* Hello, if this is the wrong forum please move it. This is my second time writing this, I liked my final product better the first time but alas it did not post properly.
Two years ago I was diagnosed with disorganized schizophrenia and it was a living hell. I was living in my mind unable to perform basic tasks and unable to participate in the most basic of conversations after just finishing my first two semesters of college. My onset was very rapid and to this day I unfortunately cannot identify or pinpoint what triggered it only that I would not wish it upon the worst of enemies. For the first month in summer I refused to go see a psychiatrist until I was forced to (luckily) by my family. He diagnosed me with disorganized schizophrenia because of my inability to converse and perform daily activities and prescribed appropriate medication. I took this medication sporadically at best in fear and disdain of my diagnosis along with the rapid weight gain. Eventually my family again forced me to voluntarily commit myself two times for 7 days over the course of a month into summer. Being in the psychiatric hospital and knowing I was the least communicative and worst off along with my refusal to take medication eventually made me spiral down to intensely suicidal thoughts. After 3 weeks a friend of mine called the cops on me in my apartment that I locked myself in for a month without leaving ( Like Howard Hughes in the movie the Aviator) and was taken to the hospital. I was involuntarily committed and sent to the same psychiatric hospital I was previously voluntarily committed to for 7 days . Eventually, after taking the medication I was able to recover in two months and have been indescribably grateful every day to have my cognitive abilities back. When I was sick, I imagined it as a terminal illness where I would be living in my head/uncommunicative for the rest of my life. Being able to even write this very sentence for you is infinitely more that I thought I could do in the future when I was sick.
Now, that I am compliant I fear that the goal of medical school I was aiming for when I finished my first year right before my onset is out of the question. The stigma of my mental illness along with the seriousness of the involuntary hold (if it shows up on my background check) will instantly make medical school admissions deny me. I have not even told my psychiatrist (who has seen my improvement from the beginning) about this desire to attend medical school (which I now feel stronger) in fear of what he would say, even though I realize he might be supportive. Whenever I think of my situation, I have a whimsical feeling that me having this condition would help me better identify with patients that have similar mental illnesses but I feel that this is not grounded in reality. I also realize that many doctors from my city that I attend college saw me two years ago and remember my condition. I am proud that I recovered and do not mind them seeing me but I cannot say the same for them (if they are comfortable around me) so I have not volunteered because of that. I would like to know educated opinions on if it is possible that this situation was a blessing in disguise or a fatal derailment of a path to medical school. Thank you for your time.
Two years ago I was diagnosed with disorganized schizophrenia and it was a living hell. I was living in my mind unable to perform basic tasks and unable to participate in the most basic of conversations after just finishing my first two semesters of college. My onset was very rapid and to this day I unfortunately cannot identify or pinpoint what triggered it only that I would not wish it upon the worst of enemies. For the first month in summer I refused to go see a psychiatrist until I was forced to (luckily) by my family. He diagnosed me with disorganized schizophrenia because of my inability to converse and perform daily activities and prescribed appropriate medication. I took this medication sporadically at best in fear and disdain of my diagnosis along with the rapid weight gain. Eventually my family again forced me to voluntarily commit myself two times for 7 days over the course of a month into summer. Being in the psychiatric hospital and knowing I was the least communicative and worst off along with my refusal to take medication eventually made me spiral down to intensely suicidal thoughts. After 3 weeks a friend of mine called the cops on me in my apartment that I locked myself in for a month without leaving ( Like Howard Hughes in the movie the Aviator) and was taken to the hospital. I was involuntarily committed and sent to the same psychiatric hospital I was previously voluntarily committed to for 7 days . Eventually, after taking the medication I was able to recover in two months and have been indescribably grateful every day to have my cognitive abilities back. When I was sick, I imagined it as a terminal illness where I would be living in my head/uncommunicative for the rest of my life. Being able to even write this very sentence for you is infinitely more that I thought I could do in the future when I was sick.
Now, that I am compliant I fear that the goal of medical school I was aiming for when I finished my first year right before my onset is out of the question. The stigma of my mental illness along with the seriousness of the involuntary hold (if it shows up on my background check) will instantly make medical school admissions deny me. I have not even told my psychiatrist (who has seen my improvement from the beginning) about this desire to attend medical school (which I now feel stronger) in fear of what he would say, even though I realize he might be supportive. Whenever I think of my situation, I have a whimsical feeling that me having this condition would help me better identify with patients that have similar mental illnesses but I feel that this is not grounded in reality. I also realize that many doctors from my city that I attend college saw me two years ago and remember my condition. I am proud that I recovered and do not mind them seeing me but I cannot say the same for them (if they are comfortable around me) so I have not volunteered because of that. I would like to know educated opinions on if it is possible that this situation was a blessing in disguise or a fatal derailment of a path to medical school. Thank you for your time.
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