i live with my parents, as an adult. before that, i was living in a little apartment they bought for me ((not popular in that neighborhood, lol...so I'm here...)).

its...interesting. they're basically well-educated, 21st century hippies, so they give me more space than a lot of families do for the mentally ill. i am expected to take my medication and try to do --something-- not necessarily a j-o-b (I get disability, thank goodness), but..something. we dont talk about the ins and outs of it all, largely because im stable now and "recovering" as much from 10 years on the fringe of society as from my..."affliction." (official diagnosis: Bipolar I. community diagnosis: Schizophrenia).

im blessed beyond measure. when I was younger and started having problems, my parents weren't so supportive. they thought i was a brat and a loser. :-( oh well. we've reconciled now, and im happy to have their (extensive, considerable, amazing) support.