So, I went to see a psychiatrist, and they handed me a diagnosis of apathy and schizoid personality disorder.. I’m not some crazy person out here trying to diagnose myself—I’m not that clueless.
But honestly, people have just become exhausting lately; everyone seems so bitter.. Someone actually had the nerve to ask if *I* was the one being malicious? Please. If I were actually "good" by society's standards, I'd probably be somewhere else right now just grabbing a coffee at Starbucks with friends.
Kenneth Campbell, don't start with the lectures. It's exactly because of people like you that I have zero desire to socialize. Sandra Parker, what makes me such a "difficult" person according to you??
Ronald Rogers27, as far as I'm aware, you become an adult once you hit 18. You always seem to have your own little theories about everything. ☕ And besides that, so what if I'm asocial? There are more and more people like that these days anyway.
Yeah, call me antisocial if you want—I don't really care. It’s become my lifestyle at this point, and honestly? I've grown to prefer it. I've just been burned by people far too many times; I'm jaded, plain and simple, and I feel most at peace when I'm flying solo. That’s actually why I started this thread—I'm curious to see how everyone else perceives people who live like this...
Have you ever actually crossed paths with someone like this? What’s your take on people who operate this way—I mean, what do you think drives someone to be completely antisocial and just... totally detached from everyone else?
I decided to bring this topic over to the general health board instead of the psychology section—mostly because nobody seems to actually listen to what I have to say over there.
So, here’s the deal: I recently saw a psychiatrist, and they gave me a diagnosis of schizoid paranoid and apathetic. Now, it’s got me thinking—is "schizoidness" even really a disease? To me, it feels less like some medical condition and more like just... my way of living life.
Anyone here actually experienced this who can weigh in?
Bryan Moore4, is this some kind of deep-seated mysophobia we're dealing with here? Or... based on how you're talking, maybe you're actually the one who isn't exactly "normal," to put it mildly. I’m not trying to be insulting—really—but I honestly don't see why on earth you care so much about every little thing being contaminated by bugs and whatnot.
I've been feeling this little bulge inside my abdomen for a while now—everything looks totally fine on the outside, my stomach is flat, but if I press on the lower left side internally, I can feel something there that seems to shift around a bit. I actually went to see my OB-GYN about it to get an ultrasound, but they told me there wasn't anything going on from a gynecological standpoint.
The thing is, it’s incredibly inconsistent—it comes and goes whenever it feels like it. For instance, I might feel it in the morning, then it vanishes by the afternoon, only to resurface again in the evening. Could this maybe be a hernia?
I actually dealt with something pretty similar to what you're going through—my psychiatrist suggested that this kind of thing (that whole body shame issue) might be a way of reclaiming the security we felt while still in our mother's womb, or perhaps it’s just some subconscious longing to return to that state of being completely protected inside the uterus.
I didn't get a deep dive into the details from her, but that was her take, so she basically spun it into some sort of psychological theory and whatnot.
I don't know—nothing is really eating at me, except maybe the occasional soda during school hours, but even then, there are plenty of nights where I just can't seem to get my eyes to stay closed.
I used to take melatonin, but my mom won't let me touch it anymore, so now I'm stuck trying to deal with it this way.
I actually took it this past summer, and man, I was sleeping like a baby through the whole thing... but the catch is, I can't seem to quit the coffee in the evenings, so I guess that’s what keeps me wired.
It happens to me—though it’s pretty rare—where when I’m heading out to catch a flight late at night, things like my bedroom door start looking like they’re miles away, even though they’re right there in front of me.
So, what you're describing sounds more like social anxiety—that specific kind of phobia where the fear kicks in because there are crowds in public squares or downtown areas. It’s that dread of being surrounded by people; whereas out in an open field, there's no one around, or at least way fewer people to deal with.
I had a chance to talk to her today—just the two of us. Everything seemed fine, relatively speaking, though it was brief. Some people were whispering about scars on her arm, things they noticed while she wasn't around, and I actually spotted them myself today—scars on one of her arms, just like
how she used to hurt herself. But honestly, I just don't get what she's going through. From what I managed to gather from one of her old friends—someone who isn't even in our class now,
her friend told me that she lives in this gorgeous, massive house, that her parents are great, she’s an only child, there's this beautiful green yard surrounding the place, her parents get along perfectly, they never fight, and she gets really good...
If all that is true—and if this friend has known her for years, then it probably is—then I truly don't understand why she is the way she is.
A few of us went up to her to try and strike up a conversation, but she just gave us these clipped, one-word answers and then—get this—the very next day, it was the exact same thing all over again.
I’ve started noticing a pattern here—she’ll answer whatever you throw at her, sure, but she never actually asks a single question back. She just sits there.