My parents took me in after i got fired from my job and evicted from my apartment when i was going through psychosis. The night i came home i loaded a shotgun and a pistol and tried to leave my home. My parents stopped me. I probably wouldve murdered someone. I got in my car to drive away cause i thought they were trying to kill me. My mom grabbed the handle of the door and i floored it. She fell. I thought i ran her over.
Fast forward 2.5 years and im stable, working 10 hours a week and living under their roof. My dad and me get along so well since i quit drinking. We make each other laugh all day. My mom works 5 to 6 days a week but when she is home we always laugh and talk. They let me do whatever i want and dont judge me for having no motivation to do anything. My dad read a couple of books on schizophrenia and prepared himself for the long haul.
Luckily im very with it and only get paranoid once or twice a week. My alcohol counselor even said that for having schizophrenia i am in really good shape. Im just sl thankful for my parents and recently have been really happy living at home. I love them so much i cant even put words to describe.
If you are a parent give your child a hug for me.