Living With Schizophrenia: The Importance of Routine

I can remember the early days of having schizophrenia. I was so afraid of the implications of subtle body language, like a lingering millisecond of eye contact, the way my feet hit the ground when I walked or the way I held my hands to my side. It was a struggle to go into a store or, really, anywhere I was bound to see another living member of the human species.

With a simple scratch of the head, someone could be telling me to go forward, or that what I was doing was right or wrong, or that they were acknowledging the symbolic crown on my head that made me a king or a prophet. It’s not hard to imagine that I was having a tough time in the midst of all the anxiety and delusions.

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I can very much relate, thank you for posting this.

I do wish I could be a bit more seat of my pants, don’t have to plan stuff… but it never works out for me and then the anxiety likes to play.

If I’m going to do something new, it has to be scheduled so I can get mentally get ready for it. Otherwise, I panic.

I do better with routine but am not sure that a daily routine of doing hardly anything counts. I certainly think a good routine round when you eat and sleep helps. Neither of which I have.
I think low motivation and difficulty organising and planning affects the ability to have a routine.

I always stick to a medication routine - setting my cell phone alarms at the same time everyday and I will check off my meds on my phone. Sticking to a routine as much as possible is important for us. Thanks for posting this @SzAdmin

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Routine has been my salvation. That, and an arseload of sticky note reminders and then Google Calendar alerts when technology finally caught up to my diagnosis.

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I like routine, but it can be hard to keep up when you’re not sleeping right.

I remember that walking in public problem before I was on meds. With every step and swing of my arms trying so hard to act normal and still looking like a complete loon…and all the evil looks I got from people, hyper-aware of every move they make. What a nightmare. It’s no wonder I wanted to kill myself so badly. I still can’t walk through a mall.

We’re similar to autistic people in that we need routines so badly. I woke up an hour late this morning like less than an hour ago and it made me upset, for example.

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