Hearing Voices and Mental Illness.
For me, back in the 50's, growing up was difficult. I felt as if something was wrong with me even though 'hearing voices and mental illness' was not my problem. Apparently, (my mother told me) I heard voices as a young child which frightened her when she caught me chattering to my friends. I was hearing voices in my room. While in public school I was constantly picked on by teachers who accused me of "daydreaming". I was preoccupied with the voices, which I heard in my room, and having conversations with my new found friends which today we refer to as our angels and guides. Because of this ability-cum-affliction (hearing voices and mental illness) which my mother feared, I was sent for psychiatric evaluation which led to numerous sessions with a social worker. Imagine, there I was at six years of age going for psychological sessions in order to see if 'hearing voices and mental illness' was my problem. I guess mother wanted to make sure that I was normal - whatever that was. Actually, all I wanted was to be like all the other children in class. If only... As a result, I spent the better part of my adult years in psychoanalysis learning a great deal about medication. Recently, I asked my mother why she was so frightened of my ability of hearing voices (in my room as a child), and she said, "It was the wrong thing to do, and I was very frightened that something was taking hold you.” Where did you get this fear from? “Your Baba (the word for grandmother in Ukranian) used to hear voices and communicate with the dead and it always frightened me when she did so because she was as if transformed into another place – something would come over her and I couldn’t communicate with her." You mean she was in a trance-like state? "Yeah, something like that." You never told me this? "I didn’t want to discuss this because it frightened me and I didn’t want the same thing to happen to you. I know now that I didn’t handle it properly, I should have encouraged you but instead I filled you with my fears." (I can hear my mother crying.) Oh Mum...it's okay. I'm not blaming you or anything like that. I just wanted to know why you didn't encourage me, and now I understand how you felt. I often have conversations with my mother, who died in 1997. Many of my conversations with her are in my book titled."That Damn Voice Again, Communication from Beyond" which I am revising and will be in e-book format soon. Now that you have read my story, do you have a story that you would like to share regarding hearing voices? If so, do that now at
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