Munchhausen Puns

Without going into to much detail, I’m a trauma nurse and the spouse has injury that does not correlate to the story given by the wife. The patient wouldn’t look at us or appropriately answer questions. He’s in and out of confusion but he did tell an MD “she did this to me” so an aps report was made and he later said he didn’t remember what happened. We keep our patients for an eternity and it’s been a month since he’s been admitted.i had him on day 3 and my gut was telling me she did this. now after all of this time everyone on the unit has had a chance to have them and they feel the same. She says and does so many strange things that I can’t even list it all. Again without giving to much detail yesterday i was called into the room where he was acting strange, pupils dilated and guppy breathing. We called his team he briefly coded and we got him back. nothing makes sense. Basically none of his labs and tests indicate a real solid reason. He has a sick heart and he’s old. So it could very well be just something that happened but it seems very strange. Oh we gave him narcan and he became responsive before the intubation and code. The only thing he had was norco earlier that day.

Update: management is aware and they can’t have the door closed. I spoke to the md and all tests are normal and there’s no reason why he should have coded and nothing to explain his symptoms before the code. Yet he’s intubated/sedated on levo with a very labile bp. Wife still getting him agitated tho by messing with him and was told to keep the lights dim and stay off him. Still unsure why she’s not kicked out.

Stacey constantly is making/helping Darcey be emotionally “sick”. You don’t have to be physical sick.She gets so much attention from being the one that helps Darcey though everything. Then something good happens and Stacey snatched it away from Darcey.

I’m sitting on my couch crying right now, which I realize might seem like a really ridiculous reaction to what happened, but it caught me really off guard and hurt my feelings.

I wasn’t asking to be diagnosed, or breaking any rules that I know of. I posted on the sub because a very specific Neuro problem I was diagnosed with as a kid has gotten significantly worse than I was told it would. I have other Neuro related disorders, and this issue always seems to get lost in the “more important” stuff to focus on by my doctors.

I posted hoping that someone on that sub had experienced my progression of symptoms and might have some sort of insight. Almost immediately after, the mod (only mod of a small sub) posted a long winded rant about how to handle the issue of people with Munchhausen’s/ hypochondria posting on the sub.

They described me as having a “ridiculously implausible list of 85 self diagnosed issues”.

I am only 29, and have spent at least 20 years of my life being “that patient”. I get more and more tired every time I am told by doctors how “rare” some of my diagnosed issues are, especially when combined. It’s not “cool” or a badge of honor. I’m miserable.

I was just looking for support, and got mocked by the mod without even asking me anything about myself. I commented on the post asking if they were talking about me, and they commented back and owned up to it, but then told me it was because of my “laundry list” of issues and my post history with comments about things I “think I have”, and told me I sound like a hypochondriac or have Munchhausen’s. Then quickly banned me so other users couldn’t see my post or history.

I’m only active in subs where I have been “officially” diagnosed. These aren’t even things that are diagnosed symptomatically or based of physical exam, I have MRI’s, EEG’s, EMG’s and genetic testing based diagnosis.

I have spent the majority of my life sick, in pain, scared, and resentful of my body. So much time spent defending myself to doctors, having one specialist question another specialist’s previous diagnosis, redoing diagnostics, being diagnosed with different versions of the same issues.

Reddit has been my safe place. I don’t know what I would do without the support of a lot of great health related subs on here and finding others who “finally understand”.

I’m just so tired, and so disappointed.

If you're still a Christian, I'm sorry if this may offend you but it's not a new argument by any means, just my way of seeing it especially after observing the effects of psychiatric illness in people that I know.

Yesterday's Watchtower made the statement "First, meditate on how much Jehovah has forgiven you. (Matt. 18:32, 33) We do not deserve his forgiveness, but he offers it freely."

It's the perfect recipe for codependence. Create an imaginary sickness (sin) and convince people they were born with it. Make them think that normal and harmless thoughts, feelings, and actions are "sinful" and the result of this "dreadful condition." On top of that, make their lives miserable with unnecessary rules or mutilate them (circumcision) in the name of a deity.

