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Schizophrenia – 1968

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I knew ONE person who had Schizophrenia. The elderly priest with whom I was staying said so. But I could No Appreciable difference between that man’s behaviour and mine. Nor was he different from a hundred others.

YEARS ago, (end of 1987) I had needed Expert and Instensive Counselling. My psychiatrist never told me that it was Depression. Anyway, I used to Cry and Weep, at what many would say the Drop of a hat. This was at the age of about 40! After my Ordination!

On the one hand I think the West is applying Medical labels too often, and too easily. And too many drugs are prescribed and used there. What a Difference from India! Here, They/We Accept many things, and take them in our Stride.

Am GLAD, Alaina, that You came out of this, and Witness to the fact that Others can too. Thanks for the Sharing.

Glad to know that Hannah Green herself came out of it, and wrote that Grand book. All Kudos.

Disagree with Alaina’s Mom that ‘schizophrenia has no known cause.’ With All Respect to Alaina’s Mom, Any companion who is Constantly Angry can cause/Or Hinder the Healing of… Severe Mental Illness, if not Schizophrenia.

10 thoughts on “Schizophrenia – 1968”

  1. Good day Baba. WordPress wouldn’t let me reply to the comments you left on my photos for some reason so I will have to reply here. Thank you for your kind comments; I’m glad you enjoyed the scenery. 😀

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    1. Thank You, Sarah! By the way, do not know if it is a problem of WordPress or some Virus! Am having lots of trouble here too! Hope it is all sorted out soon! Love and Regards. 🙂

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      2. Hello, Sarah! It is a combination of a laptop that is too old, and virus, I think. Am expecting some money, which should get me a new CPU. As for the virus, though Norton says: The page is secure/safe and all that, I think they have not yet found a fix for this virus. But they will do it, along with our trusty old WordPress!

        Love and Regards. 🙂

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  2. I agree whole-heartedly with what you have said: “…I think the West is applying Medical labels too often, and too easily. And too many drugs are prescribed and used there.”

    Yes, very true, in my opinion. I am so glad it is different in India. I believe that our minds can heal, but only with good care. Mind-numbing drugs and stigmatizing mental illness labels and locking people up who are no danger to anyone, is NOT good care.

    I am glad that you are better after your time of depression when you were in your 40s. I have battled depression too, a miserable thing to have. Now when I feel like I am in danger of becoming depressed, I jump up and go for a long fast walk. Or, if the weather is too bad to walk outdoors, I jump and run in place indoors on a small trampoline we have. Then I feel very happy, like a little child again. 🙂

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    1. Thank You Alaina, for Your response and Concern. My return to Normalcy was Entirely without Drugs. And let me give credit to my Psychiatrist, Dr. D’Netto of Pune. He was not only an expert, but also a Very Dear man, and Very Spiritual. He was one of the Editors of Charisindia.

      Six years ago I also suffered a heart attack. So No Fast walks for me. But I do walk, mostly in my little compound, which allows all of about 25 metres of walk! I try to walk 1 or 2 kilometres a day.

      And I really wonder whether running of walking fast is such a good idea.

      Hearty Regards again. 🙂

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      1. My best-friend-husband had 2 heart attacks 15 years ago, so he is also unable to walk very fast. When we walk together, if I too much energy, I sometimes walk very fast to the end of the block, then I rush back to him before he is half way down the block.

        Yes, running or walking fast may not be a good idea as we get older and our bodies are more prone to injury. However, I loved to RUN like a deer when I was a little girl. Although I am now a 61-year-old great-grandmother, I still enjoy the feeling of “flying” across the ground with the wind in my face.

        A few years ago I fell when I was walking very fast. I landed very hard on pavement, breaking 4 ribs and breaking my left wrist. The pain was terrible. I did not fully heal for almost a year. I also needed surgery to repair my broken wrist. So.. now I try to be more careful.

        I think the best way to heal from emotional difficulties is without drugs. Here in the USA people are often put on drugs at the first sign of sadness, even the normal sadness one feels when a dear loved one dies. My younger cousin was a nurse in a hospital, a brilliant, compassionate young woman. When her father died unexpectedly at the age of 66, my cousin’s doctor put her on an antidepressant drug. My cousin grew worse on the drug, not better. She did not live to see her 39th birthday.

        I still miss her every day. I blame the drug she was given for her tragic death.

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