The Sudden Change
I will never forget her. Her daughter had a rapid onset of schizophrenia. She looked lost, and it struck me because I could see parallels with my own family. My older brother lives with paranoid schizophrenia. Before his diagnosis, he was incredible—a machine, in a way. By the age of ten, he was already saving up for his own Nintendo. I looked up to him so much.
But the quick onset of schizophrenia is shocking. It’s drastic, life-changing—for the person experiencing it and for everyone around them. One day, I recognized my brother. The next day, I didn’t.
“I wanted to be that person in the lobby—because that’s the person that I needed.”
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Learning About Schizophrenia
At the time, I wasn’t educated about schizophrenia. I knew it existed in our family—our great uncle had it—but it was a kind of family secret that no one really talked about. Mentally ill relatives were often kept in the back of the house, and no one explained what they were going through.
When my brother was diagnosed, the change was immediate. We took him to hospitals, read everything we could, and spoke to doctors. Over time, we learned that schizophrenia often manifests in early adulthood, particularly in men, while women can be carriers. Trauma can also act as a trigger.
For my brother, the “perfect storm” included genetic predisposition and a traumatic event: he found the body of his roommate at the Air Force Academy in Colorado. After that, he started smoking marijuana, and his military career ended. When he came home, he was completely different. His behavior became impulsive and erratic, and we didn’t recognize him anymore. Eventually, he was taken to the emergency room, which brought us closer to understanding his condition.
Hollywood often gives people a skewed perception of schizophrenia. Shows like Criminal Minds portray it as violent behavior, but the reality is far more complex and nuanced.
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Life Before and After
Before his diagnosis, my brother was meticulous. He dressed in suits for the jobs he aspired to, maintained perfect haircuts, and had almost OCD-level organization—lined-up shoes, everything in order. Ambitious and disciplined, he was always thinking about generational wealth, investing, and guiding others to make better financial decisions.
After schizophrenia set in, he lost concern for his appearance and hygiene. Suits and haircuts disappeared; sweatpants and days without bathing became the norm. His thoughts and speech became incoherent at times. He claimed he wrote a song for NAS and Biggie, insisting they owed him money. He engaged in dangerous behaviors, like stealing my mom’s car and driving recklessly.
There was constant worry about legal repercussions, as his actions could have led to serious consequences. At one point, he disappeared, only to be found living in the lobby of his old hotel job, eating from vending machines. Later, we learned that hospital staff had mocked him instead of offering help, which was devastating. This was the beginning of his struggles being met with misunderstanding and a lack of compassion.
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Clinging to the Old Self
Despite all this, my brother still held on to fragments of his old self. Before schizophrenia, he loved video games. We would play Mario Kart, Mortal Kombat, and Street Fighter—the classics. I always picked Scorpion in Mortal Kombat, repeating his signature move, “Get over here!” over and over, because he was unbeatable.
We played outside constantly, running through the neighborhood with cousins and friends. Freeze tag was a favorite. Those days were full of adventure, scraped knees, and earned scars—reminders of a childhood fully lived.
