Easter Measter

You know how we "regular" people sort of like to hang out with others, heck even sort of need that socialization? Well, I'm here to tell you that people with schizophrenia are no less needy. Sure, they come across as not needing others, but when it comes down to it, I think they need that interaction even more. Safe interaction, with people that they trust... family.

And here is where I admit that I have screwed up. We had everyone over to the house for Easter and Schizo-boy dutifully came out of his safe room to attempt to socialize. Unfortunately, I got caught up visiting with my grand daughter and failed to inject the usual pointed questions about sports that normally allows Schizo-boy to engage in a some what broken, but pseudo-normal conversation with his brother.

Of course, as soon as he had taken his last bite of Easter luncheon, schizo-boy just quietly slunked off to his bedroom to hide for the rest of the afternoon. After all, his brothers were not talking to him nor interacting with him in any way, shape, or form. If I developed Schizophrenia and as a result became an extremely introverted person, hell, I would just quietly leave the room as well.

How sad is that!? Seriously.

What is the Key?

Schizo-boy's cracks are starting to run together and become even bigger. The medicine that he is taking is only slowing that process down, I think. It's like before he went on meds, except in V E R Y slow motion.

I almost believe that his mind needs that definitive low of a crash to reset itself and I'm afraid that the medicine is not allowing that to happen.

The questions are; Even though his mind is fractured, is it strong enough to handle the slower crash? Are WE strong enough to handle it? I guess we have to be since he has no one else...