Schizophrenia - General Discussion
in Psychology & Therapy ·
Christian Doyle84 said:Hey, hey, listen—I just wanted to reach out and tell you that you aren't alone in this. Seriously. They took away my ability to work too, my parents are my legal guardians, and I've been living with a schizophrenia diagnosis for three years now... they've put me through absolutely everything. Right now, I'm on Abilify injections and Xanax, and honestly, I'm feeling way better than I did the last two months. Those past two months were pure hell; I was going through the exact same thing you are, and it was so bad I ended up in the ER because a panic attack triggered by my own thoughts just totally leveled me. I'm carrying so much trauma from everything I've endured, and sometimes the voices get so loud that I'm genuinely terrified that the dead, the living, and even imaginary people are going to jump out of thin air right next to me. How do I cope? Honestly? I don't. It's hard. It's actually just horrific. People who haven't lived through this... they just can't wrap their heads around how terrifying it is. To me, it feels like being dead and just waiting for someone to wake you up. Most of the time, I'd give anything to just do something mindless—anything just to escape my own head... so I end up sleeping a lot and just staying in bed. If you ever need someone to talk to, please, just shoot me a DM. Hang in there!
Do you people ever stop to think about what happens once your parents pass away?
I read about this guy who took his own life. He had a schizophrenia diagnosis and spent some time in a psychiatric facility.
He was terrified that if his parents died, he’d be shoved straight back into a psych ward, and death started looking like a much better alternative.
Is there even a chance of inheriting a family pension or social security benefits?
Or maybe, if things improve and I regain my ability to work, I could just flee to some more humane country where we're actually treated like human beings.
Back when I had an incident—just a minor misdemeanor, really—two years ago, the police hauled me off to a psych ward in Cleveland. I still have nightmares about it. I live in constant fear that they’ll drag me back there again, all because I was an idiot and handed my discharge papers to my primary care doctor—which I was told to do—only to then hand them over to the police for inspection. I didn't even have to do that. I guess I shouldn't have.
To be blunt, my legal and human rights were blatantly violated, and the conditions in that place were subhuman.
Even for me, death seems like a better option than being locked up in a facility like that.
We seriously need to address this.