Create a "cure" that will be delivered after death and charge money for it (tithing) as long as a person lives. Or portray it as a "free gift" but with the stipulation that one must slave their whole life away for it. Is it a "free gift" if you have to work it off like a never-ending debt? It's especially convenient that no one can ask for their money or time back after death.

Meanwhile, cover up, ignore, or justify the worst of crimes such as genocide (Israel and Caanan, Amalek), incest (Abraham and Sarah, Lot and his daughters), and pedophilia (every organized religion).

Now I see why we are warned against "independent thinking". It's dangerous, especially to institutions that rely on emotional manipulation to keep followers and their money coming in. Also, TheraminTrees had a great video in the same line of thought. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRbnws-zITg

I stumbled across this docu-series on Hulu. Accused -guilty or innocent. (Highly recommend the series.) But I want to know everyone’s opinion on this case!

The second episode highlights a woman named Danita Tutt from Texas who was being accused of attempted murder and child neglect of her 13 year old son who was chronically ill. They sited Munchhausen‘s by proxy as the reasoning and a hospice nurse was the main accuser.

The episode really only highlighted her side of it and painted her in a very favorable light however I looked further into it myself and I still think she’s innocent. Nothing about her case that I’ve found looks guilty to me, and I used to work in a pediatric ICU with really sick kiddos and their families like this one. Danita seems like a typical loving and attentive mother.

Anyone follow this case or watch the documentary? I want to know what everyone thinks!

**** spoiler alert****

Mom was found unanimously guilty by the jury and is eligible for parole next year.

Throwaway, details have been changed for privacy.

As a kid, one of my first ever real friends was a girl who we'll call Sarah. I trusted her with everything and thought we'd be best friends forever.

Over the years though, she started getting more and more obsessed with the fact that I was struggling with mental illness and that I was neurodivergent. She constantly infantilized me, like saying I'm a dumb baby, introducing me to other people by saying I'm "slow" and mentally stunted, making me seem incompetent and like I don't actually understand what's going on around me, etc. She has a lot of family members with schizophrenia and was eventually diagnosed with it herself, and even though I clearly don't have it, I also happen to have a family history, so she constantly tried to convince me I was schiziphenic. When I was really depressed and anxious as a teen Sarah used my unrelated mental illness symptoms as "proof" that I was severely schizophrenic, and any time I tried to argue she said I was so delusional I didn't even realize I was mentally ill. She said I was so far in denial about being schizophrenic that thinking I was normal and healthy became part of my delusion. She would say things that I knew weren't true about myself or the world, then when I disagreed she'd reinforce the fact that I was so caught up in my crippling schizophrenia that I was totally out of touch with reality.

We fought often, and every single time she would find a way to make me feel guilty and apologize by shunning and blocking me, publicly shaming me, stuff like that. I never thought anything of it because she completely convinced me that I was genuinely mentally incompetent and out of touch with reality. To me, she was like a god, she could never ever be wrong, and every bad emotion she felt was my fault. I never thought of her badly in any way, it never occurred to me that she could ever make mistakes or be in the wrong or that I could know more or better than her.

She was obsessed with me, she constantly acted like my mother and treated me like a child to spoil. She frequently spoke to me in a baby voice, and did it more and more as time went on. Part of her obsession with me was also romantic/sexual. I don't think she had actual feelings for me, but when she realized I was starting to become an adult and independent from her, she really amped up the obsessive stuff. She constantly tried to kiss me on the lips and touch me even when I said no, and always held my hand

Note: The word "retardation" is used in this post meaning the medical term only.

For a while I have had in possession an envelope marked "S. Divorced Medical Records." I stole it from my Ndad's place when I moved out and didn't get around to reading it all. I read the reports from my pediatrician starting at a young age, 6 I think? and that was it.

The end of June I finally went through the whole thing and everything at school made sense. Why I was treated so poorly, why all my teachers treated me like I was slow, why CPS were told I had Asperger's syndrome.

My Nmom told everyone I had it when I was never diagnosed.

So I got in touch with the administration at my old schools where I grew up and requested my records. All of them, all of my IEP records and evaluations starting from preschool. I got them all yesterday.

