Making the case…

The question I get asked most often regarding Nolongerlonely (other than why haven’t I
found a wife on the site yet) is whether it is a good idea to pair together two people with a mental
illness. The arguments/hesitations usually fall along two separate lines of thinking: one that
envisions an emotional Armageddon and another that foments eugenic reasoning. Whether the
perceived problem is in the neuropathways of the brain or in the genetic code, both objections
reflect a cynical outlook that doesn’t take into account the benefits of a relationship with the
common underpinning of a psychiatric diagnosis.

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Where I’m at…

So my last (first) blog post gave the barebones of my personal journey of recovery and
my evolving assessments of what principal ingredients provided the spark. I’m still learning the
“art” of blogging but feedback from others have stressed the need to understand and “reach” my
audience. The identity of my audience will evolve (comments are always welcome) as will my
ability to be open and vulnerable in my writing. What I think sets me apart is my personal story.


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My bread crumbs…

It took me a while but I eventually bought in to the sick brain narrative.  It was expensive getting there.  My initial (and only) psych hospitalization was somehow paid for with money left over from my college fund.  We’re talking six figures—money dealing that would put Oliver North to shame.  My delusions were so ingrained that those seven weeks were one long joke–soon I’d be exonerated even celebrated as the truth would be revealed to all.  Each morning I dovetailed to the New York Times expecting to see something on the front page.  This was a month before Election Day 1992 and the revelations of my convoluted family history could sway the result.  I was living a Tom Clancy novel.  It was actually kind of fun.

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