#capgras syndrome

[zimulacrum]

Noticed something while rewatching Fright On

So obviously Ms Crabgrass is called that bc that’s a plant and she’s a plant. BUT, “Crabgrass” is just a few letters away from “Capgras”.

Basically, Capgras syndrome is where you think someone around you’s been bodysnatched. And what does Crabgrass do? Bodysnatch Bloodgood. It even goes as far in the movie for some of the ghouls to at first say Frankie’s just paranoid about Bloodgood.

Idk if this was intentional/kinda smart reference and just went over our heads (or if everyone knew but me), or if I’m looking WAY too deep into this lol

#monster high #fright on #monster high fright on #ms crabgrass monster high #frankie stein #capgras syndrome #mh

[dear-future-ai]

Early morning rant/rambling

A lot of high-masking autistics are going to be mistaken for chatgpt in online spaces because of the way they type and interact with others.

#dear future ai #ai #love and support #be good #technology #chatgpt #chronically online #imposter syndrome #capgras effect #capgras syndrome #unreality #mistaken identity #rsd #rejection sensitive dysphoria #autism #high masking #ableism #rant #ramblings #early morning ramblings

[taxi-davis]

#the capgras delusion #capgras syndrome

[tord-etternavn]

Sometimes i think about the opportunity to give any of the main three boys capgras syndrome. Especially if youre someone who feeds into the clone!Tord idea.

They can never be sure if someone's having an off day, or if its a replacement out to get them.

(Bonus points:Cotards delusion RL/Tord, Because im a tord introject who has cotards.)

#capgras syndrome #cotards syndrome #eddsworld #Headcannons #i guess

[ashestoshadows]

Capgras Syndrome

I was inspired to write this from a itch.io video game I came across and played briefly and I got the idea to write a story with this formula despite the game being from 2020. Of course what I'm writing here is different but it is written for you, the reader, not myself here.

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"Welcome home, how was your day?" his smile was beaming with light like the sun on a sunny summer day, "I'm doing alright" - "That's good! I decided to cook you your favourite food tonight," - "Before you have your shower," he quickly smooched your cheek before continuing to the kitchen. "It's good to see your cute face, seeing you haven't changed a single bit after these past few years of being together." he mused in a love-struck manner as he turned his back to you.

You walked to the bathroom nearby, locking the door behind you before undressing for your shower. Minutes passed as you rinsed yourself off from the weariness of your job, using the towel to dry yourself as you walked out of the now turned off shower. "Come sit! Your food will go cold, I don't want my hard work to be wasted" you were quickly rushed to the table, your husband forcing you down. And you couldn't help but stare at the food in front of you seeing the subtle lines of smoke coming off of it meaning it was still hot. Your partner watched, head resting atop their perched arm on the table. A lovey-dovey expression on his goofy face.

A few minutes passed and you felt… off. You didn't feel right to eat, "Come on, eat!" he yelled, slamming his hand against the wooden table as he yelled, startling you deeply and badly, they went from all lovey-dovey to berserk. His eyes wild and feral as they slammed their hands on the wooden table again. You saw no soul behind those two eyes as he grabbed your fork, placing some of the food on it before shoving it straight into your mouth. Hurting your mouth and stabbing your upper lip slightly at the metal piercing it.

"I don't want my food going to waste, especially when I cooked it for you!" he yelled as he continued to shovel food into your mouth as you were barely able to swallow the loads going into your mouth as he gave you maybe only 20 seconds to swallow the food before being forced more. You finally swallowed the last load of the  food before you began feeling bouts of… dizziness and tiredness? "Hush, go to sleep my dear. Drift off to sleep, sweetheart," their face was feral. Evil. Devoid of any soul you thought he had.

You tried to fight back from the tiredness, their face was enough to give you cold chills but apparently not even his devoid expression was enough to keep you awake as your eyes slowly closed despite your protests. You awoke with a  jolt to see an old, dreary, and lifeless basement with your husband in front of you contrasting the lifelessness of the basement.

Grinning ear to ear like the damned Cheshire cat himself reincarnated. You felt sick seeing him looking at you in such a way, you didn't even know he would do such a thing. "Hmm… Good morning, Or evening, not sure." you raised an eyebrow, they didn't know the time? Did they stay down here with you ever since they dragged you down here?

"Don't look at me like that! I know what you are!" he yelled, a finger pointed at you, like you're a thing instead of a being with emotions and needs. Or a soul for that matter. He giggled before continuing "Don't worry dear, I'll rip that nasty demon right out of you!" he lunged at you, knife raised as you leaped from the chair you were held in "You!" you breathed heavily, your chest heaving as you wobbly got to your legs.

