I guess for most of my 37 years with schizophrenia I’ve been around high-functioning mentally ill people.
And I’ve been high functioning. I’ve been around low-functioning in hospitals and maybe one or two group homes. But never like I’m at now. I now live in a big city near downtown. I don’t go around insulting people on these forums or in real life. But now I’m with seriously ill people.
I live in a complex for mentally ill people with no staff and no supervision. Literally every day I have my fellow tenants and neighbors raving, yelling, angry, speaking in gibberish. I have to admit I like a little drama occasionally, but not non-stop. It’s not that I don’t like them. People here are polite and friendly even if they turn on you on a dime. I’m being cautious. Discretion is the better part of valor. I want to live a long, long time and I pride myself on the fact that in 37 years I have not laid a hand on anybody.
My sole slip was when some guy spit on me when I was 19 and I through a cereal bowl at his face (and missed). I get a little angry at strangers sometimes but nothing serious. My sisters tell me, “Leave people alone”. And for the most part I do. But leaving people alone and just frying to get along is an open invitation to be picked on. I am sorry to get negative for a moment especially since most people are nice to me especially on these forums which I appreciate. Ah well, tomorrow. A new day, and probably good weather. Work and a dentist appointment. School starts tomorrow and I’m looking forward to it.
Well, once I thought I was being helpful by spelling everything phonetically until I realized I had messed up my own reading skills because English is read by word recognition having nothing to do with spelling.