My brother was a chronic schizophrenic most of his life—from the time he was a teen until the day he died in 2003, at age 44. My family would always take him places around other family members, and strangers too. We didn't keep him locked up in the house away from people. There were family and strangers who were afraid of him. They thought they'd “catch” what he had. It hurt us, but, we loved him. Our life was filled with stress, but also with love. He knew he was loved.
Views expressed in the stories don’t necessarily reflect the views of One in Five Minds: While we encourage input, we are not responsible for materials posted by users of our websites. Comments or opinions expressed on our websites are those of their respective contributors only. The views expressed on our websites do not necessarily represent or reflect our view(s). We are not responsible for, and disclaim any liability in relation to, the comments/materials posted by contributors to our websites.