Schizophrenia
I was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia at age 21. I never believed that was my problem, but I went through therapy for my family’s sake. I cried a lot because I dropped out of college due to it and my fiancee left me for it too. I’ve dated over the last 40 yrs just to get my heart broken 3 more times. I was hospitalized every 4 years and managed to have a son at age 24. my mom helped us out a lot, but his father and the rest of my relatives chose to treat us like we didn’t exist. especially my two brothers, one of them being my fraternal twin. I went back to get my bachelor’s degree, got a job teaching, and got my master’s degree as well. after teaching 16 years I had to resign and try working with mentally challenged kids for 5 years. I’ve always worked well with the students, but not my coworkers. I left there to work with mentally challenged adults for a year. my grandson was born so my son trusted me enough to be his full time caregiver for 4 years until he moved to another state. then I watched him Christmas ad summers. recently I have no mate but my son takes me to lunch every week and he gives me gifts. I am a lot happier these days and he bought me a pit bull 7 years ago. I always told my son to care for people even if they don’t care. He works in a psych ER and he has learned how to talk to me when I feel things aren’t going my way. I hope you can find hope in my story. I just celebrated my 60th birthday and I’ve managed to get the attention I needed from some of my family. well at least my twin. and my son’s friends respect me and my grandson’s friends love me.