I said, "Yeah, right, Dad," and kept laughing.
At twenty I turned into what was so-called a "paranoid schizophrenic."*
It wasn't until after I reached the age of 55 that I read the work of the autistic self-advocates of the Neurodiversity Movement and learned to be especially proud of the grandiose feature of my delusional disorder. My effort to help save the world along the lines of B.F. Skinner's scientific design of society would not be possible if I were not so big-headed. (Not that it's about me, either. I usually keep my name down from the internet and I get no pay for any of my literary endeavors.)
I recommend the following to my readers and followers: Don't laugh at a schizophrenic or else you could have some bad luck as well.
Laugh at yourselves, or with someone who tends to laugh at herself as the brunt of your jokes, as some comics do, which is truly funny, rather than laughing at others when they don't think it's so funny, which is cruel, even though so many so-called comedians have carried on ignorantly* with their typical split-personality, much-hackneyed, two-way, internal conversation jokes.
Today there is a campaign called the R-Word which calls on the public to stop saying "retarded" which "slow learners" view as a slur. Their feelings are hurt by words too.
Due to all the wrong ideas and irrational fears about people like me, I normally reject the label "schizophrenia."* I can be described as someone with a thought disorder.
* We do not have more than one personality and we do not contribute much to the overall rate of societal violence, especially when we don't abuse illicit drugs (Walsh, Buchanan, and Fahy, p. 490), despite all the stigma: despite the commonplace pseudo-intellectual comparisons of schizophrenia with split personality, despite the cliché of comedians' who think they're so funny talking to the "other half," despite all the blockbuster "deranged killer" movies: "Psycho," for instance, which made life worse for all of us, despite the local eyewitness corporatist "if it bleeds it leads" sensationalized hyper-vigilant exaggerated libelous news about us, and despite the thoughtless, hurtful, everyday words people use unconscionably: "psycho, loony, madman, schizo," because nobody ever tells them it's wrong, but they know it's wrong to say "nigger," "kike," and "spic" about others who haven't lost their minds.
Aristotle said the ability to reason is what sets humans apart from other animals. I suppose then that schizophrenics are not persons, by that old-fashioned rhetoric (See SparkNotes, Nicomachean Ethics, Summary and Analysis, Book I, last paragraph.).
Note: The public's misunderstanding of "schizophrenia" is not the fault of individual members of the public. Psychiatrists derived the word from "schizo/split + phrenia/mind" and pegged the label on people like me. We have nothing of the sort, especially when we consider B.F. Skinner's (2014) attribution of psychology's use of "mind" as a "fictional explanation" of the causes of human behavior. We have psychiatry itself to thank for its hefty contribution to all the misguided stigma about us. The American Psychiatric Association in its Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders still uses the label even though they would be blind not to see how much harm it has caused us (See Tandon, et al., 2013.).