Many years ago I dated a woman with schizophrenia. I knew she was taking medication. I knew she had been hospitalized in a psychiatric institution. I knew she was extremely intelligent. I knew she liked me. But, I never had any knowledge of what she was dealing with. No, we did not talk about the disease. Occasionally we might talk about a session with her psychiatrist, but our relationship was a normal boy / girl relationship. We played tennis. We biked. We swam. We went to plays. We went to movies. We ate out. We necked. We went to music festivals. We skied together. But I had no idea what she dealt with.
Listening to these patient voices began to give me an appreciation. I still do not understand, but I now can appreciate what she dealt with. We hardly ever talked about voices, she was taking serious medication and had stopped hearing the voices.
Okay I know this is not a political diary. Nor is this a Kosability diary. Go listen. Gain a little bit of knowledge. That is all I ask.
Have a great day.
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