My diagnosis doesn't define who I am

by Dave in New York

I was 17 when I had my first symptoms. I'm now 44. I was diagnosed schizophrenic with acute differentiation. About three years ago I was diagnosed schizoaffective. My second hospitalization lasted 11 months in a state-run facility. I've been on several different medications and had several hospital stays. I'm married to a wonderful woman who supports me during my funky periods. I had a good job working for the State and was able to retire early. I've been fortunate in that I've never had any problems finding treatment.

I'm a recovering alcoholic of 18 years. I gave up smoking 16 years ago. Just over a year ago, I began to speak out. I volunteer as a speaker for the Mental Health Association of the Southern Tier here in Binghamton, New York.

I feel what has helped me cope was some of the caring individuals in the hospitals. There are several people that went above and beyond their jobs who taught me and pushed when I needed it most. My diagnosis (I say diagnosis because illness means I'm sick) doesn't define who I am. It's only a small part of me. My goal, my passion is to become an advocate for people with mental illnesses. To give a voice to those who can't speak out. I want to give back what was given to me. One of my favorite sayings is "A journey of one thousand miles begins with a single step." I'm stepping up.