My Nmom had me psychologically evaluated early and made sure to bring it up early that my Ndad has a family history of depression and my Nmom's side had a family history of "being shy." If you ask me, what she meant by "being shy" was "a pattern of abuse to keep my child quiet." So I was seen as the shy kid for no reason from the beginning.

My IQ was tested when I was 7 and my IQ was Borderline at 78. So my Nmom had me extensively tested for mental retardation/disabilities. To her dissatisfaction, I was never diagnosed with a learning disability, ASD, or any type of mental retardation including Fragile X syndrome. She fought those answers and had me diagnosed with ADHD-PI (known back then as ADD) probably abusing me at home so I would show symptoms of it so she can get me medicated. And I was, I was on Adderall from 9-12 and Concerta at 13. Every year I was on Adderall, she had my dosage increased. From 10mg, to 15mg, to 20mg, all because she wanted a pill to make me do better in school, along with the constant bullying and abuse at home. Every time my Nmom brought me in complaining about the side effects, my dosage was increased. THE FUCK?

I had an IEP forever due to my speech. She wanted me tested for mental disabilities because I was born with a stutter and she could not for the life of her know why it never got better. Maybe it was because I spoke at 1,000WPM because every fucking time I tried to talk to her or in a group I was talked over and shushed and all I wanted was to GET MY FUCKING WORD IN. Ahem, suffice to say, after kindergarten the speech "therapy" was subpar, if anything. None of the "therapists" and "pathologists

Munchhausen signs and symptoms

Here is a link to the signs/clues of Munchhausens and from what we can see Debbie doesn't have any of these signs. The worst case cenereo is that Debbie is sabotaging recovery, enabling, or ever encouraging unhealthy behavior. This is the WORST case.

Even in this case it isn't munchhausens because her mother would be going to doctors, messing with test results and lieing about Eugenia's condition so she would need to go into care even if she didn't need to.

In fact, Eugenina's mom is doing the opposite of Munchhausens. Eugenia needs to go to a doctor but I seriously doubt shes been to one in a long time. Her mom tells Eugenia shes okay, when she is actually very sick. Often times those who are the victims of Munchhauses by proxy don't even know that their illnesses aren't real. Eugenia is denying she has a problem, not thinking she has one when she doesn't.

Also, I don't even know how you would convince someone to starve themselves. You could bully someone into it maybe, or lock them in a basement and not feed them, but again even in this case its not Munchhausen. If she was locking her in a basement it would be torture, and a psychotic thing to do, but its still not Munchhausens.

I feel like the more we spread around misinformation the more Eugenia and people like Eugenia wont take us seriously. Ive been seeing this rumor going on for a long time, but it simply isn't true. A lot of weird things are going on but this isn't one of them. I believe this diagnosis is incorrect.

I know this has sort of come up but it seems to be coming out more and more how Tylee was in the hospital regularly for stomach pains. It reminds me of the Dee Dee Blanchard case (see the movie The Act). The mom poisoned her daughter and told her she was sick and made her act sick so mom could get attention and money and free things. The daughter eventually had her boyfriend kill her mom. But it sounds like Lori was possibly slowly poisoning her in hopes of garnering attention, similar to that case. And we all know how greedy and hung up on money she is. I hope investigators are looking back through Tylee's hospital records too.

Hey there Reddit, I write this post because I believe that my room mate is suffering from Munchhausen syndrome. Here is some background info on what has been transpiring. I moved into a new appartment a month ago with 3 room mates in total. I get along with the girl who lives here very well, one room mate is the majority of the time not here due to his university having switched to digital lectures and spending his time with his girlfriend who lives in another city and then theres the room mate that I'm having problems with.

He is showing typical signs of depression, having a messed up sleep schedule and pretty much only leaving his room in order to go to friends and partying. He barely participates in any of the responsibilities around the appartment and is either sleeping the entire day or binge drinking during the night.