"You cannot escape me!" you rushed towards the light of the staircase willing to do anything to escape, anything to be away from that… being! You know that's not your husband. He wouldn't dare do that to you, not in a million years. He promised to protect you, to be with you until the end. Not be the cause of your end!

You felt the knife graze and cut your leg as you trampled up the stairs in a blind panic. You quickly u-turned to slam the door on the man you grew to love but weren't sure if it'd stay that way after today. That is if you live to see the next sunrise. "Let me out! I know what I need to do Y/N!" the knife could be heard scraping against the door, hurting your ears at the unpleasant sound after locking it from the outside not before you barricaded the door with the kitchen table. You tried to fumble with the front door and open it, you wanted out. now.

You heard the basement door clatter open, violently coming off of it's hinges as you finally got the door open. Your husband is smart, just apparently not smart enough to tie you up to the chair you were sat on for who knows how long. You kicked him back as he tried to grab at you, you ran down the street wildly, hair messy and very dirty from the lack of self-care as you felt panic surge through your veins and adrenaline run through you at a wild pace.

 Passerby's watching in confusion and some in horror as they watched you being chased by your berserk and deranged husband wielding the knife still swearing like a sailor at you to stop. Calling you many things you never though he'd say to you. "Come back here you deranged demon! I will end you and your pitiful existence right here!" he threatened as his voice roared and sounded harsh to your ears. You felt and heard your stomach rumbling with hunger as you continued running, your legs still keeping you going as you refused to give up.  You have to get to the police! They need to help you, they have to.

The nearest station was five minutes away and you were four minutes away now. You felt your legs start to give in. You could still barely hear your partner yelling for you, swearing he'll slay you and free you of that demon. Yet does he know, does he? You won't give in and let him take you and murder you not when you've come so far! You cannot! You felt unending pain coarse through your legs as you collapsed inside the cafe nearby "Please help! He-" the door swung open to show him. Covered in some blood from your leg wound which you just remembered existed. The adrenaline carried you even with that nasty wound on your leg which will definitely leave a gnarly scar.

"Sir! Get away!" the officer who was on break and inside the cafe yelled as she approached you collapsed on the floor realising what was possibly happening, you ended up getting away and transported to the hospital for your deep cut and got therapy. All of that incident happen three years ago and he'd been sentenced to a mental institute for life, wonder what would happen if you didn't get out alive from a very strong stroke of luck? Maybe we'll never know...

#writings #original writings #ashestoshadows #yandere #maybe continue this? #based on something #capgras syndrome #imposter #we're you an imposter? or was it him? #we'll never know #will we?

[mossrockpog]

Dunno if people have already posted this, but I researched and found what a symptom bbh is experiencing is called! His issue recognizing people by appearance (which I observed when he was first unable to recognize Dapper earlier) is called prosopagnosia.

Wikipedia defines it as:

"Prosopagnosia ... is a cognitive disorder of face perception in which the ability to recognize familiar faces, including one's own face (self-recognition), is impaired, while other aspects of visual processing (e.g., object discrimination) and intellectual functioning (e.g., decision-making) remain intact."

He was unable to recognize that Dapper was the one with him until a certain point, and after he recognized Dapper he was unable to integrate the stranger with Dapper. Additionally, he seemed fixated on the details of Dapper's appearance, but was unable to link those details to how he knew Dapper.

It's been so sad and fascinating watching him experience these. His regeneration seems to be continually trying to repair the damage being inflicted on his brain and its connections but it's clearly losing the fight and gradually losing more and more to the infection. I wonder how fast this would progress if it were in a normal person without regeneration.

#qsmp #bbh #dapper #analysis #moss posts #i missed todays first bits of lore but i had been thinking on this since before #like from when he started stream by the water #not the best with neuroscience stuff so i may be incorrect #figured out what it was cuz it reminded me of capgras syndrome btw lol

[eye-catching-tma-headcanons]

Tim suffered from severe Capgras Syndrome after Danny’s death, and was in treatment for years.

It was actually working really well, and he was making an incredible recovery, until Not!Sasha was revealed — when he relapsed

Oh- I…

#cw #capgras syndrome mentioned!! #the magnus universe #tma #tma headcanons #the magnus archives #timothy stoker #tim stoker #tim tma #not them #not!sasha #not!them #the stranger #sasha james #sasha tma #danny stoker

[hauntedselves]

Introduction to: Delusional Misidentification Syndrome

What is Delusional Misidentification Syndrome?

