I can remember the early days of having schizophrenia. I was so afraid of the implications of subtle body language, like a lingering millisecond of eye contact, the way my feet hit the ground when I walked or the way I held my hands to my side. It was a struggle to go into a store or, really, anywhere I was bound to see another living member of the human species.
[For more of this story, written by Michael Hedrick, go to http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/...7627&tntemail0=y]
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