Both my parents were diagnosed with Schizophrenia @unreal. It is in my official documentation from when I was in the orphanages from 6 years of age. I have very clear memories of visiting psych ward when I was 10. (1970) Sadly, many of my family have endured multiple admissions over 3 generations. Mostly I had not been permitted to speak of my experiences due to various aspects of SHAME.
I tried to get a PARC admission 6 years ago. Hmmm. That was a balls up. They don’t want to lock me up, probably cos I am seen as too high functioning and even moderately educated in their field. So I am left with activism, education and even holding the system to account. It’s important people working in the system are not too casual about their muck ups. They have made such a mess of my son, I am not buying into progressive arguments that it is a lot better these days. My family trauma load is sufficient and documented that I have been “ granted” NDIS. Now I have to convince support workers that I don’t have an intellectual disability as they are often confused, but they are getting paid to get it right. I am patient and kind, follow the rules, had varied and professional work history, a neck condition from too much stress, but am tired of being played for a fool. Oops … that could be a line in a rap song…
My personality was pretty shy and obedient and introverted, but has broadened a lot in last few years.