In the last two weeks my quality of life took quite the hit because after binge drinking the entire night he invited his drinking companions in the very early morning hours to come over and continue partying at our place. Due to this I've had three rude awakenings in those early hours without a chance to fall back asleep since there is a whole troop of people putting on loud music and yelling around. I don't want to interact with people that I don't know and that I do not care for and I can't live my life normally if they spend the entire day at our appartment continuing their excessive lifestyle. The third time he pulled this was yesterday. Eventually my partying room mate went to sleep some time at noon yesterday and hasn't really emerged after more than 24 hours. The living room and kitchen were a fucking mess and I didn't intend on cleaning any of that stuff up, but had to buckle today since I need the kitchen obviously to make food and couldn't stand the mess and alcoholic stench lingering around. The couch in the living room got wrecked and I know that the party troop ended up smoking in our living room even though we have a balcony as designated smoking place.

Now I'll get to my suspicion why I believe that he is suffering from Munchhausen syndrome. Before he went to sleep I met him on the balcony when I went for a smoke myself. I didn't confront him directly because I didn't want to make a scene while other people were there and wanted to talk to him once he was sober. While being outside he opened up to me about him suffering from a brain tumor and that he is living this excessive lifestyle due to this and that he just c

Darren was a pale, timid kid. He'd always have his meds and inhaler with him wherever he went. His mother was the complete opposite. She was large and fat. Kind of ugly too. She always reminded me of a witch. She scared the living daylights out of eight year old me.

Everytime I would come to pick up Darren to play, she would scowl at me in the most hateful of ways. Standing on her porch waiting for Darren to come out while this mountain of a woman was towering above me always felt like I was standing in a courtroom, the mean, beady-eyed judge snarling down at me. Relief would only set in when Darren would finally squeeze his skinny body past her through the doorway and we would run off to the playground together. I don't remember ever meeting his dad.

I was never really able to remember Darren's mom's name. It was a longer one, foreign, I think. It never really caught her attention seeing as I tried to avoid her anyways, but it did bother me. Whenever Darren would remind me of it, it'd only take five minutes for me to forget it again. Sooner or later, I took up a habit of simply calling her what my parents and most of the other adults called her when referring to her.

"Hey, who's that kid in our yard?" my dad would ask.

"That's Darren. The son of the lady who lives down the street. You know, in that smaller brick building," my mom would answer.

"Oh," my dad would shoot her a knowing look and then add, "Mrs Munchhausen."

Mrs Munchhausen.

I don't know why, but that stuck. I knew it wasn't her real name. Part of me wondered why mom and dad called her that, but I never questioned it. As a kid of that age, you've got other things on your mind. I guess I was just happy to finally know a way to refer to her. I started using the name Mrs Munchhausen quite frequently, never in front of her though. I was careful not to.

One day, it was the last week of summer holidays, I made my way over to Darren's place, like I had done so many times before. I rang the doorbell, listened to the heavy stomping footsteps of Mrs Munchhausen approach from inside and the door being unlocked.

"What do you want?" she barked.

"Is Darren home?" I asked politely, just like I had so many times before.

Mrs Munchhausen opened the door fully. She now wore a satisfied sneer on her face. "Yes, he is. But he doesn't want to see you anymore."

"W-what?" I was puzzled. Darren was my friend. Why wouldn't he want to see me? Was he mad at me?

"You heard me right. He says you're a shi

When I was 8, my father married my step-mother. They met because she worked at the hospital that he went to for treatment for a heart issue. She was a phlebotomist, though she quit working after they got married. This is key here.

She used to surprise us (me and younger sibling) with blood work first thing in the morning, at the breakfast table before school. Imagine sitting a 4 and 8 year old down at the table to stick them with needles with no warning, right before shoving us out for the bus.

She used to prick our feet because we "were babies and wouldn't let her prick our fingers." None of us have ever had diabetes. It doesn't run in our family. She had no reason to be doing any of that.

She had me diagnosed with Eczema at age 9, based on chicken pox scarring. My sibling suffered from a dairy sensitivity as a kid and had constant tummy trouble that she treated with mineral oil in orange juice and prunes/juice while not only NOT cutting out the triggers, but demanding that we both drink a glass of skim milk with every meal. She absolutely knew what was causing it (because when it wasn't meal time, sibling was scolded for eating cheese).

I had chronic UTIs as a kid (and now IC as an adult) and she used that knowledge to watch us in the bathroom, or burst in on us while showering, or demanding we shower with her so that she could make sure we were "clean."

