i think...my "problems" are from having started as a low status, short, button nosed, prematurely aged flamboyantly gay dude (age 17), who -quickly- messed up (reefer, pills, sodomy...), and predictably became estranged from my (loving, wonderful...did I mention we've reconciled?) parents, plus...
-poverty-
my poverty was not nearly as severe as it could have been (did I Mention my parents?), but it was rough...that coupled with stigma and being homely and physically sick (i may have had cancer...suspend your disbelief, I guess...my life 'out there' was rough...broad road is not the place for me, no sir), plus...
ugh. im not -big- on genetic factors in 'severe mental illness,' but some relatives up the family tree got to a point where the pressure got to be too much, and...that was it. not state hospital - level losing it, but...hospitalization, some shock treatments here and there, that kinda thing. me? factor in the uppers, downers, poor health, fake friends, family conflict, poverty, general misery...
-sigh- God had mercy (pity?) on me. I survived...a lot. the 1 good thing I can say about the involuntary shock is that I don't remember much, at least...no where near as much as I would had I not been zapped. and, now...
Praise God! A tad less than 8 years into my genuine walk with The Lord, I don't have to live in real poverty (long story), I'm physically healthy (no medical treatment, whatsoever), and my need for psych drugs is relatively minimal, all things considered (the 'atypical' tranquilizer, rarely a "non-addictive" sedative at night to simmer down), and...
ugh. they're still just palliatives, you know? its like having a chronic cough, and doing nothing about it except chugging Robitussin. it was it is...
all the stigma and general junk that goes with...being me, in this area, right now...aside, God has seen fit to bless me. I don't put too, too much stock in the concept of IQ, but the truth is: 120, my old IQ estimate, about summed it up. Bright, not brilliant. now? somehow, I get to have a 145-150 IQ, for...you know, however long my life lasts and all that. the difference? oddly enough, The Lord has made me into a closer approximation of who I wanted to be, now that I think about it. I have social skills, I"m healthy, I'm no longer short (5'7 15 years age, age 20...5'10 now) , I actually look a bit younger than my age, I have tact, I"m remarkably polite, even, and....
I can articulate things better, understand the world around me better, write better, speak better, more clearly, on things that matter (to...me, at least). That's His work in my life...and I -am- increasingly grateful.
The..."affliction" ? I dunno. I'm not violent, even off meds. confused, yes. that's 1 reason I "voluntarily" continue tranquilizer treatment, etc....off the 'atypical,' I get chipper and talkative, almost...giddy...and my mind just moves all over, plus whatever it is that 'filters' the outside world, etc...yeah, I don't have much of that 'filter,' without a tranquilizer.
Oh, and...in part because of my own drug use, in part because of psych 'treatment' (much of it -not- voluntary, btw), my IQ estimate dipped to 95 for a season. and I was traumatized, obviously brain damaged, dead eyed. now? normal, bright eyes, no obvious brain damage, the 145-150 IQ estimate, and...
trauma? kind of an overused word, honestly. college kids talk about "trauma" and "triggers" when unwanted speaker comes to campus. I don't mean that, I mean...low grade stuff, yes (peer rejection, big time), plus big stuff (bashed on the head with a pipe), plus...
blah blah blah. fallen world. broad road...not a good place. I wouldn't go so far as to say it was all my fault, take personal responsibility, its more like...
take up the plow, now push forward. don't look back. and... 'put aside what is behind, and press forward...'
and yet, my mind just disintegrated, you know? or at least...the filtering part of it, the part that keeps the inner and outer worlds separate and makes the world kinda sorta make sense. just...stopped working, hasn't gotten back into full 100% operation since the breakdown, over 10 years ago. maybe He will fully heal me, and I'll be able to slowly, slowly, slowly and only under a compassionate doctor's care taper or reduce the tranquilizer? maybe. in the meantime...
-sigh- it is what it is. The Lord has shown -incredible- kindness and mercy towards me, and I am increasingly thankful. from lost sheep to one of the 99...