I think every childhood is different and I fall into the category of a small valley town with mostly Hispanics. I experienced harsh living conditions. Lack of food, money, parenting, But living in a good place with plenty of food and the basics seem to be very important. Single parenting is difficult. I have been diagnosed with sz
Hello, you 've had a bad childhood indeed. I had also hard time back then, because children at school made fun of me! I felt very embarrased and out of the community! But at least my parents had money for me to eat. I 've always had a hard time though, even now that I don’t have these “enemies”, my sz has gotten worse.
My childhood was alright. Parents eventually got a divorce, but I think it was better then them fighting all the time. It left me free to mess around with drugs though and that eventually led to a lot of trouble, including sz. Could have been better, could have been a lot worse.
At least a few times a week I think about the 6th gd and wish I could go back because that was before the symptoms kicked.
The summer befor 7th gd I can almost remember everyday in minute detail,maybe the stress of fitting In ,impressing new girls, learning new stuff and hormones is what triggered the beginning of the endless night for.
Up till then life was pretty cool I have a brother but he lived with my dad so I was like a only child with my ma.
My childhood was overall great. I especially remember the holidays, both christmas and summer as something memorable.
I had a lot of head circus when I was growing up. It just seemed like I started off predestined… born with some hyper activity and ADHD… then OCD… then PTSD… and just got worse as I grew. At 17 I was hit with the Sz label. I’m 30 now.
Large family… (5 of us kids) fairly stable home… parents both teachers and still together. There were some traumatic things and some scrimping and saving… but the actual childhood was pretty good. My parents are kind… and they did their best. I get along with most of my siblings… I’m closest to my kid sis.
At 14 the head circus brought in the big tent and looking back… I was out of my head most of my teen years… to try and combat that… an older cousin introduced me to many drugs and alcohol.
I feel I’m just now getting on stable ground.
My childhood was equal parts horrific and perfect. It’s a long story.
I will say that my family was very good to me. They nurtured my mind to be a good person.
Mine was like every kid in the neighborhood, we had very little money, but plenty of friends and imagination to make up for it.
I had different bipolar and anxiety/panic disorder symptoms starting early in my childhood.
I grew up in a very overprotective middle class environment - A pretty good childhood, but my 20s were filled with pain, this was when I entered full blown BP/SZ mode
My childhood was dreamy. From the first grade on I had the most intense crushes on different girls. In the first grade it was Twila Thornhill, in the third grade it was Jeanie Smith, in the fourth and fifth grades it was Sidney Marshall, in the sixth, seventh and eighth grades it was Ann Upchurch. These crushes were intense. They hurt. I remember one time I went swimming, and I was surprised that I had quit dreaming about Ann Upchurch for thirty minutes. I heard a guy in drug and alcohol treatment describe something very similar in his childhood.
WASP up until 11 yrs. I began to break out of the shell, alone.
It really doesn’t matter where you are from getting teased is common. I understand sz gets worst as we get older. I feel better with better eating, supplements, and journaling or some form of art
I experimenting with marijuana and I don’t think it helped my life at all.
Growing up I had depression, anxiety, and difficulty learning I had body image problems, and dieting, being over weight. I took diet pills at a young age
I was a big day dreamer with lots of imagination and I really liked boys, I was flirty.
In my family getting medical treatment was a phobia.
Being diagnosed with any illness was out of the question. There is a lot of denial in my family. I have children and I know there is some anxiety and fears, and nightmares, and ADD but I would feel heart broken if they get sz
I’m sorry that fear ran through your family.
There is an uncle on my Dad’s side who is also Sz. A sister on my Mom’s side who battled depression. So denial was kicked out before I was born. I’m most likely lucky for that.
My Mom was No Nonsense… when I was very young… I was already seeing child therapist… there was already Ritalin when I was a kid.
apart from a couple of incidents that could’ve killed me, i was quite happy till i hit 15, then i got attacked and it all went tits up from there really…
My dad was a recovered alcoholic and he battled diabetes. He also had PTSD possibly from being a veteran. My mom had cancer and tuberculosis when she started raising a family. I think there are a few missed diagnosis some where in the family. I had a lot problems during pregnancy and there is new research on prenatal and sz
We never had a lot of money but we always lived in nice houses or nice apartments in good neighborhoods. I had a lot of fun as a kid but I had a lot of miserable times when my friends would gang up on me and make fun of me. I hated high school. I was often lonely and only had a couple of friends. I pretty much withdrew from everybody in school and kept to myself in most of my classes. I didn’t talk to anybody except my friends, anywhere. But I did a lot of normal things. We used to play sports after school, or on weekends. That was fun. We used to go fishing. My friend lived on a short street with a cul-de-sac and we hung out in the street almost every night with some girls who lived there too. I don’t think the girls liked me but they tolerated me because of my friends. When one friend got his drivers license at 16 we started driving over the hill and going to the beach or we cruised downtown or around the massive shopping center. A lot of people have selective memory when it comes to their childhood. I can say my childhood was fun, but even while I was having with my friends I was often ganged up on and picked on.