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He had a very bad case of it, insomuch that it practically swallowed up his entire life. He became so fearful and paranoid that he was calling my dad (his brother) on the phone every single day all the time wanting to talk to him. I think talking to my dad comforted him from his fears and paranoia, kind of like when a child hears his parents' soothing voice.
My uncle genuinely believed that everyone was out to get him and he was constantly looking out the windows of his house to make sure no one followed him home. It breaks my heart that he was living in such a bad state of paranoia!
But here is where it freaked me out: Sometimes he would call our landline phone (this was back in the 2000s or 2010s when landlines were still around and starting to go away) and leave us messages where he was almost yelling in fear begging for my dad to talk to him. It was like he actually thought it was an emergency or something.
I actually became afraid of my uncle after hearing those messages he left: I was only a teenager at this time and I thought he was completely psycho! I never wanted to talk to him. I was too freaked out.
Sometimes when he was talking to my dad he would calm down enough for them to talk about the latest football game. Both of them were into football.
My uncle is dead now. He died years ago, but I do remember that he was living a nightmare with his bad schizophrenia, and I truly hope he was born-again (I don't know), because I do feel like Jesus could have helped him live a better life. I just feel sad that his life was completely destroyed from this disorder.
I want everyone to have good lives. Sadly, that doesn't always happen.
RIP uncle Edmond.
My uncle genuinely believed that everyone was out to get him and he was constantly looking out the windows of his house to make sure no one followed him home. It breaks my heart that he was living in such a bad state of paranoia!
But here is where it freaked me out: Sometimes he would call our landline phone (this was back in the 2000s or 2010s when landlines were still around and starting to go away) and leave us messages where he was almost yelling in fear begging for my dad to talk to him. It was like he actually thought it was an emergency or something.
I actually became afraid of my uncle after hearing those messages he left: I was only a teenager at this time and I thought he was completely psycho! I never wanted to talk to him. I was too freaked out.
Sometimes when he was talking to my dad he would calm down enough for them to talk about the latest football game. Both of them were into football.
My uncle is dead now. He died years ago, but I do remember that he was living a nightmare with his bad schizophrenia, and I truly hope he was born-again (I don't know), because I do feel like Jesus could have helped him live a better life. I just feel sad that his life was completely destroyed from this disorder.
I want everyone to have good lives. Sadly, that doesn't always happen.
RIP uncle Edmond.
