-Adah, thirty-four. Wife and mother two beautiful children five and six years. Working as a supervisor of the mouth of a well-known products company. I am that girl who laughs when he says that his job is to smell the breath of a fellow after all kinds of chewing gum, try million toothpaste and rinse with all types of fluids to test the effectiveness of the millions of products that are leaving the market.
There was a slight chuckle at home. Adah directed his gaze to her:
"Do not worry, I'm used to. I came to this group encouraged by Dan, my psychologist. I began to hear when alone at home, while doing housework. You know: cooking, cleaning dust, washing, ironing ... I spent the morning stuck at home and working in the evenings. The children went to school, my husband at work and I was with mine.
stopped talking for a few seconds to swallow. His fingers are constantly crossed and his head bowed. I was nervous, you could tell it was her first time in a place like that.
"Then it all started. He told me things more and more often as it bends well "or" you have to wash that thing "while I managed the house. When I was at work and at home with the kids everything was perfectly normal, perouna a few months ago I also began to listen. Was spinning on my bed, I could not sleep. The voice came and asked me things like why I could not sleep, if I loved my husband, that if I felt proud of myself, if that was the life I dreamed of small ... Then I recognized. Mrs. Larcy was my teacher at school. When unmasked this voice started to engage in interesting conversations with her. In the kitchen, the living room by placing books in the bathroom cleaning the tub ... There she was, to me, talking about life and taking my sleep at night.
Stopped for breath and removed the wrinkles from her skirt.
"The relationship with my husband deteriorated sharply. Just talked, he began to leave the house much and I did not sleep at night with him for lack of sleep. We stopped having intercourse, I stopped going out with my friends and my life was to clean the day, work in the evenings and walk around the house at night. Everything became a vicious circle. My husband and I were discussing and I stopped often to show affection and concern for children. They asked his father what happened to his mother why he was laughing alone, why had that nostalgic, why she screamed. He told them that mom had a lot of work and got tired, but soon I would if I cared between the three. Sometimes I felt palpitations, sweating and dizziness, but I did not worry too much because I thought it was stress. I cut myself off from everything that it took so long to get, but she was always beside me, giving me advice, comforting and lending me a shoulder to lean on. The shoulder that my husband never knew me.
was thrilled. A tear fell down her cheek and quickly ran to her bag embarrassed to take a tissue and apologized.
"It's okay," said Gustav Adah, who ran the meeting. We all know what you're going. Take your time and continues when you're ready.
"One day my husband's situation became more tense than it lately was normal. He started shouting that I was no longer the same and I reproached his continuous outputs from home. We both nervous, he lifted my hand and I took the dishes and broke against the wall. One by one, all the dishes, while he was still screaming, his face red and swollen neck veins. I took a knife and then grabbed me by the waist and will strive to finish on the floor crying hugging him. Then I realized this had to stop. Dan and I were talking. She sent me to a psychiatrist and was following drug treatment. Antipsychotics, neuroleptics, psychotherapeutic interviews and finally support this group. Gradually turned out with my friends, I sat down to talk to my husband and my children and trying to keep my head busy, as I recommended Dan. Ms. Larcy finally left me. Adah
again lie to mourn.
"That's wonderful, Adah. You've gotten out of a terrible disease. You are an example of resilience and hope for people with schizophrenia.
"No, doctor. It's horrible. I feel more alone than ever. Dan says I'm healthy and should be happy, but I can not find the support they gave me nowhere. My husband is out. Less, but it does. We distant, things have never returned to those before and I think having an affair. With my friends I do not feel entirely comfortable. At the end of the day they have their problems and I had mine. Mrs. Larcy was my only and best friend, now is when I realize what it meant to me. I'm devastated, I do not know what to do now. Want to hear his calm voice in my head.
The room we were all silent. No one dared to answer.
That was the last day I saw Adah, who stopped coming to the support group. A couple of years later I met with Gustav and we talked. Adah told me again and asked Dan to stop taking psychoactive drugs. Adah could return to feel the support he needed to cope with his life. Mrs. Larcy again.
