In a lot of ways, that sounds very like the way I manage my dementia. It helps a lot to understand that the hallucinations, as I experience them, are simply a f

In a lot of ways, that sounds very like the way I manage my dementia. It helps a lot to understand that the hallucinations, as I experience them, are simply a failure of the "normal" ability to simply not pay attention to ordinary signals (things "moving" in the extreme periphery of my visual field either while I'm reading or just doing the regular saccade thing, minor skin irritations being misinterpreted and taking on a life of their own, etc.). As long as I can interpret them at a higher level of thought and classify them, they're merely an annoyance (although, like that one mosquito in the tent with you all night, it can be one hell of an annoyance). Before I understood what was going on, and before I found medication to help me deal with the worst of it, those little unsuppressed signals were absolute hell—both on me, and because they affected my behaviour and beliefs, on the people around me. Unfortunately, my condition is progressive, so there will likely come a time when the meds can no longer help, and I'll find myself back in that world. Not looking forward to that at all, to tell the truth.