Nicole Barrett76
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joined Sep 2009
I felt compelled to raise this question regarding hallucinations because my grandmother experienced them extensively before she passed away last Thursday. She had been quite disoriented for about a year leading up to her death. On one occasion, she believed she was being visited by a middle-aged woman with cognitive impairments who had been a longtime friend of hers. Even after the visitor had departed, my grandmother remained convinced she was still present in the house, shouting at her and scolding her for staying so long without resting. She wasn't being malicious toward anyone; she simply could not be reasoned with. We even turned down the television to create total silence so she might realize it was just my uncle, her, and me in the room, but nothing worked. For an elderly person in that state, one would certainly consider hospitalization, whether voluntary or otherwise. However, if a younger person were to experience such vivid hallucinations without any other accompanying symptoms, wouldn't the situation become much more ambiguous?
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On a different note, I am dealing with a separate issue... I have severe visual impairment, and lately, I find myself constantly talking or humming to myself. It has evolved into a sort of obsession or fetish, whatever you want to call it...
The context is that I am currently looking after my two young nephews. The younger one isn't even four years old yet. He used to love watching Spiderman on YouTube, and about a year ago, when he first started speaking clearly, he began asking to watch Palelet on YouTube. Being unfamiliar with the name Palelet, I asked his older brother, who explained that the child actually meant Spiderman. But if you could only hear the way that little nephew softly and sweetly pronounced the word Palele—it is truly indescribable.
Ever since then, I find myself frequently humming "Palele, palele" to a melody from Spiderman. I have found myself walking through rural areas, quietly humming that word "Palele," yet loud enough that someone passing within a few feet of me might hear it and suspect something is wrong with my mental state—though, due to my poor vision, I often notice them too late.
I fear that someone might tell my family that I have regressed or that I am slipping into a state of mental decline. If they were to believe such rumors, it would be devastating, as they don't always give me much credit to begin with. Such is the struggle when one cannot fight for their own existence alone.