20 years ago (autumn of 2004) I experienced the full onset of schizoaffective disorder. In retrospect, I would say the prodromal phase began around the spring of 2004, because that's when things started to feel different, and when I started having ideations of a delusional quality.

In the autumn of 2004, I had a panic attack¹ after work one night, and I believe that marked the onset of my condition, because I instantly became more acutely paranoid and socially withdrawn. I'd go entire days at school avoiding everyone I didn't have to interact with. I didn't socialize for fun, because I was paranoid and highly suspicious of almost everyone except close family members. I thought there was some huge conspiracy, and my parents, siblings, and other family weren't in on it, and that this was by design of the conspirators. The conspirators I believed were people at school and work. I didn't have any concept of exactly what the conspiracy was about; I just keenly felt that there was something going on, and that there was some hidden line of communication between school and work.

At this point, whoever I was before that, my entire self-concept, disintegrated, melted away into nothing. In retrospect, I think about how I thought of myself back then, and I can't pick out anything that I identified with. I was like a robot that was programmed to show up to school, and then go to work. Weirdly, I was able to work well at my job as a bus boy and dishwasher at a restaurant, because apparently robots are diligent and don't waste time socializing with other coworkers. When I had to speak to customers and the wait staff, I was extremely passive, my voice was monotonous and lacking any personal quality. As a bus boy, I had compulsions to clean off the dirty tables a certain way after the customers had left, and stack dishes on the bussing cart a certain way. I had figured this way was efficient, predictable, and added structure to a mostly unpredictable work flow.

This is just a snippet/snapshot of my experience back then – there are many layers I can unfold about symptoms I experienced during this period, like body dysmorphia, social phobia, and perceptual abnormalities that I recognize in retrospect. I'm not willing to spend time unfolding those here, but I would be willing if anyone asked about it.

Three years later in September of 2007, after realizing that something is not quite right with my brain and seeking professional help, I was diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder (depressive type) and OCD. I don't know what the diagnostic process consisted of, or what information they had about me, but I don't think they based the entire diagnosis on a single one-on-one interview with me describing my symptoms. I would imagine they got records and information from my school and my guidance counselor and from the psychiatrist I was seeing at the time. I'm not sure if they would bother my previous employer or coworkers to ask about my behavior – maybe there is a legal reason they wouldn't.

I don't know how else to end this blog post. Someone on Facebook shared an old photo of themself from 2004, and it got me thinking of what I was doing in 2004. It reminded me of the fact that it's been 20 years now. I just wanted to relate a snapshot of what it was like back then. I'm doing better today, and I think have a more solid self-concept.