Tactile hallucinations....

I have experienced these before. Its something most people find really bizarre and just cannot get their head around. Has anyone experienced tactile hallucinations before? If so, how did you learn to cope? Has medication helped? If so, what sort? How did it make you feel? What sort of tactiles did you experience?

I've only met one other person who has experienced this but we never got the chance to really chat about it. You dont have to answer all these questions but some feedback on this would be greatly appreciated.

Joan Of Arc x.

Not exactly sure what you're looking for. For me it is usually things that feel 'wrong', such as a material (cotton,etc) that feels like warm liquid. Have also had where a 'being' is in back of me growling and can feel its hot breath.
The best, by far though, was one time I was praying and something (God, angel ?) touched me very hard on the back, then felt like cool water flowing through my body. Really odd part about this though was that a digestive disorder I'd had for 12 years disappeared at that time....never came back and that was 6 years ago. That was real.

I've had the feeling of bugs crawling all over me. When it happens, it drives me crazy. This usually happens when I'm off my antipsychotic.

Yes, I have experienced "tactile hallucinations" a lot. They are nanobots implanted by the gov to turn me into a robot to fight in a gov created war. The Aliens want me to fight in a war as well. It feels like bugs or snakes inside your body. I don't want to fight in no war!!! The meds didn't help when I had them severely a few months ago. It got so bad at one point I was trying to cut out the nanobots. I'm not on meds anymore and don't plan on going on any. They made me fat! Now that I have been off of them, I have finally started losing weight after all these years!

What do you mean by tactile hallucinations -- you mean things like feeling as if there bes hands upon your spine pulling levers or switches, or things grabbing you from the inside suddenly, or your limbs dissolving in sulfuric acid slowly for punishment ...? Yeah it has those and other stuff like them. It does not call them hallucinations though. Probably some would consider sex with dark entities an hallucination, and conversations with them hallucination. Mal doesn't know. It gives up trying to figure it out. But yeah if you use "hallucination" word that way, the answer would be yes.

"Hallucination" is a hard word to use. It makes it worse of wondering what might be real, what isn't, and makes everything confusing for awhile. I've felt things touching me when nothing was there, like bugs crawling or cold or wet sensation. But who is to say it is a "hallucination" i.e., "not real"? I know that it is. few people agree, so i don't tell.

Mal actually rather likes these things because they let us know Them Inside It bes Real and not just made up in its mind like mean stupid humans accuse. But it gets its modalities confused a lot. It has spent so much time in the modality of trying to be heard it does not know how to shift out when it finds itself being heard. It spend so much time in the modality of fighting off them poisons and poisoners it don't know how to switch that off when someone offers "food" or "medicine" (so to speak). It spend so much time reacting to being disbelieved and invalidated and treated like garbage and striving to ordain its interactions to avoid that, that it goes into pure mindless terror when anyone seems kind, really kind, like they might keep being kind even if they see its worst depravities and vileness emerge. It has been sick so long it has forgotten what "wellness" looks like if any such thing ever existed and when it comes across things it remembers as artifacts from another time it cannot recapture how it thought or felt. It has been programmed to fight, to war, against anything "good", this war, this programming, riding parasitic on its own innate fight against poison and toxic memes and bully/abuser lies, etc. till it can no more find distinction between them. Friends may as well be foes, it can define neither, everything hurts, everything feels like razor wire barbed with spikes dipped in neurotoxins.

After so many years of FEARING this place -- where no distinction remains, no "discernment" and no difference between light and darkness, up and down, good and evil, pleasure and pain -- and fighting fruitlessly to avoid falling this far, now it bes swallowed up by it and finds it so easy just to sink down further. A bottomless pit, by definition, you cannot hit the bottom in, and if you don't hit bottom you won't ever begin the climb out, either. It cannot hit bottom, but it has sunk enough to require bona fide rescue at this point, and nobody's coming. This does not surprise it any, but it feels frustrated that it has completely lost control and that includes control over the automatic stereotyped "cry for help" crap as well. It knows logically nobody will come. It knows logically it cannot be helped anymore, that it will die here. It knows logically that the world reflects this now, nobody believes its feelings contain any drop of sincerity in them, everyone believes it bes only some malicious scheme to lure them in to where it may feed and predate upon them -- thus do they confuse and conflate the agenda of the inhabitants with that of the host vessel -- and it has no desire to take the blood (so to speak, bleed dry of faith, hope, and love) any still capable of feeling and caring who might be caught in Their "web of deceit and simulation" as They master doing Malady herself, a perfect imitation of her in pain, screaming and crying and flailing like someone drowning, overlaying the actual person drowning/sinking/whatever ... all driven by Them ... it cannot stop this. It would like to stop this, that alone would relieve some of the misery, if not for itself at least for others, yet it has no control.

Only one solution remains and that would be the permanent one. Only guess what: They won't LET it do that. They won't LET it, and THEY control. And even if They did let it, it cannot care enough to be bothered to go to the trouble. So it bes stuck with itself and its tactile hallucinations and its bondage and its miseray and everyone say it chose this so tough crap. Only it never asked for any of this. They chooses it when it bes small. It did not want Them. It wanted the One it can never have, the One that despises Us and threw us down through the skies to this crude plane of matter.

