Lets play a game: What if your delusions were real?

Lets play a game...for entertainment purposes only...

Lets pretend that your delusions were 100% real. Some how, some way, some one you know and trust was able to offer you proof. You look it over and find that you have no choice but to believe...this looks rock solid!

But you still cant see the voices or you cant hear the visions or touch the...whatever...

How would you go about making contact? What kinds of things would you do to communicate? Maybe you want to tell them to go away or you want to thank them for inspiring you. Whatever you want to say to them, how are you going to say it? How are you going to look them in the eyes?

I appreciate anyone who shares, if only for entertainment on a snowy day...

How do you find out where they are coming from? How do you find their origin?

Hi PaulMaster909,
I work hard to deny my beliefs that others believe to be delusional. My delusions were a response to a real event, a sorta trauma, where I was touched by the one person in the hospital who should not have touched me, because I was attracted to him. And it was the most vulnerable moment of my life, during the labor, while preparing to give birth to my daughter. I couldn't juxtapose the stiff clinical reality of his touch at my core, when feeling the intensely rich internal sexual stimuli and my fantasy where I imagined him touching me. The only way I could make sense of that touch was to believe he loved me. It breaks my heart that he was just doing his job, and that he touched me at all.

But it happened. Now I have to figure out how to get over it. It has been a decade. The fantasy has faded away, and I'm left haunted by the memory of his touch and the denial of my love. When I try to love others, I'm reminded and rather haunted by the image of him and the vision of him loving me. Sometimes I feel like I'm at the tragic moment in Romeo and Juliette where she wakes to find Romeo dead to her. I have to decide how to move on. As a modern tragedy, I'm not going to die over it, but I am sick of heartache. If I learned that my Romeo was not dead, and that the Physician loved me, I suppose I'd feel confused. I've worked so hard trying to let go. After a decade of this, I'll admit, I don't even know him. I haven't really thought about what I'd do if he loved me, because it has never been an option. I just know that wanting him haunts me, even as I awaken to the reality of my situation where my Romeo died in my mind. I guess I'd take a year to think, if I learned my story was real. If my story was real, then there are lots of things I'd be concerned about. Like really concerned about. I'd be concerned for my safety and the safety of my family, because the weird $#!1 I believed when I was sick was frightening to me. The thought of someone hacking me to leave my ex husband is terrifying. And even if he didn't have anything to do with the hacking, well, it is still a terrifying thought, because I've never wanted anything more than to be loved. I mean, how could he ever live up to my delusions of his love? They're intense.
Sunny