As an Autistic person, although I have never experienced hallucinations nor delusions, growing up with an Autistic parent, my Mom who was profoundy psychotic and delusional most of her adult life and "untreated", living at home until 4 months before she passed-away in March of 2008, I myself all my life have internally seen myself as also being a mentally-ill "psycho-case".
I was her "caregiver", despite myself having Autism and also Mild Cerebral Palsy.
For 47 years, since Age 3 until age 50, I functioned at home as:
Scapegoat for Mom's Hallucinations/Delusions...
Convenient "Punching Bag"...
Mental Hospital Chronic Back-Ward Orderly...
It got to the point where I myself and my own Caitian Alter-Ego thought for decades, that I/We were also utterly cuckoo and needed to be locked-away in a mental hospital.
Growing up, on a daily basis, I had to "stand there" at home after school and during the summers and watch my psychotic Autistic Mom violently self-hit, and after she was done with herself, she just beat the daylights out of me.
I could only be my "real" Genuinely Autistic Developmentally-Disabled "Self", alone and in secret.
Mom did her Autistic "Self-Hitting" out in the open at home.
For decades I did my own Autistic "Self-Hitting" in "Secret".
I had no outlets for needing to self-stim, pursue hyper-focused special interests, and just be "Autistic".
I had to 24/7 "ACT NORMAL", like there was never anything wrong with me.
But my Dad and younger brother knew better.
Anyway...
I have survived to become an Elderly Autistic Adult.
Every day in real life I wear my medical restraint mittens for many hours every day to not be a "BAD BOY".
Myself being cuckoo or not cuckoo is a question I always seem to ask myself as I spend time in my bedroom from 12:00 to 17:00 every day in self-imposed physical restraint.