Affluent house. Volatile home. Good childhood. Wonderful siblings. Unrequited loves. ‘Almost’ normal looking. Alas ‘The uncanny valley’!
There’s a scene from ‘Starship Troopers’ that I remember fondly.
It was the infantry taking a unisex shower with no partitions… (no one was phased; certainly no one batted any eyes.)
Their was a guy at first blush being too inquisitive, but when tested, he replied:
‘I’m gonna be a journalist’
‘This is what we do, right?’
And he added:
‘So, c’mon let’s go around the room’.
The movie, has a following, it has respect in the Sci-Fi genre. And the scene makes for good character development.
So I was thinking like that.
Very abusive childhood and marriage. U.S.Air Force Nurse Corp and divorce. LGBTQ subculture in Phoenix and Omaha. Son dies from suicide at age 30. Very tumultuous lesbian relationship lasting 16 years, ends. I retreat to a midtown apartment hermitage, alone and happy.
Abusive childhood. Supershitty. Abusive relationship after abusive relationship. Homeless but not carless. True love. True heartbreak. Perfect life that didn’t last.
Okay childhood. Horrible high school years even though now I look back on them fondly. Exciting life from 18-22, major heartbreak, lost mind, met my husband, stay at home wife
I came, I saw, I concurred.
Wacky since day 1, unexpected miracles, wtf
Aliens gave me schiziphrenia in 2011 one night. Been crazy ever since. No recovery really.
California. Massachusetts. California. OUTER SPACE.
Unaffectionate upbringing. Stellar academics. Drop out. Odd jobs.
happy childhood, stressful college life…lost architectural career…now collect art and music. very happy now.
Happy but emotional home life.
Manic depression swings.
The supernatural and delusions come aboard in late teens.
Depressed in college.
Ingested a powerful psychedelic.
Triggered my SZA
Worked in the education field as a special Ed teachers aide for 25 years.
Goes on disability.
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Great child hood until the first grade then everything seemed sleepy to me.
Male. 31. Schizophrenic.
I’m 31, too. '89
the story that i have to tell, in 40 characters or less, is that pickles are cucumbers dipped in evil.
Alcoholic father, psychologically abusive mother. Gifted child. High school: Gothic loner. Bullied. Magical thinking. Hypersexual. Diagnosed with hearing loss. College grad. Hallucinations began. Quit a MA and postbacc program. Hospitalized 4 times in 5yrs. Still can’t drive. Battling drug addiction.
Childhood in Germany (weirdo), church, stupid teenage years, did stupid things, bad consequences, good uni memories, psychosis arrives, life changes.