Oh well so much for Sunday morning (afternoon -- oops, no, evening) self pity session LOL. boo hoo wah wah life sucks yeah shut up you whining sack of sh/t, all your fault and nobody cares.

i used to feek insects and catarpillars crawling on and under my skin. i dont have schizophrenia and meds never stopped it.

i believe i had psychotic episodes due to overwhelming stress and anxiety, and these hallucinations and delusion reffered to as "ekbom" syndrome was my brain distracting me.

aaand thats it lol

UGH ... it sees that one got out of the cage a bit. Sorry folks. Disregard. It has fits of melancholy, pay no mind.

((((Malady))))

I mainly get tactile hallucinations when i'm off my meds. It's people pulling me, pushing me, picking at me, poking me, pricking me, pinching me amongst a host of other things. I deal with it through my antipsychotic Abilify. It was the first one I tried and it worked so I stayed with it.

Hope this helps, love and hugs,

Tara

thanks for this, Tara, your experiences sound the most similar to mine.

beings, entities, mischevious spirits?? beating, hitting, kicking, punching me and a host of other things (as someone else put it). I tried abilify but found this just made things worse. I AM schizophrenic!

I am now on amisulpride which works really well for me. It has though, increased my appetite and I put on a stone since taking this med but have now started to lose a few pounds, hopefully will-power will put paid to the weight gain.

The tactile hallucinations, where it really feels like something external is 'physically' abusing me, feel so real, I've found it so hard to believe that this is all a product of just an over-active imagination and that it's 'all in my mind' and that there's nothing really there.

I remain very open-minded to any alternative theories other than what the psychiatry books say.

Anyone have any alternative theories?

One of the posters on here said they don't tell anyone of what they believe to be real because they won't be believed. I am really open-minded about this stuff so please don't feel afraid to post about your beliefs here.

I relate to what another poster was saying about beings being present to fight against anything good and when I've been ill in the past I have explored the notions of evil against good, how we deal with this as a society and the bible. It seems the bible is the best known and most popular literature on good and evil but I find it hard to comprehend the existence of a god or of a devil. However there is definitely a struggle that has gone on since humans existed between good and evil and I have pondered and pondered on these concepts and tried to understand what it is that evil gets out of being evil. Is it evil that is ill in some way, is evil an illness and us good people merely exhibiting the normal signs and reactions of anyone whose at the hands of torturers and tormenters?

I mean is it evil that is truly sick and that has an illness of the mind rather than us? Perhaps, therefore, evil torments us to make itself feel better by being able to say "Hey YOU'RE the one thats sick, YOU'RE the one thats mad". It's evil's coping mechanism to be able to make everyone else feel lesser so it may see itself as superior, otherwise they feel the lesser entity, they feel insecure and inadequate. We are normal when not on the receiving end of their terrible ways.

Yes! I am struggling to cope. I feel hands scratching, clawing, pulling, pinching, and almost anything else you can imagine in reguard to touch. This began for me 11yrs ago after being struck by lightning. My life has been destroyed and empathy is hard come. Meds have not worked. Btw, I feel excruciating pain as well. I ask God all of the time to take me home. I do not understand why I survived for this. People tell me things could be worse. What could be worse than ALWAYS feeling that you are being tormented with touch at all times by something you cannot see, and NOTHING stops it?
My Doctor is now telling me that the stress of it is going to kill me as my cortisol levels are high, my blood pressure has gone through the roof with meds, I've developed diabetes, and gained weight.
I use to cope by telling myself that this was temporary. I can't believe that now. It's been 11yrs. I don't want to live like this. I cry often because it's sooo horrible. On top of this, my husband was diagnosed with cancer on 2012. He is also a survivor. But, I see him suffering everyday from the surgeries. His colon and rectum were removed. No colostomy bag though. I just don't know how to cope.

I have experienced tactile hallucinations. I would be choked, hit, punched, and bit by an invisible force. It was one of my voices that would get mad at me for not obeying.

StopTouchingMe

I'm sorry that you are struggling with these experiences. And it sounds like you have a lot going on with your husband too Do you have a therapist to talk to about these things and to find ways to cope with them all?

I find the physical torment that I experience to be harder to cope with than the voices ever were. Meds don't help me either, so I live by "what cannot be changed must be endured". In other words, coping skills, coping skills, coping skills.

What helps me, and may or may not work for you as everyone is different, is distraction. A LOT of distraction! So, for me that would be crafting, music, going for a walk, petting my dog, watching TV/DVDs etc.

However, when it gets REALLY bad, literally the only thing I can do is isolate (so no one sees me distressed or moving weirdly, as I don't want people to see that) and blast music though my headphones to try to stay calm, and breathe through the sensations. I tell myself that 'I am ok' and that I've gotten through times when it's been this bad before and so I will again. It's not much, and each second feels like an eternity when it's that bad, but it's all I've got.

I hope that you can find a way to cope with these experiences

And welcome to PC!

*Willow*