5 Ridiculous Myths You Probably Believe About Schizophrenia

It doesn't help that, according to pop culture, lots of murderers get off with a "the voices made me do it!" insanity plea (in reality, that defense is rarely tried, and when it is, it usually doesn't work). And again, Hollywood doesn't help, creating characters like Donnie Darko, who are commonly mistaken for schizophrenic and who allow their voices to convince them to do things like damage school property and listen to anything Drew Barrymore has to say.

I won't speak for all schizophrenics, but for the most part, we don't like our voices. Why would we ever do anything simply because those jerks told us to? Think back to your middle school bully -- how would you respond if he tried to talk you into committing horrible crimes, but couldn't threaten you bodily harm (because he himself had no body -- for the purposes of this example, your middle school bully is a ghost). You'd tell him to fuck off and leave you alone, or at least run away. Sadly, the latter is what many of us end up doing. I have a schizophrenic friend (our parties are great) who believes the voices are government agents who are out to get him, so he holes up in his house all day, trying to hide from them. I'm willing to bet they've told him to do a lot of things that, as detached from reality as he is, he has still never even considered.

And his case is typical -- the violent crime rate is no higher among schizophrenics than it is in the rest of the population. What they are more likely to do is simply withdraw from society -- many become depressed and/or have problems with substance abuse. A sad, pitiful little man hiding in his house all day is probably a far cry from the raving psychopath you're imagining, and that's a big reason why ...

That's because schizophrenics aren't necessarily drooling, twitching blobs of humanity -- it can actually be really hard to tell when they're having an episode. A lot of the symptoms of paranoia can be mistaken for simple social awkwardness. The only difference is that I also happen to think cameras are following me everywhere, which I'm probably not going to tell you about, and if I did, you would probably think I'm merely stoned, because people absolutely have.

For example, one of my problems is that if I make eye contact with a stranger in public, I'm suddenly convinced that they know what I'm thinking -- they can see it on my face somehow, and make no mistake, they are judging me. I have a real problem with eye contact in general -- when to make it, when to look away, oh god I've been looking away for too long, they think I'm weird, just look, dammit. Sound familiar?

It's hard for non-experts to distinguish. The only person who ever caught on was a psychology professor who noticed my eyes darting around the room over the course of a semester. One day, he asked me to stay after class. Expecting to be chided for not paying attention and preparing for an uncomfortable chit chat, I was instead asked "Did you know you have schizophrenia?" (I did, so it was all good). Even my own family doctor was surprised to learn that I had schizophrenia, adding "You look so normal," apparently because I wasn't currently throwing feces at her.

Another thing Russell Crowe and crew got right is that while schizophrenia isn't curable, it is treatable. But ...

It can be really easy to become overmedicated. At one point, during a nice vacation to the psych ward, I was taking a whopping 23 different medications. That's because antipsychotics all come with horrid side effects, which then have to be treated by other medications, which then come with their own side effects that have to be treated, and on and on. That did indeed leave me a sloppy mess lying on the couch in the common room, with no idea that my parents were there when they came to visit. But you don't have to become a walking pharmacy before you start seeing the effects. Lots of common medications cause nervous tics, manic energy, and even sensitivity to the Sun, which makes you itch like a bitch. Golly, doesn't that kind of sound like our twitching, drooling friend from earlier? He's probably got a lot of reasons for hiding under the bridge, but pharmaceutically-induced vampirism is almost certainly one of them.

With all of that awful stuff going on (such as, say, the agonizing muscle cramps Moban caused me) and no more voices in your head, it can be easy to start thinking that you've got this thing under control. You forget that the medication is the entire reason for that, because you're a little distracted by the excruciating pain and whatnot. "All this stuff is doing for me is making me miserable, so why keep taking it?"

