Harold Anderson3 said:From what I can see, the hurdle here is that she doesn't want to be hospitalized, but it might be (or even likely is) necessary. When you're in a facility for a month or two under 24-hour medical supervision, it's much easier to find the right treatment plan than it is after a single 45-minute talk. People are often hospitalized for much milder issues than schizophrenia.
Secondly, regarding the diagnosis itself, it doesn't mean much to me personally. It changes constantly; in my five years of psychiatric treatment, I think I've had about ten different diagnoses. My latest is F20.0, but after my last hospital stay, it was F20.4 (postschizophrenic depression). One doctor I see for psychotherapy told me my condition looks more like bipolar disorder, while my primary doctor insists it's probably schizoaffective disorder because of my frequent mood swings. Yet, the diagnosis remains F20.0. So, the label itself isn't the most important thing to me; it's more about the medications I take.
Maybe try talking to your sister again about agreeing to hospitalization—try explaining that it isn't a prison, it's a hospital, and that she will actually feel better.
You can develop schizophrenia at any time, though it most commonly manifests around age 18.
I actually have a friend who deals with psychosis and is unable to work, and since she doesn't have a formal employment history, she receives disability payments from the state$417.
Not only did she refuse to be admitted, but my dad was strictly against it too! I was sick, and honestly, I felt guilty for even suggesting hospitalization a few times... like I was just trying to get rid of the problem instead of helping. So, I gave up on the idea and never brought it up again. This all happened a year and a half ago, and since then, we’ve just been pretending it never happened.
As for the diagnosis, it doesn't matter for you because you're aware you have a condition that requires treatment—which is actually a positive sign, and perfectly normal for me. But my sister? She was in denial from start to finish, during the whole thing, and still is now. Total, absolute denial. After everything, everyone else is to blame: her supervisor, the circumstances that caused the escalation (stress, as if I wasn't stressed too, especially with Mom being ill), etc. Everyone is at fault except her. The doctors are crazy, and we're the only sane ones.
While she was out on medical leave, she still went to those follow-up appointments (she had to for the paperwork), but once she returned to work, she never went back. Every time I try to talk about it, I’m met with anger or indifference. Again, more denial.
Maybe I'm worrying for no reason. Maybe it really was just a one-time episode. But this low mood and depression are her daily reality. She fixates on trivial things, like her weight... always depressed because of a few extra pounds, yet she seems to eat more and more. Every day is a "new decision" to go on a diet, followed by the same meal every single day. Emotional connections? Zero. Nothing ever lasts; everything is superficial, brief, pointless.
I tell myself I can't live someone else's life for them... but still... I can't just look away or forget all these problems. I can't say anything. I just stay quiet, watch, and suffer endlessly.