Schizoaffective Disorder

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In the far corner, we have the ever popular Carl Holiday, mostly unrecognized mentally ill (Bipolar Disorder I) gentleman originally from that city of many hills on the eastern shore of Puget Sound.

While in the near corner, we have the newly minted Schizoaffective Disorder, Bipolar Type, mentally disturbed gentleman now living in the modest city of Plano, Texas.

I know you have questions, so, without further ado, we’ll get to the top of the stack: Is schizoaffective disorder anything like schizophrenia?

Yes, and no. it’s like it’s more famous brother in that it is characterized by delusions, hallucinations, and disorganized speech and thinking, but it’s has an added benefit of a mood disorder such as bipolar disorder or just depression.

Is there any benefit to our victim? Yes, and it is quite substantial. The Department of Veterans Affairs has graciously awarded our victim a disability rating of 70% for his degree of suffering. He doesn’t qualify for 100% because he isn’t actively suicidal, frequently hospitalized, or homeless, and thank God for that.

So, what happens now?

Nothing much or shall we use the famous acronym SNAFU because that’s pretty much how life is going right now. He jumped out of the frying pan, which was Gold Bar, and is now in the fire, which is Plano. Actually Plano isn’t that bad. It’s comfortably close to Dallas and the DFW Metroplex has a host of entertainment possibilities. Plus, there is the writing. There will always be the writing. The only facet of life that has significantly changed is being formally recognized as having schizoaffective disorder.