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I had some really scary/traumatising hallucinations around my daughter after she was born.
When I would look at her, her skin would look blue/purple in tone like she was not able to breath or dead. At the worst of it before I was given Olanzapine her eyes were going full black along with her looking like a dead baby.
Because of this I wasn’t able to look at her because it was so scary and I found it really hard/nearly impossible to bond with her. I never wanted to hurt her and I never heard voices to hurt it. I did have auditory hallucinations but it was more like sounds (snakes and clicking and laughing). Even after being medicated I found her to be a really ugly baby except when I look at her baby photos now she’s absolutely beautiful and adorable. At the time I only told a few people because I was so ashamed about how fu**ed up it was and that people wouldn’t believe me.
Alls to say: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS ABOUT!? Does anyone have similar experience? Is this some sort of childhood trauma or tied to maybe my older son having a seizure before the baby was born. I guess I just want to know why my brain came up with this. Please let me know as it haunts me!!!
More bout my experience in a reply if anyone wants to chime in:
Thank you wow this is so helpful! I grew up catholic my mom had bad experiences with the church so was often negative about it but my grandma was very religious and always told me about angels and prayer. When I was maybe 4 I swear I saw a beautiful white angel sitting on the fence outside my room protecting me. Then at 13 when my uncle died in our house I saw his white figure again protecting us. People roll their eyes if I open up to tell them but for me it was as real as day.
I spent about 2 weeks at MCHAS before going to MBU. I wasn’t medicated and was basically in psychosis the entire time. For some reason they would let me out to go on walks by myself!!!! inside the facility I would often be in such fear it was scary. The people their intentions everything. I would hear snakes and clicking. When I would go on walks I was able to make it fun and it was like I was in this video game world. I would listen to music and skip around and play on the playground nearby. I probably looked so crazy and I was but it was fun. I remember seeing a guy in the facility and it looked like a cage and I told myself he wasn’t playing right. And because I could blend in I was doing good. On a walk I stumbled near the church at St. Charles and I sat through a service and prayed and literally it was one of the most spiritual experiences. Everything was glowing and white and I took communion and the singing was heightened and beautiful.
When I got the MBU I swear god was talking to me through music, people’s words, and this quote book I had. I was also artistically inspired and was painting all day something I hadn’t done in years. My paintings were very positive with angels flowers colours. All of this was really special and healing. I knew I was sick though because when I saw my daughter she looked really unwell. I would also get really depressed and was in delirium. I would get lost on the unit and was super sensitive to light sound etc. I also would get super energised and happy and would dance around and wanted to take my clothes off!!!! Alls to say it was a terrifying experience but there was also very happy spiritual side to it.