My mother had a diagnosis of schizophrenia. She later got a diagnosis of bipolar, though I don't know if that was in addition to, or replacing the schizophrenia diagnosis. She used to hear voices which was scary for me as a child, because I didn't know wtf was going on when she started freaking out about voices she could hear shouting her name and stuff. I wouldn't say I came through unscathed, but I coped, mostly by convincing myself that I didn't need my mother's love. I still have trouble imagining that I must have needed it at some point. I think it's closely linked to the aching emptiness I've been working on in therapy lately.