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This comment has especially piqued my interest. I have a friend who has off and on struggled with mental health. I visited her once time and we were talking about how she’d been doing lately, and she appeared to be in a good mood and pretty unremarkable, nothing to immediately cause alarm.
I remember she had her toddler with her and was holding her 1 year old. And then, still in the most normal everyday tone, she casually mentions the demonic presence that had been trying to infiltrate her life and her house lately and speaking to her. And I got goosebumps and my ears shut out the rest of the world and all I could hear were my heartbeat and her voice.
I inquired cautiously about these experiences, wanting to ensure I stayed as a “safe” person to talk to in her mind I guess. And she mentions the demon uses certain people to get at her, and we talk about a couple such people.
And then she casually informs me that the demon is inside one of her sons, and tilts her head down to indicate the baby she’s holding. I dunno if I have ever before or since felt a fear like I did in that moment. And she had to get home shortly after and I remember watching her car drive off and feeling like I was in some horror movie, and having no idea what to do with that info. I didn’t know if that was an indicator that the baby might be in danger or if I had a moral obligation to her and the child to do something.
I ended up talking it over with some mutual friends and one of us who is also a woman did a more thorough check in with her. Everything turned out alright. But I remember the effect it had on ME just hearing about it, and you mentioned seeing the teeth on your children at times. That must be a particularly difficult thing to square away with yourself. Was dealing with that for you a different experience than it typically was when involving other people?
Comment by ModernDayMusetta at 05/02/2025 at 13:21 UTC
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Oh hell, that must have been awful. I hope she snapped out of that eventually. I can only assume I've done the same to someone else in the early days of my onset. Just rambled a hallucinatory explanation like it's the most banal thing in the world. "Hey, i wouldn't sit there. There's a fingerman in the corner behind it."
Honestly, when I see them on my kids, I just feel this overwhelming sense of guilt. Like, my poor babies have a mother who thinks they might be skinwalkers. That's objectively shitty, ya know?