a player votes out their duo, they'll get a prize of 50k, but the last standing duo will receive 100k each. Will they try to save their partner to get a bigger price or will they snatch the more secure opportunity to get at least half of this?

PokéHouse s06 - Capgras Delusion

I hope you enjoy it! :D

And please comment with your thoughts!

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Meet the newbies!

Jewell (Persian ) Jewell is a rich and famous Persian and the only reason she wants to play is to cause chaos. She wants to play dirty, lie, backstab, only to entertain the audience and get even more popular. She wants to be the villain.

Selected duo: Barbara (Perserker) Barbara is a fame seeker, she wants to enter the game to become the most famous as possible, so she is not afraid of playing to get attention. She thinks the public loves a hero and loyal player, so she will try to stick with that.

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Srtryder (Herdier) Stryder was a famous Pokémon at one point in his life, a prized Pokémon used for racing, which he had been dominant in during his peak years. Over the years he had developed a rival in a Houndoom named Halder, who was slowly overtaking Stryder as one of the greatest racing Pokémon to ever perform. Eventually, Stryder lost his fame, a key aspect of his life, now he has a chance to show the world that he still has the ability to perform.

Selected duo: Yasmin (Yammer) Young and naive, Yasmin is starting her career as an athlete to compete in small races. Her main mentor is Halder, a famous racing pokémon. She thinks that her abilities will help her to survive in the physical part of the game.

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Sir. Percival Willams Esquire / Percy (Snom) Percy was born to a royal pokemon family. He's been charmed his whole life by being told how kind and cute he is by those around him. He's not had to work very hard, and that has caused him to start to doubt himself. He's unsure if he deserves all that he has got, and decided to compete on pokehouse to see if he can hang with the common pokemon and prove he has talents and skills besides looking so damn ad

Capgras delusion is a disorder where you believe that a friend, family member or loved one has been replaced by an identical looking impostor. In my case it was acute, something that I believed completely while it was occurring but now am able to think logically about.

"Capgras delusion is a psychological condition. It’s also known as imposter syndrome or Capgras syndrome. People who experience this syndrome will have an irrational belief that someone they know or recognize has been replaced by an imposter. They may, for example, accuse a spouse of being an imposter of their actual spouse. This can be upsetting for both the person experiencing the delusion and the person who is accused of being an imposter."

I looked up from the printout Dr. Wirner had given me and raised an eyebrow. "Are you serious?" I said. "I like how our culture immediately dismisses the truth as 'delusions'."

Dr. Wirner rubbed her forehead. She must be new, I thought snidely.

"Ellie," she began.

"Eloise," I corrected. I didn't need my therapist calling me by my child name. How did she even learn it?

"Fine, Eloise." I could see the frustration in her eyes, but she hid it well. "Eloise, we're going to get you the help you need, I promise."

Help, sure, I grumbled in my mind, but saying that I need the type of help you're talking about is going too far.

"Right," I replied, making sure that Dr. Wirner could hear the sarcasm dripping from the word.

She must either be clueless or a good faker, because Dr. Wirner didn't react. "Good," she said, and nodded approvingly. "I'm glad you acknowledge this. Do you feel safe going home?"

ABSOLUTELY NOT, I thought, but I forced out an Oscar-winning "Of course. Thank you, Dr. Wirner."

Dr. Wirner blinked, probably at my change of attitude. "You're - you're welcome, Eloise. See you tomorrow morning."

"You too." And I turned and left, closing the door behind me.

The moment I got into my car I collapsed, head falling into my hands. I was so, so fucked. Of course she didn't believe me. Why would she? I was just another paranoid young person with a mental problem, in her eyes, wasn't I? Why didn't I tell her I didn't feel safe? Who was I kidding? I sounded crazy even to myself.

Fuck.

I sat up straight and decided that it was time to get into gear. Turning the keys, taking a deep breath, getting the car to leave the parking lot - just get yourself through the drive, Eloise. I ignored my brain's chaos and just focused on driving. Every tiny movement, every little observation became infinitely fascinating. It's funny how strange the world becomes when you just focus on what's in front of you.

But some moments are never inevitable, and soon, even after quite a few long and bendy back ways, I was at

[First of all, I want to excuse myself in advance if I make some mistake, since English is not my native language. I will try to do my best].