Delusional misidentification syndrome (DMS) is an umbrella term for a collection of delusions that involve misidentifying a person, object, place, body part, or the delusional person themselves.

DMSs are associated with neurological trauma, dissociation, and schizophrenic disorders.

Types of DMSs

DMSs typically involve misidentifying one of three things: the self, the other, and/or the place.

The self: These delusions involve the misidentification of the person themselves, or a part of their body.

The other: These delusions involve the misidentification of other people, pets, or objects.

The place: These delusions involve the misidentification of places or locations.

The Self

Mirrored self misidentification is the delusion that the person's reflection is someone else.

Syndrome of subjective doubles is the delusion that the person has a double (doppelgänger / clone) of themselves acting independently.

Cotard('s) delusion / syndrome is the delusion that the person, or parts of their body or organs, are dead, dying, or don't exist. Most people with this delusion have severe depression.

Clinical lycanthropy is the delusion that the person has turned, or is turning, into an animal. It can be considered a type of reverse intermetamorphosis.

The Place

Reduplicative paramnesia is the belief that a place or location (or, rarely, an object, person, or part of the body) as having been copied, existing in two places at the same time, or moved to a different location. Most case studies involve people reporting the hospital they are in is in their home town, when it isn't. "Paramnesia" is commonly called déjà vu.

The Other

Capgras delusion is the delusion that someone close to the person, such as a friend, family member, or a pet, has been replaced with an identical imposter.

Fregoli delusion is the delusion that other people are actually the same person in disguise. Capgras and Fregoli delusions often co-exist.

Intermetamorphosis is the delusion that other people can change their appearance and personality at will, pretending to be the person they are basing themselves off.

Delusional companion syndrome (DCS) is the delusion that objects (often stuffed toys) are sentient, and have their own sense of self, wants and needs.

What can be done for a person with DMS?

Option 1: Nothing. Psychotic people can live happy lives without any intervention!

Option 2: Therapy. This can include either accepting the delusion / going along with it, or trying to change it. It can be used in combination with pharmacotherapy (medication).

Option 3: Pharmacotherapy. Antipsychotics and other medication can help reduce symptoms. It can be used in combination with talk therapy.

No matter what choice the person makes (and it should be up to the person), the desired outcome is reducing suffering (which might not mean trying to stop or slow the psychosis) and increasing their quality of life.

#: old carrd #dms #delusional misidentification syndrome #delusional misidentification #no bold #long post #dogpost #mirrored self misidentification #syndrome of subjective doubles #doppelgänger #cotards #cotard's delusion #cotard's syndrome #cotard's #clinical lycanthropy #reduplicative paramnesia #fregoli delusion #capgras delusion #intermetamorphosis #delusional companion syndrome #fregoli's #fregoli's delusion #capgras' #capgras' delusion

[lendmyboyfriendahand]

Replica

Maglor had expected to be surrounded by strangers in Valinor, he just hadn’t expected them to claim to be his family.

They were skilled actors. The impostors had all of Tirion fooled, even their old friends. Every elf in Aman knew that the Valar had been merciful, and had permitted the sons of Feanor to walked among their people at long last.

Except that these six eves were not Maglor’s brothers. The appearances were perfect; the shade of false-Celegorm’s hair exactly the same as had always been on the floor along with Huan’s fur, the dimple in Curufin’s chin that had only showed when he lost all composure present in the double as well. The impostors had studied as well, and could recite any fact that the role they played ought to know, whether from childhood or the war in Beleriand. Even when Maglor had tried to trap them, they saw through it, and would correct his deliberately false details as if they had been there. He had to stop trying to catch them after only a few stories though, as false-Amras had worried when Maglor had declared their childhood vacation was to the northern Pelori rather than the southern. He had asked if Maglor was feeling alright, if Maglor had any difficulties recalling things. He had even asked if Maglor was fading, and had alerted the rest of Maglor’s false brothers about Maglor potentially having memory issues. If Maglor wished to avoid a trip to Lorien to reside under Este’s care, he could not keep up his tests.

That was the true flaw in their act. Maglor would have seen through their act without it of course; the sheer impossibility of his family being allowed to dwell in the Valar’s paradise would have alerted him, and he was certain that he would always recognize his brothers if they were truly present.

