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Visit http://www.hopeandrecoveryfilm.com for more information. "Living with Schizophrenia: A Call for Hope and Recovery" is a half-hour documentary film that tells the story of three people who are living meaningful lives with schizophrenia, a chronic and potentially disabling brain disorder. The film sets out to increase understanding and to reduce the fear and stigma often associated with this mental health condition. About one percent of the US adult population, or 2 million, and approximately 24 million people globally are living with schizophrenia.View Thread
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Seriously, I'm feeling a bit burned-out right now and I need a good pep-talk. What do you do when you feel that you just can't take it anymore?View Thread
However, I am missing lots of days at my job, calling in "sick", and when I'm there I'm intensely bored with the work and dissatisfied with my coworkers. I've thought of asking my doctor to see a counselor, but I don't trust the medical privacy of it, nor am I very motivated in such situations.
Changing jobs would be impossible. I would never find a 12 hour a week job like this one, and there would be so much uncertainty about whether it would be any improvement. And I'm extremely limited here by the transportation. Also, changes are very stressful for me.
I can't figure out what to do. I go to my clerical job, get bored, tend to eat a lot of unhealthy fast food during work then feel awful about it. Sometimes I leave my money at home so I can't buy snacks, but then feel like I'm being tortured to get through the 4 hours. Sometimes I try to just buy fruit, but it hasn't worked yet.
And the coworkers. I'm male, and they're almost all female, talking incessantly about their boyfriends (I'm well over 40 and have no interest in this), their upcoming marriages, their pregnancies, their babies. It's incredibly uninteresting and I rarely talk for the entire 4 hours.
There is also one employee I sort of consider a bully, but that would require another post to explain.
I can't figure out what to do. I wish I could stay home every day and just watch tv, use my computer, and relax.View Thread
MY NAME IS TRACI DIONNE WELLS AND I WAS DIAGNOSED WITH SCHIZOPHERNIA. I HAVE A MAJOR PROBLEM WITH HAVEING THE ILLNESS. THE SCHOOL SYSTEM WANTED TO DIAGNOSE ME WITH A ILLNESS WHEN I WAS IN MIDDLE SCHOOL BUT MY MOHTER DID NOT LET THEM DIAGNOSE ME. I AM 29 YEARS OLD AND STILL LIVING AT HOME WITH MY PARENTS. I WAS DIAGONSED WITH THIS MAJOR ILLNESS ABOUT FIVE OR SIX YEARS AGO. MY MAJOR CONCERN IS WHY DID SHE LET THEM DIAGONSE ME WHEN I AM AN ADULT AND NOT LET THEM DIAGONSE ME WHEN I WAS YOUNGER. I GET ANGRY SOMETINES BECAUSE MAYBE IF I WAS DIAGNOSE EARLIER THEN I WOULD NOT HAVE THIS MAJOR ILLNESS.View Thread
I went to some marriage cousnling with her, when it came up the counslor thought she had some mental issues my ex quit going and it pretty much ended the marriage. The counslor said she beleive she had schitzo effective disorder, thought disorder and Post Tramatic Stress Disorder.
Going through the divorce I had a really hard time negotiating splitting things up, she thought she should get everything. Even though her getting everything she would be unable to make payments on the vehciles and the house. She didn't make enough money to make payment on both her vehicle and the house payment, but she of course wanted both.
Well, I end up getting the house, but she never felt it was fair. We didn't speak much after the divorce but I'd get e-mails about how unfair the divorce agreement was, how I ripped her off because I got the house, how she's going to hire a lawyer and try to get the house etc.
Well, now were over 4 years after the divorce. I get a call from her out of the blue and she's really polite and she's like, you know what I've been thinking? I think we should just sell the house and split the money.
My jaw literally hits the floor, I'm wondering what the heck she's thinking, like I'm going to go, yea that sounds fair, let's do that. The house that I've now had for 4 years, done the up keep, paid 100% of the morgage for 4 years. Got it in the divorce, I'm now just going to sell it and split the money with you.
My question is, I really never understood the thought disorder part of this. Is this part of the thought disorder? I just can't get over how crazy of a question it was and honestly don't know what her expections were when asking me to do this.View Thread
But it's not really funny, because this is affecting my life so much recently, that the good years that I used to have are waning fast. Most recently I have cleaned the crap (including bad people) from my life, but am too scared to even go on a date for fear of consequences. In addition, I have no insurance, no real money. I cannot afford to check inpatient and don't forsee it anytime in the near future. My only hope is to continue to self-diagnose, and hope that I can pay for whatever meds I need to live a more normal life. I can say for sure that I experience depression, strong PTSD, and paranoia. I know this is question is long (and out there)...but I really need some help. Thanks.View Thread
So... we don't take that anymore.
Now... I'm resigned to the notion that there is nothing that can help me. No medication is going to make these things go away... so seeking it out is futile. I need a new way to cope... the problem is... embracing this doesn't result in anything positive... so... I have to fight my nature which is to corrupt, manipulate and ultimately destroy. Rinse... and repeat.
So... yeah... I'm sick of typing.
The point?
Twofold. I needed something to give my therapist. I don't have one... but I think this might start an interesting discussion. Perhaps... just maybe... they won't think this is all in my head.
I JUST WANT HELP! I WANT TO BE WELL! DON'T TELL ME I'M OKAY! I'M NOT! I'M NOT MAKING THIS UP!
As you can see... I'm not particularly thrilled with anyone's response that "you're fine" or "this is normal" because I know it's not. If you've read all this..... do you have any doubt?
