Doctor reveals his life in the shadow of schizophrenia

'My grandfather was a handsome, brilliant athlete with an eidetic memory - but then he took a swan dive off the cliff of sanity,' writes Dr Ben Gold

I remember Grandpa Larry’s visits remarkably vividly. He would lumber into the house hunched over, grunting loudly and reeking of cigarettes.

Schizophrenia

He was unshaven and haggard, with wild grey-black hair streaking out horizontally from the sides of his head.

He would rock and turn uncomfortably until he could find a chair, then once seated would begin rhythmically swaying back and forth.

He spoke in a flat, rough voice. He had considerable difficulty getting words out.

Grandpa Larry rarely made eye contact,

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