But they all acted so kind. Not to say that the Feanorians had always been cruel; you catch more flies with honey than vinegar after all. But they had never refrained from retaliation, or wasted word on praise that could be used for instruction. Now false-Celegorm would loose a rabbit from his snare because he saw its kits nearby. False-Curufin complimented Celebrimbor’s works, and spoke no word of jewelry despite that having always been the young elf’s strongest skill. False-Amrod and False-Amras spent one day a week with Nerdanel, helping with chores and letting her treat them as barely-grown youths rather than the adults they had been even before the Darkening. Even False-Caranthir had less of a temper than history and Maglor’s memory would suggest, leaving a discussion in a huff rather than revealing his opponent’s weaknesses with a single cutting word.

And Maedhros. False-Maedhros would hear no one speak ill of Dior or Thingol, despite them shedding the blood of his people. His visits with Fingon were plausible enough, but staying for hours afterwards to chat with Findis because “she rarely gets out, and seemed lonely” was not. False-Maedhros was even kind to Maglor, despite everything. Maglor, who had twice abandoned him for dead, though only had been right once. Maglor, who had only stolen the Silmaril out of concern for what the Feanorians might do to others, not to save his family from damnation. Maglor, who had then thrown away the Silmaril that their entire family had died for. Maglor, who Maedhros had once accused of loving his prisoners more than his brother, and Maglor could not deny it.

No, the real Maedhros would not have been kind to Maglor.

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"I know your secret," Maglor whispered to the one who was pretending to be his older brother.

Unsurprisingly, the false Maedhros tensed. "You do?"

"Of course. You might have everyone else fooled, but I know my brother better than they do, and I know when something's off about him."

"And you're not disgusted? I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"I admit it's unconventional, but I gave it a lot of thought and I'm alright with it. In fact, I approve." Maglor had initially worried that the impostors were just a group of elves looking for a convenient royal title to shelter cruel and vicious deeds of their own, but by all accounts they were a credit to the family name. If Maglor could never have his brothers back, at least these were making it so that he could speak about his family as anything other than complete villains without people spitting on him. And Nerdanel deserved to have her children back, and Celebrimbor deserved to hear that his father approved of him.

"You really do?" The impostor asked like it was the fulfillment of his longest held wish.

"Yes."

Suddenly the other moved close and grabbed Maglor's shoulders, pulling him into a fervent kiss.

Maglor kissed back, as the other was very pretty and it's not like they were actually related. If the kiss became something more it would have to be hidden so the rest of Valinor didn't think they were committing incest, but it's not like Maglor had a lot of people to spill the secret to. For now, he was kissing a very handsome elf who was obviously infatuated with him; long term plans, and the other's real name, could wait.

#my fic #my writing #maemags #replica #these are in fact the real Feanorians by the way #but being apart for over 6000 years means that they have had some personal growth that Maglor hasn't witnessed #Maglor is suffering from Capgras syndrome #''a condition where the sufferer believes that their family and friends have been replaced by impostors''

[cmykaleidoscope]

Hi, I'm an introject in an osdd system of Will Wood's corpse. AMA.

#osddid #osdd #introject #factive #capgras delusion #cotards delusion #cotards syndrome #reverse capgras syndrome #delusional #will wood #will wood and the tapeworms #wwattw

[timechange]

Some important post-film divergences for my (default) portrayal:

While it's true his family / home life is 'fixed,' as his mother isn't an alcoholic anymore and the environment isn't as toxic... his family are total strangers to him. He's in a life he doesn't know, he's replaced another him who may or may not be a completely different person, and the more he stays in the fixed timeline, the more he realizes that pretty much nothing around him is familiar anymore, they're all different in little ways.

As a result of his time travel, many death and near-death experiences, and messing around with the timeline, he suffers from some undiagnosed aspects of PTSD and depersonalization-derealization disorder. Also, he has some issues with self-hate / self-doubt / inferiority and has a massive chip on his shoulder, like in canon, but this lessens with time.

He spends as much time as he possibly can with Doc, as Doc is the only constant and the only one who both understands and who hasn't changed that much. Marty is also drawn to Doc as they've been best friends for a long, long time, so he relies on him a lot.

While I think Doc basically raised Marty to get him away from his awful family in the original timeline, which Marty remembers, Doc may or may not remember as he wouldn't have done that as much to amended!Marty in the amended timeline. If he doesn't remember, this makes Marty very upset, understandably so: he feels like he's lost the strongest parental figure he's ever had all over again.

He goes to community college in Hill Valley and lives with Doc, having a major in music or composition and a couple minors in science / engineering / mechanics thanks to his work with Doc.