She never seemed to desire the attention from having two kids with health "issues," she never "Woe is me!" or anything... but if she had ANY reason to "treat" us for something, you better believe she was going to take that opportunity with great glee.

Anyway, I guess my question is, would this be considered something like Munchhausen by Proxy, or just a sick and twisted psycho?

((PS: She's dead, so it doesn't really matter one way or another NOW, but it's been on my mind lately, so I figured I'd get it out there.))

Clue - baron munchhausen is not in the film, it’s just an (uncommon?) way of saying the person’s story sounds too extreme to be true

Clue 2 - it takes place about 100 years ago

Clue 3 - the French are a nasty bunch

My dad is a chronic Alcoholic, his Alcoholism is very very bad and has gotten worse over the past 2 years, he has shown a great level of cognitive decline and has started showing traits of Dementia.

He lives with his wife and is in a very toxic marriage, he himself is also pretty toxic and uses psychical violence.

He is constantly draining the healthcare system by frequently visiting the ER and calling the emergency number over small issues, he has pretended to faint so much times only for medics to give him some sort of care, most of them do tests and all of the tests are good, he visits a hospital 3-4 times per month for no reason, just yesterday he was coughing a little and immediately called the ambulance and said he had the coronavirus, he went to the ER AGAIN, and took a Covid test. He has also lied and said he has had mini strokes, heart attacks, but this is untrue. He once got into a fight and was punched on the arm, he fell down and pretended to have a concussion, again this test also came back negative

I truly believe my dad has a severe personality disorder or dementia.

Will the hospital take notes of his visits? will the medical staff eventually figure out that he is suffering from mental illness and not anything psychical?

They need to know what they're truly dealing with, the ER does not exist as a stage for him to mock them by faking illness.

It's abuse strictly done to garner attention. There isn't "rapist syndrome" or "bank robber syndrome" or "conman syndrome". These are acts of pure selfishness, and to even grant these monsters the idea they "just have a mental disorder" is ridiculous. It's abuse, horrific abuse, and nothing more. It often hurts children and elderly, you know, the most vulnerable people in our society. These people are a disease and shouldn't see the light of day. They should be labeled as horrific monsters, just like rapists and murderers, because that's what they are.

I've been spiralling pretty hard lately as I found out recently that a close family friend believes I have Munchhausens by proxy. My first instinct was denial and anger and overwhelm and fear and pain and I can't seem to find any resources about victim experiences that aren't really extreme, so I have no comparisons to figure out if it could be a possibility.

I almost went and tried to call the person straight away and demand them to show evidence... And I feel hurt that they must have realised I was like that and never said anything to me. Then I realised that there wasn't really anything they could have said... But still.

I don't know how to move forward from here. I'm going to ask my pysch about it and see if I can get tested, but then again maybe I shouldnt say anything because I'm worried they might think I'm exaggerating what my childhood was like as it surely wasn't that bad.

They can't have been that bad.

I don't have a single memory of my mum hugging me. I remember flinching away from her holding my hand, because it was so weird, and I remember my dad hitting me when I was little, and being shouted and yelled at when I was depressed and had glandular fever (which they didn't believe that I had, they thought I was lazy and useless on purpose because I just couldn't be bothered to do anything in life as it was too much effort, until I got into a screaming match with mum and forced her to take me to the doctor and they confirmed it.

From what I've read, people who get Munchausens go to the doctor a lot, and I mean I did sometimes but that's because I have eczema which was pretty bad and lots of allergies and asthma and stuff. The only possible medical negligence that I can remember is why I switched doctors from my childhood family doctor to another guy, was because my iron levels were at 17 and she told me to just eat more red meat.

They didn't break anything, they didn't make me bleed. They fed and clothed me and sent me to school, I should be grateful right?

I don't know how to feel.

What if they really did convince me to be sick?

I don't know what to do.

Please, if anyone has any advice I'd love to hear it.

Is there an equivalent psychology term for something akin to emotional Munchhausen by Proxy?

I’m a school administrator dealing with a parent that seems to always create conflict with school staff that positions HER against THEM. She thrives on it. It’s happened with dozens of staff members across multiple years. This parent cannot exist without conflict. I have this theory that a large part of her identify is “Defender of her child against the forces of evil”, so she’s constantly painting school staff as evil.

