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Bluelighter
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Derealization
Derealization.
The sense that the outside world isn't real.
Reality itself has been compromised.
Have you ever driven by the house you grew up in or a restaurant that holds special meaning?
Even the gas station you always went to when you lived at your old apartment...
Drive by there again and it isn't the same.
It doesn't spark any memories.
Sure, you can force yourself to remember details, but nothing volunteers itself.
And the details you recall hold no emotional significance.
You just don't care that you are looking at the place you met your girlfriend for the first time.
And that old bike trail you used to ride on, who cares...
Maybe its not the right trail anyways. What did that tree look like?
Damn landmarks are escaping you.
These are core features of memory.
And they add to the vibrancy of life.
They lend meaning to your memories, literally defining who you are.
When these familiar places are alien - then all of the outside world is questioned.
How do you know if everything around is real?
Perfect example:
I used to be afraid of heights.
All my life, since I was a little kid, standing at a ledge was sincerely nerve-wracking.
In part because I always felt like I could just jump.
My derealization was so severe that I stood 3 stories up and stared over a ledge.
I looked at the ground, waiting for that familiar tension to creep in.
Wishing it would.
No, even this familiar feeling would be denied.
I could climb higher and peer longer, but my endocrine system offered me nothing but melancholy.
I remember reading about some kids that actually jumped.
From buildings.
Because of Dp/Dr, caused by MDMA.
I understood why they did this.
Maybe on the way down, the fear would actually return.
Maybe for just a fleeting moment, they felt human again.
The suffering is so extreme that feeling 'normal' event for a fleeting moment before death, this can be worth it.
At least you would die as yourself in a real world.
Hmm.
Maybe a less grim aspect.
People weren't right to look at.
Their faces didn't make sense.
It's like the advanced software that we have to analyze and memorize a human face has been damaged.
I can force myself to see aspects of their face.
I can tell you what color the eyes and hair are, but even doing this might require major concentration.
And don't ask me to step back and see the face as a whole.
No, better to look down.
Eye contact is very surreal.
I just don't know what to do with faces.
Moving mouths....so confusing, irritating.
Flapping bags of skin....
Early on, people were almost two dimensional.
I mean this - card board cutouts!
Can you imagine looking at people and seeing no depth or thickness, only their height and width.
That's right.
Derealization means that when you talk to other people, you see card-board cutouts with faces you can't understand.
You don't want to look at them because it hurts your mind.
Yes, this card-board phenomena has been described in the medical literature by MDMA users seeing psychiatrists.
Can you imagine how easy it would be to look at a lifeless meaningless figure that you know is a human, and feel nothing?
I suddenly understood why all the school shootings seemed to involve SSRIs.
With such an empty grey view of other people, watching them die - causing them to die really wouldn't feel like what one expects.
Murder would actually be surreal.
Yes, I am saying that extreme violence comes easy to a person with a compromised serotonin transmission.
The endocrine response to everything is altered, so the brain doesn't push back. Maybe the sight is even amusing.
Maybe psychopaths dissociate like this.
Derealization is a dissociative disorder...
Nothing around you feels or looks real.
Derealization.
The sense that the outside world isn't real.
Reality itself has been compromised.
Have you ever driven by the house you grew up in or a restaurant that holds special meaning?
Even the gas station you always went to when you lived at your old apartment...
Drive by there again and it isn't the same.
It doesn't spark any memories.
Sure, you can force yourself to remember details, but nothing volunteers itself.
And the details you recall hold no emotional significance.
You just don't care that you are looking at the place you met your girlfriend for the first time.
And that old bike trail you used to ride on, who cares...
Maybe its not the right trail anyways. What did that tree look like?
Damn landmarks are escaping you.
These are core features of memory.
And they add to the vibrancy of life.
They lend meaning to your memories, literally defining who you are.
When these familiar places are alien - then all of the outside world is questioned.
How do you know if everything around is real?
Perfect example:
I used to be afraid of heights.
All my life, since I was a little kid, standing at a ledge was sincerely nerve-wracking.
In part because I always felt like I could just jump.
My derealization was so severe that I stood 3 stories up and stared over a ledge.
I looked at the ground, waiting for that familiar tension to creep in.
Wishing it would.
No, even this familiar feeling would be denied.
I could climb higher and peer longer, but my endocrine system offered me nothing but melancholy.
I remember reading about some kids that actually jumped.
From buildings.
Because of Dp/Dr, caused by MDMA.
I understood why they did this.
Maybe on the way down, the fear would actually return.
Maybe for just a fleeting moment, they felt human again.
The suffering is so extreme that feeling 'normal' event for a fleeting moment before death, this can be worth it.
At least you would die as yourself in a real world.
Hmm.
Maybe a less grim aspect.
People weren't right to look at.
Their faces didn't make sense.
It's like the advanced software that we have to analyze and memorize a human face has been damaged.
I can force myself to see aspects of their face.
I can tell you what color the eyes and hair are, but even doing this might require major concentration.
And don't ask me to step back and see the face as a whole.
No, better to look down.
Eye contact is very surreal.
I just don't know what to do with faces.
Moving mouths....so confusing, irritating.
Flapping bags of skin....
Early on, people were almost two dimensional.
I mean this - card board cutouts!
Can you imagine looking at people and seeing no depth or thickness, only their height and width.
That's right.
Derealization means that when you talk to other people, you see card-board cutouts with faces you can't understand.
You don't want to look at them because it hurts your mind.
Yes, this card-board phenomena has been described in the medical literature by MDMA users seeing psychiatrists.
Can you imagine how easy it would be to look at a lifeless meaningless figure that you know is a human, and feel nothing?
I suddenly understood why all the school shootings seemed to involve SSRIs.
With such an empty grey view of other people, watching them die - causing them to die really wouldn't feel like what one expects.
Murder would actually be surreal.
Yes, I am saying that extreme violence comes easy to a person with a compromised serotonin transmission.
The endocrine response to everything is altered, so the brain doesn't push back. Maybe the sight is even amusing.
Maybe psychopaths dissociate like this.
Derealization is a dissociative disorder...
Nothing around you feels or looks real.