Mental health is one of the biggest and underestimated problems afflicting humanity today. It is a silent killer that ‘s hard to diagnose, explain or handle. The sufferer is almost condemned to a life of confusion, agony, and conflict. Worst still, the individual is often misunderstood, labeled queer and sometimes outrightly ostracized. He is then forced to withdraw and hide from family and relationships which in turn worsen the situation. It is a terrible and horrifying condition. Millions of sufferers not finding help in desperation take to the bottle and becomes alcoholics; some go into drugs and becomes addicts. A good number of individuals have survived it, while it lead a significant number of people to commit suicide while others went crazy and beyond any help.
Growing up, all was going well or so it seemed. Then in my early teen, at 12 precisely, something happened that I do not know about or whatever it was. I couldn’t understand then or had any clue, but I notice I wasn’t the same person I was years ago. I started acting odd, parents began to complain soon it was the school complaining and the kids started making fun of me, and were calling me queer, old man out and a throwing slews of taunts and insult on me. Consequently, I became withdrawn and keep to myself.
Parents panicked and started looking at how they could help me out. Going to see the doctor seem the logical thing to do so we went, and after series of checks and tests, the doctor said I was perfectly okay. We came back relieved, but there was no change. It was then that parents were advised to seek help from religious folks.
Oh well, I would say that this is where another problem started. Those religious folks would want me to go for this and that, parents were asked to buy this or do that. It became frustrating for them because the caring for me has put them under severe economic pressure. In desperation, they blame me for being responsible for my predicament and not wanting to change. Even the religious folks threaten me that I would burn in eternal fire if I wouldn’t change.
That is it, it’s over, I have had enough of this shit. Finally, I left home and went to the street. Yes, I became a derelict, and for years, I was homeless and destitute.