This Is Hard to Write
I understand Schizophrenia because the love of my life had it. He was a rare case, and a beautiful man with a beautiful soul. He was diagnosed with childhood schizophrenia, and undifferentiated schizophrenia. We lived together for about six months. I hated how people treated him. His whole life, all of his ideas were discarded as the rants of a "crazy man". Anytime he'd talk to people, I'd see them give others the "look". If you've spent time with a schizo, you know the look. The look that says, "I don't actually care what this person has to say, and it doesn't matter that I'm being rude and cruel because they're crazy!" That look killed me every time. I speak about him in the past tense because we have since moved on. He was a drifter, a free spirit, and I will love him unconditionally forever.