I think I was normal-ish up until about 17. Then the best way I can describe it is that the world went from feeling 3D to feeling 2D. Or from feeling stereo to feeling mono.
Not really. I was only diagnosed 2 years ago, already in my 40s, but all my life I’ve failed to be normal, or at least to deceive others into believing that I was.
Looking back on my childhood, I don’t know if I was ever normal. I always had OCD and anxiety issues as far back as I can remember, but I didn’t think this would happen.
I do remember when I was not schizophrenic, which wasn’t too long ago. My life was good. I was going on a good path with my education and relationships with people. I still smile when I think of all the funny stuff my friends and I did together at school, those were better days. But now I must face a new reality and a new life. I’m not the same person I was before, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy life.
#everhopeful Please define the pejorative term “schizophrenia”. While you are doing that, please put that term in a historically and culturally relevent perspective. Then when you are doing that, please appologize to all the people that died in genocides, mass murders, the myriad attempts to silence or confine Non-“Normal” People or those that died or suffered whilest enduring an “Anti-Psychotic” or “Anti-Depressive” withdrawal attempt after a 20 year addiction to them (if you can dig up the numbers) AND respond without gas lighting me AND before my post is deleted by the speech and press suppression police men and women that run this website.