Máire was the first person I told about having schizo-affective. She didn't act any differently toward me or ask if I wanted to talk about it. All the adults in my life wanted to hear what I had to say. How did I feel about the diagnosis? Did I understand what it meant? What were my concerns? They were treating me like some sort of freak. Máire didn't do that. We arm wrestled and threw fistfuls of rocks into the crick. We talked about superheroes and villains, ghost hauntings, and our least favorite subjects at school. She introduced me to our other friend, Eric, and the three of us would play games together.
So even though I'm never going to have my old life back, I have a lot to be thankful for.