A couple of weeks ago I had an episode that still disturbs the hell out of me. NormallyI hear a voice or voices that have a mean tone to them. I pop a 10mg Haldol and they go away. No big deal. Then it changes. Suddenly I can understand what the voices are saying. They're telling me to kill one of my six cats, Dimmer. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to choke dimmer to death. I took a Haldol and still the voices kept egging me on. I'd told my huband what was going on, and he helped restrain me while I took another Haldol...20 minutes later I was fine. I am still feeling guilty about this, I mean I love my cats. What if my husband hadn't been there? It makes me feel crazier than I already felt. My T said it's the disease not me. I don't know...any similar experiences out there?
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Last edited by 33yankee33; Nov 19, 2011 at 03:24 PM.
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