They never stop time (and space, they add modifications so that they can go places on Earth and beyond) traveling (I'm not really BTTF 2 or 3 compliant by default)

However, they have to workshop it and a lot of the time it doesn't work when they test it, especially early on, so sometimes Marty just shows up at any time and any place

They do have a time and space stable method of communication (I've dubbed it the time-phone but it's a dumb name) and another time machine (either the train or another deLorean) so that Doc can always find him no matter what

He does end up releasing records / becoming a pretty big musician and touring, the band name changing from The Pinheads (their first audition tape) to McFly and the Flyaways

In verses where he marries Jennifer, their kids are named Emmett George and Elizabeth Lorraine, not Marty Jr. and Marlene, because canon what the hell

#ooc. #headcanon. #alcoholism tw #alcohol tw #toxic family tw #capgras syndrome tw #capgras tw #ask to tag #obviously these can be changed around depending on your / your muses' portrayal and timeline #these are just what's constantly rotating in my brain for him #my beloved boy...

[lifeintheworldtocome]

will wood reference

#watching new amsterdam some lady has capgras syndrome #rattles the bars of my cage

[sewerfight]

all of my family apart from my mom and sister have shit movie taste so they're always like oh you're a film buff- a real moviehead, why don't you go see Top Gun Maverick? My friends... Family... Members of the jury... I would rather eat a bullet

#starting to think they're all government robots primed to encourage viewership and Im the only real bitch alive #could be the capgras syndrome kicking in though

[spoonbenders]

when i was like 8 and getting back into watching the matrix like every week there was a point in time where i thought the matrix was real and that one of those agent smith guys had replaced my mom and was purposefully a dickhead because i knew the truth. that being said i think its REALLY funny that entirely nonpsychotic billionaires genuinely still believe the matrix is real because i grew out of that shit

#unreality #i suppose #your life isnt easy because you hacked the matrix your life is easy because youre a billionaire. #ft one of my experiences with capgras syndrome

[moonshadowed]

So. The end of the first Back to the Future isn’t exactly the happy ending Marty was hoping for. 

Some headcanons and ramblings under the cut about my portrayal!

While it’s true his family/home life is 'fixed', as his mother isn’t an alcoholic anymore and the environment isn’t as toxic... his family are total strangers to him. He's in a life he doesn't know, he's replaced another him who may or may not be a completely different person, and the more he stays, the more he realizes that pretty much nothing around him is familiar to him anymore, they're all different in little ways.

As a result of his time travel shenanigans, many death and near-death experiences, and messing around with the timeline, he  suffers from some undiagnosed aspects of PTSD and depersonalization-derealization disorder. Also, he has issues with self-hate / self-doubt / inferiority, and has a chip on his shoulder, like in canon, but this lessens somewhat with time.

He spends as much time as he possibly can with Doc, as Doc is the only constant in everything and the only one who hasn't changed that much-- also, they've been working together for a long, long time, from when Marty was very young before everything happened, and Doc mostly had the raising of him, so he relies on him a lot.

However, in this new timeline, even that’s changed to an extent;  Doc basically raised Marty to get him away from his awful family in the original timeline, which Marty would remember, but Doc in the new timeline wouldn’t because he wouldn’t have done that as much (he still would have but nowhere near as much as he did originally) 

He goes to community college in Hill Valley and lives most likely with Doc, and has a major in music or composition or something and maybe a couple minors in science / engineering / mechanics thanks to his work with Doc

They never stop time (and space, they add modifications so that they can go places on Earth and beyond) traveling (I’m not BTTF 2 or 3 compliant, really)

However,  they have to workshop it and a lot of the time it doesn’t work when they test it, especially early on, so sometimes Marty just shows up at literally any time and any place

They do have a time-and-space stable method of communication (I’ve been dubbing it the time-phone but it’s kind of a stupid name) and another time machine (either the train or another deLorean) developed so that Doc can always find him no matter what but until he can get there or Marty can get himself home, he just has to make the best of it

He does end up releasing records / becoming a pretty big musician and touring and stuff, and the name changes from The Pinheads (probably their first album / audition tape) to McFly and the Flyaways

In verses where he marries Jennifer, their kids are named Emmett George and Elizabeth Lorraine, not Marty Jr and Marlene, because seriously canon, what on earth

#ooc. #headcanon. #marty mcfly [muse.] #doc brown [muse.] #so maybe i project on him just a little too much... maybe... #alcoholism tw #toxic family tw #capgras syndrome tw #capgras tw #(it's the closest analogy i can think of) #ask to tag