Living with a Schizophrenic

For as far back as my memory can recall, I’ve been around family members who had been struck down by Schizophrenia. This is a mental disease that causes the victim to suffer visual and auditory hallucinations. If the proper medication isn’t prescribed, or if the person inflicted with the disease refuses to take his medication, the symptoms may cause the victim to go through severe trials.

It seems as though Schizophrenia runs in my family. One of my uncles, one of my aunts and even my mother were all diagnosed with the disease years ago. For a long time, my anxiety (which is yet another mental disease) nearly paralyzed me with the fear that even I would at some point also be diagnosed with Schizophrenia. It was something that I thought about daily, constantly. All that stress has left its permanent mark on my face.

I’ve already begun losing my hair, and whenever I am worked up about something, my head begins to throb. Of course, that’s not just from my anxiety. When you couple my anxiety along with all the other stresses in my life, you have a recipe for disaster.

I live with my uncle. He’s a schizophrenic. Try to imagine being awoken at 3:00 AM by the hysterical, high pitched screams of a grown man who is arguing with people that do not exist. Dealing with this type of disease is taxing on everyone involved, not just the person suffering hallucinations. There have been several occasions where I wanted nothing more than to yell at him, and just tell him to be quiet.

I can’t do normal things that other people would do. I can’t sit in the living room and read a book or write, because this person’s constant yelling makes it unbearable. I’d rather go to work, but I can already see myself being frustrated that I can’t concentrate on anything properly because of this. It is a daily thing that is very hard to deal with, but you have to learn to live with it.

When it comes down to it, I can’t really be angry at him. After all, it’s not necessarily his fault that this disease decided to claim him. According to my grandparents, he used to be a very decent person. He had a job at some grocery store where, at one point, he was even going to be promoted to Manager, but then this happened. It is a sad and unfortunate thing, so I don’t hold any ill will toward him, but at the same time, I simply cannot be around him.

Here’s a helpful guide for those who are in the same situation.

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