• lars
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      Reminds me I read once that the voices people with schizophrenia hear are kinder and funnier and more benevolent for those who don’t live in the industrialized West

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        I’d be interested to read that…the characteristics of someone’s hallucinations or delusions are 100% culturally bound and linked to their personal experience, but I don’t know if it’s as cut and dry as kinder and funnier in non-developed countries. I’ve encountered many folks with schizophrenia in the US who experienced psychosis they did not find in any way distressing, for example, and abuse and trauma also absolutely happen in all countries and will similarly contribute to fearful/frightening psychotic symptoms in all countries.

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        Hahaha the image of the guy bored out of his mind and the witch just pulls his cock off and he doesn’t even notice. Oh and the cock box next to the witch. Love it.

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      Now I’m sad that the article doesn’t mention the country I’m from :(

      Fucking eurocentric medical community

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      I always ask people:

      “Are we so selfish and important that it just so happens OUR time is the [best/worst] time?”

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    One of the first times I smoked weed I did it wrong and swallowed a bunch of smoke. I proceeded to get sick in the back seat of my friend’s car and started believing that my windpipe was made out of glass and if I turned my head it would shatter and slice my throat open. I still think about it sometimes, never knew it had a name!