Icu4dzs
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OK buddy, let's see. First, schizophrenia doesn't come in attacks. You either "got it" or you don't. It doesn't go away. Folks with schizophrenia can't cope with reality, ever and they only become partially functional with some serious medication. Reading college text books in 5th grade is NOT a symptom of disease if you ask me...(and I have some opinions in that subject) I had a number of the same problems...no social skills; picked on by the bully's but at the age of 8, my dad got tired of seeing me get beat up so he took me to a martial arts school and had me trained. Before it was all over, I could throw a 250# man to the mat (he did allow it) but I did do it.sunsaver said:It does sound like you have some similar symptoms. I was so bored with school that i spent most of my time reading college textbooks, in the 5th grade! I had no social skills and got picked on by bullies all the time. I have a weird hatred of anything sticky on my hands, and sometimes engage in OCD hand washing when dealing with artificial products. But i can keep my hands in organic soil all day, then pick my teeth! Weird!
I never get sick, which is really weird! I guess i just don't believe in being sick. My friends are always getting colds or the flu. I think that these symptoms are just in their minds. I haven't had any of these symptoms since my 2nd attack of schizophrenia, back in '98.
After that, when the bully's decided to beat me up, they got a very unsatisfying surprise. Then their parents would come complain to my parents that I beat up their kid and "cheated" when I fought!" I loved the "cheated" part. That was when my father would laugh and tell the parents to keep their kid away from me and stop bullying me. ( I was little and skinny so they looked at me and realized their kid was much bigger and really was a bully) so they stopped coming over. The bully kids finally got the idea and started picking on other skinny little kids and left me alone so I could read my books and play the guitar and banjo and play with my chemistry set and build stuff in trees. Heck back in the 60's I was trying to figure out how to make an electronic device that would use the LOWRANCE system in an automobile...we now have the GPS! I didn't do it but that was what I was thinking about back then.
Unfortunately, schizophrenia only gets worse with time and from what I am reading you are describing a simple case of "not fitting in" with basically some low class trash that had much lower IQ's than you do. Nothing to fear my friend. I know what you are feeling/going through. I can relate on a number of similar subjects. I just found out how to use them rather than be afraid of them as I got older. Playing music on an instrument (the banjo) helped smooth out the bumps for me.
Perhaps schizoid/schizotypal personality traits (sort of a hermit type person) may fit you a bit but they don't get the scientific abilities you have. They can't think analytically and accomplish something like those batteries you built. Sorry, you make a poor self-diagnosing psychiatrist! Besides, if the voices tell you to do functional things, learn useful skills and help you become a contributing member of society, what's the harm in that?
Schizoid/schizotypals just collect junk till they can't walk around in their house and die in the heat (like the guy I had to see last night). The difference here is that the personality disorder never gets better either. Hopefully, it doesn't get any worse.
You got the brains, they got the trains and theirs are the slow ones.
As for Abi, the fact that she can say autistic and write here on the 'puter disproves the theory that she is autistic. If you have ever dealt with a truly autistic child, they are "not here" BELIEVE ME!
IMHO, you are just beginning to "come into your purpose" here my friend. It will be that soon, all that stuff you jammed into your head before now is going to end up being "USEFUL" after the "BIG EVENT" so just stay safe and don't get sick. You are too valuable.
There is an interesting story about a kid who was born in the middle east quite some time ago. There apparently was some concerns about his mom's behavior before his dad married her because in those days, pre-marital sex got you the death penalty. She was pregnant and dad KNEW he didn't do it. Despite that fact, his dad and mom got married and since his dad owed a bunch of money for taxes so he loaded up his "at term" pregnant wife and headed off to his hometown to pay his taxes. Of course as luck would have it, when they got to his hometown, she went into labor and delivered.
The kid grew up in a family and his dad who was a professional carpenter later became a contractor. Unfortunately, his dad was killed in a construction accident and he (being the first born) became the head of the household. By the time he was 12 he could read circles around his professors at school. He followed in his dad's profession of carpentry in order to feed the family but one day, while he was at a wedding party his mom (who knew he had some unusual skills) asked him to fix their drinks. (now this was in the days before powdered Gatorade mind you) He balked at her request because to him, it seemed like a cheap party trick, but since it was for his friends and his mom who he loved to make happy, he did it.
Later when he was about 30 he came into his purpose, left home and took up with one of his brothers and an assorted bunch of odd characters. He walked all over his country telling folks some pretty outrageous tales which made the folks in his religious community REAL ANGRY because they didn't believe anyone could come up with that kind of stuff especially because they didn't agree with it and it made them seem useless (which they really were). One day he was out with his friends who were fishing from a boat in a storm and he got out of the boat (which made them really nervous) just to make a point. Another time, he was hanging with a large bunch of hungry folks who were just sitting around and managed to give them all something to eat. To this day no one could figure out where all that bread and fish came from but they did appreciate the meal. Then he stood up and told them a whole bunch of stuff that got him in real trouble.
For a couple of years he pulled off a whole bunch of what some folks thought were "cheap party tricks" which got him into trouble with the "establishment" in the area so they conspired to have him killed. They figured out how to get the folks who occupied their country to kill him for them and even got one of his best friends to rat him out. So, by the age of 33, he got arrested and was publicly executed for no crime whatsoever. Obviously, capital punishment had much lower standards in those days. To this day, some folks are still upset about his being killed for no good reason in their opinion, and once a year on the anniversary of his being murdered they call it "Good". Gotta love that irony.
(with apologies to my colleague, the physician, Luke)
So you see, not everyone who comes here with a purpose appears to be what you might think.
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