I didn’t actually “meet” him. He was standing by a busy intersection in a large city near me. He had a home-made crude sign asking for money and it stated he had sz. He was very dirty looking and looked as though he hadn’t had a hair cut or shaved in years. I was convinced he had sz.
I was afraid of him and i felt sorry for him.
I went to a local house made for schizophrenics, I personally want to live there if I can, but I met this 47 year old man named Sly. Everything was fine except he was disorganized with his speech and took him a couple seconds to speak about anything.
I worked in an acute inpatient ward so you can guess they were very unwell. It was hard to see so I had to call it quits. I also know someone who has it. I am lucky as I’ve been able to keep it under control with meds. I have been free of psychosis for almost six years. I can work. The guy I know had a very severe case of it.
I also met a sz person when I was hospitalized the first time. They were very mean to me though. I can understand why someone wouldn’t want to talk to someone that’s in middle of a psychotic episode, but I would think that someone that experienced psychosis before should be more understanding and compassionate to someone else who is currently experiencing an episode. I did not find this to be the case with this person.
I am a special education assistant and a few of my kids have sz. It’s frustrating because I’m not allowed to talk with them about it, and I have not “outed” myself at work to more than a few people. So, while I do know a few who have sz, and I would love to tell them they’re not alone and that they have a future, I haven’t been able to do that.
I answered i like Peas and Carrots but honestly i don’t know if I’ve ever met anyone with SZ. Actually scratch that i have when i was in the mental ward. And no one is normal in there including myself. And y r u not able to talk to ur students suffering from it about it @Hedgehog? Seems like u could make a positive impact with ur knowledge
If a student doesn’t tell me their diagnosis themselves, I can’t bring it up to them and infringe on their privacy. As for making my diagnosis public, I am worried about the stigma. The publc educational system has to be careful, and I respect that. I know that I’m not a danger to anyone, but because of stigma they don’t know that. All it would take is one parent hearing and voicing a concern and maybe I don’t have a job. Right now it feels like a huge risk. But I try to support all of my kids according to their needs.
Well its awesome ur putting ur life toward helping kids in that way. I hope one day when im out of school and have the time i can make a positive impact in peoples lives
Met several during my recovery from hospital to support group so of course relatively obvious symptoms but also found I could notice when people lied about sz or depression as well
The kids save me reguarly because it can’t be about me when I’m with them. They are frustrating, maddening, cute, wonderful and lively distractions. You have a sweet spirit @Kazuma, so I’m sure you help people even now. Follow your calling.
I’ve met many, some good some bad. we’re really not different from other people, we each have our good points and bad. Some were very ill some not so much.
I used to be in an Sz support group run through our county hospital.
We used to meet up after we were out…
some of the people there were doing well… further along in their healing… some people I had a hard time believing they were Sz…
But my disbelief of their functionality was my own perceptions… In my mind… if you had Sz… you had to be suffering as much as I was in order to be real.
Not realizing then that healing is a journey… some are further a head of me or behind me on the path.
I admit… there were a few people I could never warm up to… it had NOTHING to do with their illness… everything to do with the fact that not all humans get along.
The only other people I’ve met with sz have been while I was inpatient with them, so I don’t think that really counts. Can’t exactly get a good impression of someone when we’re all losing our minds.
my mom and one person I met in the mental hospital. I hated my mom growing up because of how she treated me, but in the past couple of years she has changed to be nicer. The lady I met in the mental hospital that told me she had it said she also had multiple personality disorder. She was pretty friendly and made people laugh and didn’t talk to herself like some of the other people in the hospital.
I’ve had three or four close friends who had paranoid schizophrenia like I have. I was in a locked psychiatric hospital for 8 months with a hundred other severely mentally ill people. I never asked anybody in there what their diagnosis was but judging from a lot of the peoples looks and behavior and the way they talked I would guess that a lot of them were schizophrenic.
And yeah, I’ve seen the many homeless people who hold up signs asking for food or who wander the streets in their own world raving on the street who must be schizophrenic.
In 1980 the first group home I was in was a house for schizophrenics and I lived there a year with 6 other schizophrenics. My impression of my friends who were schizophrenic were that they were nice, cool people. They seemed perfectly normal. We talked about are symptoms or our history but not a lot. Mainly we would sit and drink coffee or go to clubs or bars. Drive around. Sit on the porch and shoot the breeze with a couple of beers. Try to pick up girls. Just hang out and do normal things.
I know one girl, she and I were having a psychotic break at the same time, got hospitalized at the same time and she also has sz. She doesn’t like to talk about it still, I’m not sure how she’s handeling it to be honest.
She was the only one to believe I was god… I often feel bad for fueling her delusions but I was deluded too so…
I might try to reach her again.
I went on a date with this chick who told me I had crazy energy once. I met her before i went to the psych ward for my 5th time and when I got a day pass in the ward I texted her and we met up. She said my energy was so crazy that I, 'might be a god"… i thought i was a god at the time so i was pretty stoked…
pretty sure im not a god anymore and i question the mental space of that chick