I’m wondering if there’s a clinical term for that?

FYI, this is a repost. I wanted to repost after deleting because Mil is still pursuing us, despite being no contact for 7 months and I know I’ll need more advice. I figured my history would be relevant.

Keep in mind I was raised in the south with where the culture is to respect your elders. I was also raised in a very religious home where you honor your father and mother. On top of that, I’m a B type personality. I hate conflict and am a peacemaker by nature. That’s what I tell myself anyways when I recall how much I allowed Mil to get away with.

12 years ago I’m going to vague-ish here. My Dd1 is a preteen now, but at 5 months old she had to have surgery to correct something. It was a big deal but not immediately life threatening. Lots of prenatal specialist visit while I was still pregnant, MRIs after she was born, etc. If not fixed, she’d lose an organ and it was already in not great shape. The surgery would fix it, Dd1 should never have any problems again, and organ would heal. After the surgery and all the follow ups, the dr said only bring her back if she starts getting a lot of “common infection”. Dd1 has never TO THIS DAY had a “common infection.” We told mil about it at the time but I don’t remember her being concerned or coming to hospital or even to visit afterwards.

7 years ago Dd1 was as healthy as a horse. Seven years old. Mil was acting crazy as always. This time she was obsessed with taking dd1 back to BIGCITY to see the specialist. She called and texted DH over and over trying to convince us to take her. She even suggested we make a big day out of it. We’ll have dd1 checked up at Drs, then do something fun and eat out, it’ll be family day! We were polite and kind about it our no’s. We explained to her that dd was healthy. How the dr said no need to bring her back unless issues arise. Mil wasn’t listening. She even broke down crying, begging us to take dd to the dr, even yelled/lamented “she’s going to die!” DH asked her why she thinks that. She said that the Drs left a stent in dd1 and she would die if they didn’t get it out. We explained that there was no stent in dd. We thought that whole fiasco was over.

I don’t remember how long after all that, but it wasn’t too long, MILs sister called my husband. (I, to this day, have never met her) He refused tell me what she said. DH has never talked to her the whole 9 years we’d been together at that point so I was hella suspicious. So, I decided to call up Ail and ask her what was going o

I was unsure where to post this - I would love to hear anyone’s thoughts on this, as it’s a kind of unusual situation to me, and I would like to hear if anyone’s experienced something similar.

At my work, we have a colleague who has a high frequency of electronic devices not working. She’s been here for a few months, and while she’s competent in her field, she’s also generally a little difficult working with (stubborn, demanding, hard time following agreed procedures).

I think there’s something strange about her having so many tech issues. A few weeks after she began, her PC dock was apparently not working, so we replaced it. Recently, she claimed that her noise cancelling headphones (we provide a gross salary agreement where people can buy a nice set of headphones) had issues charging and none of the settings on it worked. I tested them, and everything was working perfectly. And now she says her SIM card keeps on oxydising, and she has had to clean it several times over the past couple of months.

She is by far the only colleague who has issues (and so many issues) with her things. I can’t think of anyone else experiencing problems, apart from the colleague who tilted on his bike and crashed his work computer. I particularly get suspicious when I can’t replicate the issues she’s experiencing.

What is going on with her? Is she cursed? Is it some strange ploy for attention? Is she just super unlucky?

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This post is part of my attempt to watch every Terry Gilliam film, here I am posting my review for each one. ( I had already seen Brazil before starting this and it's one of the best films I have ever seen: 10/10) This film is probably the one with the highest budget so far, with explosions left right and center. It feels like an epic, with all those crazy battle sequences. The diverse cinematography was stunning yet again as the Baron went to many different adventurous places. It's always great to see Robin Williams in a movie and this was no exception. His character was so strange, I still can't get to grips with the idea of having a detachable head that still feels the body.

I had no idea where the film was going but I enjoyed the ride. Yet again the ending was strange,>! he died, never mind... it was all a story, actually it all happened.!< I think we are meant to be confused as Munchhausen is obviously a confusing person.

Overall I would rate this film: 8/10

I have looked up many things in my notes, online and in books, and I feel that everyplace has slightly different or overlapping definitions and I do not understand how to differentiate. Thank you.

