I was put in the hospital when I was 19. I thought it was to protect other people from me. When I told my parents this they said, no, it was to protect me from other people.
Did they tell you who?
No one specific. I was just doing things out of character. Going strange, sometimes dangerous places, just not being aware of how my presence affected other people and sometimes being unaware of my surroundings. I wasn’t doing these things all the time, but I got around.
But just as serious was that before the eventual 8 month hospitalization, I was in a group home with serious, serious symptoms for a year. I was seriously, seriously ill and I was 20 years old but naïve in lots of ways and I wasn’t on medication. So the big city had interesting points to it but it was a strange environment for someone with a strange disease.
You needed support, respect, and compassion. You needed help making sense of it all. A lot was happening, and you needed grace. I’m so glad you’re in a different place today!
Thanks @FlyingPurplePeopleMeeter, not only is that is very compassionate of you but it’s also good writing.
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