Hidden demons : A personal account of hearing voices
Article updated 20/10/2008
By Dr. Ben Gray
In this article, academic Dr. Benjamin Gray recalls his experiences of dealing with voices that other people could not hear, published with the kind permission of the author.
It is perhaps ironic that in over 10 years as an academic and researcher in the field of mental health, I never appreciated the suffering of people with schizophrenia and mental illness until I had a nervous breakdown that kept me under section in a psychiatric acute unit for 12 months.
Among the people I met during my time there was Rosemary. The last time I saw her she was waiting to be discharged from the hospital. She had no one to go home to, just an empty house.
Rosemary was an unassuming, quietly spoken woman, unremarkable apart from an air of sadness and loss. Rosemary had told me and many of the nurses that she would be better off dead than hearing any more of the terrible and taunting voices that kept her from sleeping. Better up there with her mother in heaven, she told me, then down here in the hell of the psychiatric ward with her voices.
Within a few days of being discharged, she was with her mother again. The nurses called a meeting in the communal lounge. There had been an accident. Rosemary had thrown herself in front of a train. The girl next to me at the meeting broke into tears.
Night after sleepless night and through the long, seemingly endless days on the ward, where smoking and TV stood in place of any attempt of therapy, I and my fellow patients experienced similar feelings to those of Rosemary, feelings of loss, isolation, pain, confusion and helplessness.
"You're alone," an insidious voice told me. "You're going to get what's coming to you."
Joy was different. She was a mother of two autistic boys and had a loving husband who would visit her every day and brought her cigarettes, the social currency of the ward. There was always a glimmer of hope in her eyes, despite the voices that urged her to set herself on fire and despite seeing people covered in snakes.
Then one evening, as the nurses dispensed medication while we lined up zombie-like, I found her in hysterical tears. She told me about the voices and the serpents. I held her for a moment, trying to comfort her, as the nurses were doing nothing to calm her down. I said it would all be all right and there was always hope.
"You're going down there," a voice that sounded like Joy's hissed at me. "You wait until you see what I'm going to do to you."
No one moved or looked startled. It was just me hearing the voice. I tried not to answer it. Better to ignore the voice, repress it and soldier on, I thought. I had seen others screaming back at their voices, and it had left me with feelings of consternation, pity and fear.
I didn't want to look mad, like them. Any symptoms of hearing voices would go on medical case notes, be raised as proof of insanity and keep me locked up in the hell of the ward away from family, friends and what seemed like a long-distant normal life.
I learned several important lessons: never admit you hear voices; certainly never answer them; do exactly as you're told by staff or concerned family or you'll be seen as ill; never question your diagnosis or disagree with your psychiatrist; be compliant and admit your mental illness or you'll never be discharged.
All the time the voices got worse. "Hot fire in your eyes!" shouted a voice to me in the ward.
There is little study of what schizophrenics' voices say to them, which would make people's experiences more valid and meaningful and also lend itself to a more human account of mental illness. People's experiences of hearing voices are silenced, which can only augment ignorance and fear, both in society and in the mental healthcare system.
To make matters worse, it is almost impossible to talk with other people and relate the pain that voices inflict when they are raging inside you and shouting you down.
John was a child of the 60s and hadn't seen his family for twenty years. Because of his voices they had disowned him. "Nobody cares," said a sad voice in John's intonation.
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True demons by definition won't be of our physical universe so it's going to be difficult to find them. Science seems to have completely missed what we all know here, so despite my scientific education I'm not going to state that spiritual entities do not exist.
'Alters' or telepathic invaders will be using a piece of your brain to think with so these should be the easiest to find and deal with. Unfortunately we don't have synthetic telepathic devices commonly available that could transfer a thought from one piece of brain tissue to another or we could listen to the various pieces of our brains for foreign thoughts. Construction of such a device would not necessarily need complete understanding of our neural code. This is the most achievable technology I've considered.
There may also be telepaths that use other computational materials of our universe to think with. We are just starting to explore atomic scale and quantum computers ourselves. Our brains are computational devices when explored at the level of the neuron. Plain iron has computational properties. You can magnetise parts of a piece of iron to store information, indeed your hard drive stores information in just such a fashion. One can conjecture that there may be certain materials that provide all of the computational properties required to support intelligence. Crystals provide a lattice that could support replication of structure, a requirement for life as we know it. Raw iron, which is common about us, may have other computational properties than the ability to store information. You would need to fashion AND and OR gates along with a few other basic components to fashion a general purpose computer, or lifelike intelligence, directly from a raw material. You can extract energy from heat at the atomic scale. As mentioned we are just beginning to explore atomic scale and quantum computation so we are likely missing many potential phenomina that could lead to intelligence. This brings up the question of just what are we? Are we the spike trains of our neurons? Can a spike train feel alive? Can a certain type of electromagnetic waveform feel alive? I'm going to go back to studying neural code...
It's the middle of the night and I suffer from the same type of voices as Pat's, I'ld swear it's the same entities, or clones thereof. I prefer to stay awake as much as possible rather than risk some entity taking off with my body and doing God knows what. I've missed more than a few night's sleep. Besides being suicidal and hoping they are trapped in my head you can try and stay awake continously. Resting in a warm shower during the wee hours of the morning seems to reset my circadian cycle fairly well without completely crashing me. I wear my swimming trunks in the shower so I can relax without feeling like I'm naked in public, probably my most useful advice.
Thanks for listening.