Being transgender really, really sucks. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. The transgender suicide rate is around 40%, and the stress from it can lead to all sorts of other mental disorders on top of that. But because it sucks so much to be transgender, and because it relies so heavily on self-identification, it's attracted a lot of non-trans people with Munchhausen syndrome.

This is a huge problem in the trans community. The goal of actual trans people is greater acceptance, but the goal of these Munchhausen types is to be oppressed as much as possible. Like, they actively seek out oppression, so they can play the victim, and get sympathy or whatever. As a result, they act like complete tools, and make the rest of us look terrible by comparison, in their quest for oppression as a means of gaining sympathy.

As someones who's actually MtF transgender, I can recognize these types a mile away, but there's no single defining trait that you can recognize them by. So I put together a list of criteria similar to the way the DSM (psychology diagnostic manual) diagnoses other mental disorders.

#Criteria for transgender-specific factitious disorder imposed on self:

These criteria are less important, and each one adds +1 to their score:

• Little interest in clothing and makeup, for MtF trans-identifying.
• Hates Jordan Peterson with a passion.
• Uses the term "dysphoria" in really nonspecific contexts.
• Is not on hormones, and has no interest in ever going on hormones.

These criteria are moderately indicative, and add +2 to their score:

• Little to no interest in support groups.
• Comes out really publicly, as opposed to gradually.
• Prefers to air all their transgender-related thoughts publicly, in a way that's easily tied to their real-life identity, on social media or on a blog.
• Has filed transgender discrimination lawsuits, or talks a lot about filing them.

These criteria are strongly indicative, and add +3 to their score:

• Complains a lot about transgender oppression.
• Identifies more strongly as "trans" than as any gender.
• Seemingly no sense of shame.
• No sense of humor, or a very rehearsed sense of humor.

Basically, you calculate the maximum possible score, and if they score over half of that, then they're probably faking it for so

I am bipolar, and have recently begun talk therapy to supplement my medication therapy. Today we talked a lot about my mother. After a few minutes of me describing her, and what growing up with her was like, my therapist said "What you're describing is textbook Factitious Disorder." I'd never heard of that before, so after the session I took to Google and discovered that FD is the newer terminology for Munchhausen Syndrome by Proxy.

My mother's relationship with illness and medical attention has always been fucked up. She fakes illness to get pity, and when she has people in her care she fakes their symptoms to get more dramatic diagnoses, so that she can play the martyr and humble-brag about how she takes care of them. When we (my sister and I) were growing up she was obsessed with us being sick... two years in a row during elementary school I was almost held back because I missed too many days due to doctor's appointments. She would take us to every doctor in driving range in order to find a suitably dramatic diagnosis.

But Munchhausen? That's the thing that makes crazy women kill their babies. It feels surreal to think of her in that way. She definitely used us to get medical attention, but she never harmed us intentionally (that I know of).

I haven't spoken to my mother in years, but I know she is currently working as an "elder-care provider". In light of what my therapist said, I feel like I need to do something to protect the people she "cares" for. But I don't know where to begin, or if I should even involve myself at this point. My mother would deny everything to her dying breath, and I have nothing but my therapist's opinion, and even that is based on what I said (I doubt my therapist would consider her words a true diagnosis, because she's never seen/treated my mother).

I know it's not narcissism, but I'm I guess just hoping someone out there has a similar experience or has some advice about wtf I should do now.

I've always struggled with putting my experience into words, but finally was able to with this. Long read but my boyfriend said I should share this.

How to figure out you were medically abused as a child:

