Schizoaffective
October 21st, 2025
Doctors have told me I have schizoaffective disorder. I'm not sure that I believe them, but that isn't really the point of this blog post. Just keep in mind, doctors have told me I have this. I wish they didn't. The doctors told me how long it's been going on (roughly). The doctors told me all my symptoms and what to do. All this to say, I am informed of what the doctors think I have and how it affects my day to day. I initially didn't tell everyone in my life all of these details because I am a private critter and dislike sharing more than I have to. Over the time since doctors told me all of that, I have had to keep shelling out more and more information about what the doctors said because people just assume things with no basis whatsoever. They'll say, "that explains thing you did when you were younger." Doctors said it wasn't happening back then, that's just called having a quirky kid. They'll say, "what meds are you taking"/"when will you go to a mental hospital". Why would I answer the first one and I don't need hospitalization. I can still function alright. When I question things that deserve legitimate questions, they'll just blame my disorder for my lack of understanding. They'll use it as an excuse to keep things from me or treat me differently. They use it to make me feel crazy. Crazy for having a disorder that I'm not entirely convinced I even have.
I'm still the same as before. Nothing has changed other than a doctor saying a thing and yet the people in my life treat me so differently. I know that makes them bad people, but that's how most everyone is. The moment they find out you have "one of those" disorders, they get all defensive and blame everything on it. I wish I hadn't told anyone, but you can't change the past. Hopefully, once they get more used to it they'll calm down about it. Society treats those it doesn't understand so poorly, and I so wish it didn't.
- Breebee