I do feel disabled. My disability is just a fact of life at this point. However, I am not ashamed or afraid. Rather, I am severely inconvenienced. I feel injured and crippled. To me it’s a challenge that I failed to overcome, and only have a small chance to fix before I end up on the streets.
It’s strange to me that you stress over the mere notion of being disabled.
Next paragraphs are just me venting about the specifics of my condition and are largely irrelevant for the conversation. Feel free to ignore them.
I was a programmer. This job requires high concentration, constant learning, and firm grasp of algorithms and mathematics. Those are precisely the characteristics that schizophrenia took from me. I am easily distracted, forgetful, emotionally unstable, not to mention delusional and experience hallucinations.
I waste hours to pace around the apartment just boiling delusions in my mind. I often lose items. When I go outside to buy food or bring water, I repeatedly return back halfway to check if I locked the front door, up to five times.
In terms of potential for learning I believe myself to be slightly above average. However that doesn’t matter much when I am just absolutely unable to focus on even reading a single book. I have to re-read a paragraph up to ten times just to understand what it says and how it connects to the rest of the text.
I am unemployed since 2016. I also dropped out of the university at last year and remain in a massive debt because of it. I have no control over my life, and I barely understand why that is.
Originally I considered “the voices” and “visions” to be minor inconveniences. During psychosis I even thought that they gave me important and valuable insight. However, I am in my early thirties now, and still can’t get a hold of my life, regardless of what I tried.
Being disabled is just a fact at this point, not a matter of feelings.