Well, did you know that you can go into serious withdrawal from antipsychotics, like you can from narcotics? True story: when I was released from inpatient treatment, I was pretty over those 23 different medications. It turns out that going cold turkey off an Ozzy Osbourne number of drugs was so hard on my system that it earned me a trip straight back to the hospital, this time to the emergency room. I showed up looking like a heroin addict -- shaky, anxious, nauseous, and sweaty. The weirdest part was a thing called brain zaps. That's when, every so often, it feels like someone has jammed one of those prank handshake buzzers inside your head, and it's a fun little reaction your body has to suddenly not taking psychiatric medication.

That was an extreme case, but even after landing on a much more manageable regimen, going even one day without them makes my symptoms pop back up like a particularly unpleasant game of Whack-a-Mole. Within a few hours, I start to get headaches, and I can kind of feel the voices coming. They start out whispering, barely audible, and gradually get louder until they're yelling. Luckily, the medication can take effect just as fast -- I know I've landed on a good one when the voices start to quiet down after about 30 to 60 minutes, although it does take a bit longer than that to fully take effect. Over the course of about 2 or 3 weeks, they'll gradually get quieter and quieter until they disappear completely.

I do still have what are called "breakthrough" symptoms about one to three days a month, when the voices taper on and off, gradually getting louder and then quieter again. But hey, voices one-tenth of the time is exactly ten times better than voices all of the time.

It would have been incredibly hurtful if I didn't know it was so obviously ridiculous. I don't even approve of spanking, let alone the horrible things these women were imagining. It is, in reality, no different from any of the millions of mothers currently trying to raise children while treating a chronic illness on the side. If you sterilize everybody who needs prescription medication to get by, the world will run out of babies pretty fast. And it's not only forum trolls saying this stuff -- a lot of well-meaning people in my life, from friends to therapists to other patients, have told me I would never be able to live a normal life. I would never go to college, get a job, get married, have children -- those are for healthy people and, you know, the people who merely have physical illnesses. Once a sickness reaches your brain, apparently society should put you on a raft and float you out to the sea.

In other words, it is hard to get by with a mental illness ... because other people go out of their way to make it hard. For example, there's the fact that once you confess to having hallucinations, everything you say thereafter is considered untrustworthy. Even my doctor refused to believe me about the side effects I told him my medication was having, even though they're right there on the label. Nobody wants to get sucked into the crazy person's delusions because that's how it spreads, damn it!

When it comes to dating, guys tend to freak out when you tell them six months into the relationship that you hear voices and sometimes see things that aren't there. Surprisingly, a lot of people, including my now-husband, were okay with it as long as they find out right away, so I learned to be very up-front about it. On the other hand, you have to watch out for the crazy fetishists, like this one guy I dated in college. These guys seek out "psychos" because they think they'll be better in bed. Sadly, I didn't last long with that guy, because I -- the actually mentally ill person -- wasn't anywhere near as insane as other girls he dated, who were presumably perfectly healthy.

I eventually graduated with a degree in IT, but while I was in college, I worked normal college student service jobs, including one at a hotel front desk. My disorder came to light on the job because it happened to coincide with one of my "fuck medication" phases, and I picked up an unfortunate habit of checking in guests who weren't there. My explanation of, "Terribly sorry about that, I have schizophrenia, I'll try harder to differentiate between real and imaginary guests in the future" didn't go over as well as I'd hoped. My manager went nuts, insisting that I was dangerous and shouldn't be working with the public.

Luckily I'm in a field that allows me to work from home, so now that's an option. I'm a mostly normal person -- a college-educated, married, work-at-home mom. I realize that makes for a less-than-exciting ending to this tale, but that's the point. You've spoken to or worked with people with schizophrenia and you never knew it, because they live the same boring day-to-day lives as the rest of us. That normal, everyday life is a precious thing, and I can say from experience that getting it probably required them to wade through a whole lot of bullshit.

Amanda Davenport is a work-at-home mom with an amazing 3-year-old, an awesome husband, and a cute little shih tzu. Check out her website if you're interested in working at home. For excessive Fight Club jokes, follow Manna on Twitter.

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