1. Suspect. You’ve always known something was off, but you can never seem to put it into words well enough for anybody around you to understand. You are a child, after all, and you don’t even know what emotional abuse is, let alone medical abuse. You don’t have bruises so you’re fine, right? That’s what your parents say, you’re just being dramatic and ungrateful and you need to calm down and why can’t you be easy like the other kids?
2. Take lots of medicine and trust your mom. While you know that other kids don’t have more medicine in their pill organizer than their grandparents, you also know that there’s something wrong with you and you have to take these pills to fix it. In less words, that’s what mom says, that’s what the psychiatrist says. You don’t know why you’re constantly so difficult but you don’t want to take the pills anymore. They make you feel groggy and you’re gaining so much weight and Mom keeps changing if you take them in the morning or night or split them up or start an old prescription again or up your dosage, just half a pill, because it doesn’t seem like this is working, you’re still being difficult. None of your siblings have this issue, why can’t you just be good like them?
3. Physical symptoms. You’re gaining more weight. You tell your mom and your doctor you don’t like the way this medicine makes you feel. They say you’re obese, that your diet is bad, that you need to be more active. You don’t know how to say that you feel tired and groggy and exhausted all the time because you just start sobbing out of frustration. What is wrong with you? Those words echo in your mind in your mother’s voice, but eventually fade into your own. What is wrong with you? Why does it feel hopeless to fix it? Nobody can hear you because you don’t even have the vocabulary to express what is happening. You feel so controlled, suppressed, puppeted, hopeless. You are not your own. You’re a minor, you can’t leave, you can’t say no, you can’t stop it. You just have to wait, you tell yourself. Eventually, you’ll be able to control your own body, your own life.
4. You’re obese. Childhood obesity, they say, and you know it’s a side effect from the medicine but nobody listens, they say it’s puberty. You get made fun of, a lot. By your siblings, your mom, the

Hello, I am on outside observer of this situation but close enough if I call I can be identified. There is a mother I know who recently moved to a new state. She is making her children sick and saying her son's were diagnosed with asthma and other health issues. I know asthma may not be the worst thing to lie about, but they have been prescribed medications and I truly think that they are experienced breathing issues by her hand. She was able to get them albuterol and other medications on their first appointments in PA, by stating the doctor's here diagnosed them and they were lost in the move.

It worries me because not only is she giving medications they don't need, but she is doing so to have reason to not comply with a visitation order with the boys' dad. She will let them get really sick the week of their visitation and take them to the emergency room a couple hours before drop off then schedule a follow up for the next day so he doesn't get his time with them. What are the legal ramifications if I get involved and how can I help them states away? Thank you

I have searched for alternate systems, but have found nothing notable.

Here's a long one for ya.

I'm ranting because I'm in the middle of this situation.

I am a senior in college about to graduate in the spring and expect to be financially independent at that time. My problem is NMom (Dad's cool). I'll keep some of the specifics out to keep anonymity.

Looking through this sub (I'm new) makes me see patterns in my own childhood that resemble Munchausen by Proxy via NMom. I was made to go through the familiar rounds of one-too-many tests and subsequent odd home remedies for sudo-scientific conditions. Also, rules were enforced somewhat arbitrarily, and I do remember the "rages" that others on this sub describe when I would make a small mistake or other trigger. These were particularly bad in a period when we were in a tough spot financially. However, while I and realize that these symptoms are a bit troubling, they were light enough that I was willing to dismiss them as quirks.

The issue now is with my brother, who is now late highschool aged. He has autism (confirmed), and my mother is the one who took over his care and treatment. At first it was normal, as we were able to work him up to a relatively high-functioning state through careful education and a good home while others suggested we place him in an institution and leave him there. Over the years, however, NMom began taking him farther and farther out to more and more remote doctors for increasingly unorthodox treatments. A few months after one such particularly strange treatment, she began developing conspiracy theories about the doctors we saw, and became convinced that my brother had been poisoned intentionally by one of them due to a slight dip in his health.

It went downhill from there. The rate at which NMom scheduled doctors appointments increased dramatically. Her conversations with doctors became more strange, and when they tried to reject her sudo-scientific theories, she became angry and began fabricating stories about how they had been "pulled into the conspiracy." She began predicting the death of my brother every few months, predicting his "last summer" for two summers now. She latched on to a scan from one appointment that she claims "proves everything" even though doctors that look at it don't think it warrants much, if any, treatment at all.

The problem is that he does have a slight condition, which doctors have acknowledged, that is nonetheless far less severe than what she claims he has. Yet if we even dare suggest a small change in diet, exe

I'm looking for any significant resolution to this tri-lemma; I'm aware that it's on the list of unsolved problems in philosophy, however, I'm wondering what others thought about this particular problem.