I spent the weekend writing about Schizophrenia. Not that I am doing post-grad studies in Psychology. Not that I am writing an article about it for any magazines or whatsoever. I wrote about the illness in layman’s term, in a manner a mother can understand what is going on with her son who has just been diagnosed with it. And that mother is my aunt-my mum’s youngest sister.
I studied about that illness and even wrote about it for my term paper yonks ago. Never did it occur to me back then that one day I would have a cousin diagnosed with it and having to explain to my own parents and family members what it is all about, and what the medications they are feeding him are doing to him and the hope for a better life for him.
He’s brilliant, ya this young man. Bagged the top Malay student in all of the major examinations of the republic and currently doing a double degree midway in the local university there on scholarship. He is the family’s pride and joy. He excels in both studies and in sports, an all rounder in every sense of the word that makes him worthy of the prestigious government scholarship. He is also deeply rooted to the faith, which earned him the jesting title of ‘ustaz intellectual’ from us in the family.
I love him to bits. Used to baby sit him and changed his diapers. Used to take him out to playgrounds etc. In his teenage life he used to ask me for advice on girls and generally about life. We used to hang out for movies etc. This whole news about what he is going through really hurts the family, especially his mum. And I feel the hurt stabbing through the night when I sat and wrote about it to explain to the family what is going through the beautiful mind of this special young man.
May HE be with you dude. We will always pray for you.