Ok then I’ll say it. I have schizophrenia. See? It’s not that hard.
My sis and I have been kicking it here away from the fog and as I was hanging out in the pool a few people said hi. I was in the water so I was safe. A girl spoke to me. We talked and after a while she sat on the edge with my sis. I was just floating around.
The girl shyly asked my sister about me… After vital info was given the girl said… “He’s very different.”
My sis agreed.
The girl asked “I think he’s nice and not to be rude, but… what makes him so different?”
My sis hummed and paused and bit her lower lip and came up with, “well, my brother has had a very different life experience.”
A different life experience? Are you kidding me? Just say it. I say it. I say it all the time… “HI my name is James, I’m diagnosed schizophrenic, I’m a gardener and I live with my sister.”
Why does she have such a hard time saying it when I keep telling her… It’s OK. Just say it. Tell everyone and anyone. Put it in sky writing. She’ll tell a few friends. But it so odd to see her be so odd about this. She says it’s my head and my story. So it’s up to me who I tell; not her. I say… say it.