Sean feels he can ́t deliver a good, excellent product, a perfect baby. A perfect 'Phillie' (Philadelphian). All these fetuses are promises, proto-projects. He feels that his own child is a failed attempt. Someone or something fake, incomplete (a hyperrealistic baby doll, but a doll after all). Remember the talk in the bathroom about the alleged Down syndrome of the son of an acquaintance (1x04: Bear). The terror, in this hyper critical man, of not having a descendant according to his high, snobbery expectations. And I think he was more interested in having children than Dorothy was. She seems to be more focused in her career, in her narcissistic supply. So we have an inverted dynamic of traditional gender roles here. When he talks about Dorothy's overactive immune system*, or when he explains that Dorothy tells herself that she killed (symbolically) the fetuses because her body identifies them as pathogen agents, he is really talking about himself. His own reaction and misgivings towards Leanne -as a symbolic pathogen inside the house-body- point in that direction (hypercriticism -> hyperreactivity, hyper defensiveness). I think he feels emasculated and inadequate, low self-steem, and this young, anodyne village girl, with her low or non-existent culture and inexperience, is -based on faith and staunchness- removing its prejudices, something that he, a little egomaniacally, is trying to achieve with his provocative , épater-les-bourgeois recipes. Leanne is his caregiver. She isn't babysitting Jericho (or not only): she is keeping an eye on Sean. If not, why hire the only nanny who has no previous experience, the least presumably fit to face the job, among the other candidates?

(*): Sean tells Leanne about Dorothy's autoimmune over-reactiveness, and Dorothy tells Leanne that she has never had cold sores (1x05: Crickets). That is a contradiction, at least superficially.

So we have this man in this 'Yellow Wallpaper' situation, unable to leave the house, and I think this last detail is the key. In this unlikely theory, my bet is that Jericho never died, Jericho was always there, but Sean was incapable to recognize him, because it ́s he who had the psychotic break, 'psychotic agnosia', catathymia or [Capgras delusion](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capgras

What helps you when you think your family member/loved one, is an imposter?

Technically it happened, yesterday, but I fell asleep before I could post. Anyhow, I was bored and scrolling through YouTube when I clicked on a old Game Theory video where he mentioned the capgras delusion. The more he explained, the more of my childhood and middle school years flashed in my head. The distance I put between myself and my family, being so depressed that I put off bathing (yeah, gross I know). I remembered it all stemmed from me thinking that my family was replaced by imposters that were only sent to watch me. Don't ask what made me special. I just thought that every day I would wake up in a new house with a new family, and if I looked at them long enough, I could see through the masks and look at the real people underneath. Everytime I would talk to my family, their responses wouldn't seem normal, just off. It put me on edge, not being able to trust my family, knowing that the people who shared a house with me were only there to observe me and didn't care for me at all.

And it only stopped when I got tired, because ain't nobody got time for that. I was sorta like f it, I don't care if everyone is fake or if I can see a world underneath the illusion. So I cut my hair before high school, started taking regular showers, and now I'm doing pretty good. My mom was both shocked and amused when I told her, because she noticed my distance, but thought I was just being weird. Though to give her credit, I still am. But yeah, that's what happened, sometimes I do struggle with people and sometimes see other places underneath reality, but it's cool since I know it's imagination.

TL;DR I found out I had capgras delusion for most of my childhood and nobody knew. My mom thought I was just being weird, but I've gotten over it, although I still hallucinate vividly to this day.

It’s the delusion that someone close to you has been replaced by an identical imposter. This always happens to me when I’m either severely manic or depressed and become psychotic.

Anyone else relate?

My mom (70) was recently diagnosed with Alzheimer's. Over the past year she had some memory and absent mindedness that my family and I contributed to normal aging. A few months ago she had a noticeable decline. The most noticeable was after my oldest sister left my parent's house after a visit my mom asked my dad "who was that woman?" My dad finally arranged for various doctor's appointments. Since then my mom has developed Capgras delusion (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capgras_delusion). She thinks my dad has been replaced with an imposter that looks exactly like him. At one point my "fake dad" left and my "real dad" came back. Oddly that was right after my dad accidentally hit himself in the head with an attic ladder and has a huge gash on his forehead. However, my "real dad" left again after being back for a few weeks and the fake one is here again. My mom ranges from calling him a nice man and saying he cooks very well to saying she wishes he would leave and her real husband would come back. The thing my siblings, dad and I are struggling with is that with Capgras you're supposed to try to enter the delusion. Telling her "no, that's the man you've been married to for almost 50 years" only confuses and upsets her. We've all been telling my mom that her husband will be home soon and try to change the subject but we don't know what to say beyond that or how to help her when she gets upset. Does anyone have any advice or experience with Capgras?

