I’m 58 years old, I was diagnosed when I was 19. I went the whole suffering route for a couple years and spent most of the '80’s in hospitals and group homes, and incidentally had a crack addiction in the late 80’s that I eventually took care of.
But I’ve had some good years and too many great experiences to count. Once the initial two years of solid psychosis eased up I started to slowly integrate into so-called “normal society”. I got a job when I was 22, I made a couple of friends. I remember living in supported housing when I was 22 and living with other mentally ill people in an apartment building and making friends with my neighbor. I remember what a big deal I felt it was when my neighbor and my roommate took us out to eat at a food court near us.
I remember feeling almost like a kid sneaking in and actually being in public and actually sitting in the midst of normal people in public. I felt we were getting away with something just eating in public. It seems such a weird feeling to look back on that attitude because since then, not only have I eaten matter-of-factly at a hundred restaurant’s since then and felt perfectly at ease, but now in the span of my lifetime I’ve been to such varied things as concerts (Aerosmith, R.E.M. Bruce Springsteen etc.) I’ve been to comedy clubs and plays and movies and felt perfectly at ease and felt like I belonged there like anyone else.
In my forties I used to take a two hour train ride to visit my dad and I also drove myself there which was about a two hour drive.
I’ve flown across the country a couple of times for vacation with my dad and step-mom to stay at my step-sisters house who was my age. The highlight of the trip was when my step-sister got drunk one night and I woke up on the couch in the living room one night to find she was laying full length on top of me, lol. Us schizophrenics get damn lucky sometimes, just like regular folk, lol! (nothing happened though).
But I’ve had many experiences both great and bad. I’ve hung around my sisters and all their friends and their husbands. I’m looking back on being almost steadily employed since i was 22. My drug addiction almost killed me but I got to see a little bit of the underbelly of society and little of the darker side and it was very interesting.
I got clean but my addiction was one of the sore points in my relationship with my dad. I caused him some trouble and he was so pissed off at me until the end of his life that just mentioning AA, CA or NA would anger him or anything else that reminded him of my drug use.
The only semi-positive comment I got from him about my drug days was when he begrudgededly said that I lived in the fast lane for four years. Which was true.
Anyways, I’ve lived on my own in the past, I’ve been taking care of myself since 1995. I’ve managed my own finances, took care of my car, made all my appointments myself and went to them on my own.
In some ways I’ve lived a very normal life through the specter of having this major mental illness has haunted me and lives in me all the time. I’ve just done many fun things though I’ve really slowed down. Unloading trucks at Sears for four years in my thirties took it’s toll and now I have a bad back. But I was about the best worker on the crew.
I think you get the general picture in my answer to your question. I’m not a fluke, keep coming to this site and you will see other schizophrenics who have done amazing things. I’m luckier in life than some schizophrenics and not as lucky as others.