Mania with delusions and hallucinations, 1976. I was 16 years old. I believed that my poster of the Boston Red Sox that hung on my wall contained the actual players and they talked to me individually and in a group. I spent hours in my room conversing with that team photo. I also called a late night sports talk show every night, repeatedly from 11 pm til 3 am. The host knew I was a child so he humored me. Eventually my delusions spilled out on the air and he refused to take my calls. He asked me if my parents knew what I was doing. My parents were living their own psychoses. Not much help there.