Looking back I think I had bouts of depression when I was young, but my schizophrenia didn’t really break out until after I experienced hazing in the army. My name is Jason, and I am a disabled vet living with schizoaffective disorder.
My paranoia consisted of thinking my ex-girlfriend and her friends were after me. I thought every time I made eye contact with someone I could communicate with them using telepathy. I could talk to my friends in my mind as well.
I was actually diagnosed with schizotypal at Balboa Naval Hospital, and later was honorably discharged from the army. I drove cross country from California to Virginia. God was watching out for me.
Back home I wasn’t taking my medication. I was a danger to myself and others because I thought the voices in my head and the voices people heard that I made eye contact with were bad influences.
My parents had to call the police. I was taken away in hand cuffs and put in a mental hospital. This was a low point but it wasn’t the end. There I realized I did need help and I had a problem. I started taking my medication.
Now I am feeling better. I have published two books. When We Were Young and Misfires from a Lyrical Mind. I also have been published in Oxford Press’ journal Schizophrenia Bulletin. I enjoy writing very much.