From Wikipedia: "Capgras delusion is a psychiatric disorder in which a person holds a delusion that a friend, spouse, parent, or other close family member (or pet) has been replaced by an identical impostor."

When I was 14, the psychosis known as Capgras Delusion destroyed my family.

My mother started showing the classic symptoms after a season at my uncle’s farm, on an isolated place in the mountains. She didn’t tell anybody, but we knew she had tuberculosis.

When she came back, her body was restored to health, and it was her mind that started to crumble.

She strongly refused to be in any room that my father was in, and screamed at him, absolutely sure that he was a lookalike, a double, a demonic doppelganger even. She claimed he was missing a tiny scar between his left ring finger and pinky.

He wasn’t allowed anywhere near her, and she accused me and Jennifer, my older sister, of either being too dumb to realize the truth or being in cahoots with the shapeshifter who replaced our father. Maybe we weren’t ourselves either.

This madness went on for a few weeks; the three of us indulged her, but none took her claims seriously.

Until, of course, the day that Jennifer and I came home from school to a nightmarish view. Dad, bleeding copiously on the floor, unconscious, his uneven breath being the only sign that he was still alive; and mom, sitting by her favorite chair, shotgun in hand, welcoming us with a deranged smile and screams of “I saved us!”

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Dad was only able to survive because Jennifer had just gotten her driver’s license and we made it home earlier, by car instead of by foot. We saved him in the nick of the time.

On a teenager’s life, getting your license is usually a milestone of freedom; but for my sister, the day she first drove us to school and then back home was the day her life ended.

After having to call the cops on her own mother, as my slightly stronger boy arms held our old lady until help arrived, Jenny became the head of our household. At 16, she diligently looked after our paralytic father for the next 40 years until he died from old age.

I had long drifted away from my origins, unable to bear witnessing how my mother had destroyed both Jennifer and dad. But I had to be there for my sister on his funeral.

“56 is too old to start a life of my own”, Jenny stated shyly, as I made her a strong Irish coffee after the service and asked what’s the plan now.

She still lived on our old neighborhood, though on a different house from the one where our mother spent her last days as a free woman.

Being there brought back awful memories, like waking up to the police un

Have any of you achieved a Capgras Delusion quest?

Then why is it that I only find empty husks in their bed whenever there’s a storm?

When I was 14, the psychosis known as Capgras Delusion destroyed my family.

My mother started showing the classic symptoms after a season at my uncle’s farm, on an isolated place in the mountains. She didn’t tell anybody, but we knew she had tuberculosis.

When she came back, her body was restored to health, and it was her mind that started to crumble.

She strongly refused to be in any room that my father was in, and screamed at him, absolutely sure that he was a lookalike, a double, a demonic doppelganger even. She claimed he was missing a tiny scar between his left ring finger and pinky.

He wasn’t allowed anywhere near her, and she accused me and Jennifer, my older sister, of either being too dumb to realize the truth or being in cahoots with the shapeshifter who replaced our father. Maybe we weren’t ourselves either.

This madness went on for a few weeks; the three of us indulged her, but none took her claims seriously.

Until, of course, the day that Jennifer and I came home from school to a nightmarish view. Dad, bleeding copiously on the floor, unconscious, his uneven breath being the only sign that he was still alive; and mom, sitting by her favorite chair, shotgun in hand, welcoming us with a deranged smile and screams of “I saved us!”

____________________________________

Dad was only able to survive because Jennifer had just gotten her driver’s license and we made it home earlier, by car instead of by foot. We saved him in the nick of the time.

On a teenager’s life, getting your license is usually a milestone of freedom; but for my sister, the day she first drove us to school and then back home was the day her life ended.

After having to call the cops on her own mother, as my slightly stronger boy arms held our old lady until help arrived, Jenny became the head of our household. At 16, she diligently looked after our paralytic father for the next 40 years until he died from old age.

I had long drifted away from my origins, unable to bear witnessing how my mother had destroyed both Jennifer and dad. But I had to be there for my sister on his funeral.

“56 is too old to start a life of my own”, Jenny stated shyly, as I made her a strong Irish coffee after the service and asked what’s the plan now.

She still lived on our old neighborhood, though on a different house from the one where our mother spent her last days as a free woman.

Being there brought back awful memories, like waking up to the police u