Or... perhaps everyone goes through this... and I'm just relaying a very common life experience.
That's the second part.... if anyone would know if I'm truly schizophrenic... this group would.
So... what do you think?
There's more... but I think this will suffice for now.View Thread
It was also at this time that I began embezzling. That was a new drug. I literally stole thousands in cash and merchandise from the CD chain I worked for. I had a crew. We all worked together. But I was the kingpin. I was the only one w/ the balls (stupidity) to take the big risks and clip $300+ a night from the register. For a 16-17 year old... not too bad.
Caught? Never! Was even able to orchestrate a frame. A newbie came in, less than intelligent, easy to manipulate, but too caught up in himself to realize. I started the ball rolling... my manager picked it up and soon all the strange things happening around the store had an explanation.
And I knew it was time to go. And I did. Clean.
College
This is when I noticed something was wrong with me. Being at a big school it was easy to shrink into the background. And I did. I hated it. I was isolated, but disgusted at what I saw around me.
I imagine it's because I hated how easy it was for them all. Easy to be around each other. Play. I couldn't do that. I wasn't like them. I didn't want to be like them.
So... I spent 4 years in hell and never understood why they called it "Happy Valley"
My Career
Yes... even I'm tiring of this story at this point. But I'll keep going... it has a purpose I promise. It's the only way you'll believe me.
I began work... blah blah... Life was pretty boring. Still womanizing the best I knew how, though the caliber decreased precipitously. Ladies that aren't "classically beautiful" are great targets. Back to God status.
Christ... even at the longest job I held for 3 years I played the whole place. The partners thought I liked them... they were scum... I told everyone and they respected me for it. Had two the last "pretties" I would have there while they both worked there. Managed neither knew of the other... and I was engaged w/ a child on the way (which was later miscarried)
Around this time my mother had serious back surgery. I wasn't so concerned about that as I was the painkillers. Lovely lovely painkillers. I didn't event try to hide the fact I was stealing them... and per usual... denial allowed for it happen. Once my mother got upset... but... what did I care? Be pissed. What are you going to do?
So... the drugs ran out... and now I find myself closer to today.
For a bit I thought I was a sociopath. I later found that this was wishful thinking. What I thought I was is very different from the reality. The notion I was a charming individual was shattered when I was confronted with the fact that I wasn't by my latest girlfriend and her family.
Apparently I'm a pathetic shell of a man who acts like a child and is awkward in any social situation. Luckily, I don't care for any of them. But, for some reason, I care about the one I'm with enough to try to make things right with them. Even though they know I've totally messed with their daughter's head. Was even abusive once... though I don't remember how it started. I just went black and when I came back she was bleeding from the nose.
It's weird... push me.... corner me... and I'm vicious. I didn't think that was in me.View Thread
I re-read that and feel like a fool. Yet another self diagnosed hypochondriac who wants to feel special. The only thing that's wrong w/ that sentiment is... WHO WOULD WANT THIS!?!
For almost 10 years I have been trying to discover what is wrong with me. I KNOW something is wrong with me. The older I get... the more I believe.
Screw it, if I can't indulge myself here where can I? So here is the trip... all 4000 characters of it.
Childhood
When I was young I didn't play with other children. I didn't need to. I was content playing my 45s on my Fisher Price record player, drawing, reading... by myself.
My stepfather's mother voiced her concern then. Stating something to the effect of, "that's not normal." My mother saw I was content... so why change it? Besides... I'm just a kid... they're all different right?
What makes me laugh is I am described as an angel at this time. I did what I was told. I behaved like a little gentleman. Never caused a problem. Just a perfect, cute little boy. Today I laugh and wonder what happened to that little boy... because he grew into something very different.
Elementary School
I didn't have a lot of friends in elementary school. I don't remember having a real friend until around 5th grade. I just focused on school and my own devices. Video games, reading, writing, music.
I didn't go to kindergarten. My birthday fell at an odd time so I wasn't 5 until after the school year began. When the next year came, I was tested and allowed to enter 1st grade (yeah... exactly how smart do you need to be to do that? Spell your name?)
I have one memory that I still find humorous. It was during play time (or whatever) where I got to paint. At the time, I liked to draw houses. A couple squares and a roof with a yellow sun shining on it. Inside each cube of my 6 room house? Two people. One killing the other. Guns. Knives. Rope. Blood everywhere. I was proud of it. I remember thinking the red was pretty.
My 1st grade teacher didn't share the sentiment and called my parents. Who... per usual... didn't think anything of it. Nothing wrong with our boy. Just a kid being a kid.
High School
Armed with my one friend Tony, I entered high school. Found drugs in 9th grade. Smoked pot first as it was easier to get. Then alcohol. Then acid. Later XTC and even later cocaine. And I didn't just experiment... they were a great escape... and something I could do alone. Get absorbed into my own world.
It was during this time that I first learned of my power. I was invincible. I did drugs at school, acted like a freak, and never busted. So I pushed it further. I was / am your classic womanizer. I thought I was just a normal hormonal teenager... but at 30 and talking to others... having had sex with several girls before 18 isn't as typical as I first thought.
I enjoyed the control. I was a sly, sliver tongued charmer who could corrupt even the most innocent of the flock. And I reveled in it. No one could resist... well... not those I chose anyway. And later I found I could have had more... but who hasn't.
So high school was great. Though I never hung out w/ anyone but one of three people... I had a strange popularity. Everyone knew me. Girls crushed on me. Guys respected me and wanted to be around me. I was "the man." Weird... as now I think I was just in my own world. Regardless..... it was great.View Thread
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