I Thought I Was Too Smart for Schizophrenia

By Erin Emiru (nee Hawkes)

I have schizophrenia, they tell me. They line up my symptoms and thrust the diagnosis in my face. So here are your pills.

When I stop taking those medications I lose my grip on reality, but I don’t know this. They – my psychiatrist, a Security guard, the police – bring me to the hospital (again) and I am told (again) that I have schizophrenia.

No, I don’t. People with schizophrenia don’t have a Master’s degree in Neuroscience. I’m simply too intelligent to have schizophrenia, right?

Then why do rats eat my brain, why do Voices yell at me, and why am I being stalked by a homicidal man with a sniper gun (I’ve got proof)? I assume it is normal. I don’t have any friends and I have withdrawn from my family so no one but Them (doctors, nurses – everyone in league with the Enemy) diagnose me, treat me. So here are your pills.

I remember my first antipsychotic. I was in the psychiatric hospital after a failed suicide attempt and, after drawing me out, my psychiatrist decided to start me on risperidone. She did not tell me what it would do. Soon, my Voices were quieter, quieter, quieter. Rats stopped chewing and the sniper stopped tracking me. Wow, I thought. Those were symptoms? That was schizophrenia? The scientist in me knew it wasn’t a simple placebo effect, since I had had no idea what those little pills were going to do. I became open to the idea that I might have schizophrenia.

Yet repeatedly, over the next half-dozen years, I would leave the hospital quietly, only to be forcibly returned after “decompensation due to medical noncompliance.” That is, I fell into the oh so common trap of thinking: “I am doing well. I don’t need these pills any more. I’m cured.” Round and round the revolving door.

You would think that after all of this, I would surely realize that I had schizophrenia. I didn’t, though. I was under the heavy spell of anosognosia: the physiological inability to recognize that one has an illness. It is common, and strong, in schizophrenia. But in me, equally strong was a scientist. So, experiment number one: recall that first antipsychotic? Well, it did strange things, things I was not expecting.

My second hypothesis: maybe I was just in it for the attention. When psychotic and certified in the hospital, I would bash my head against the concrete wall until both it and I were bloody; that bled the brain-eating rats out. It also earned me restraints, physical and chemical, which I raged against. I screamed and kicked and cried but the strong Security guards tying me up and the nurses with injections (rat-laden!) for me always won. That was attention, I reasoned. So I decided to do it. Bang head, fight restraints, scream over injections… it was a good show, but it felt foreign. I was an actor, not a true patient, that time, making me realize that all the other times had actually felt real.

Then there were the Voices that harassed me continually. They yelled at me to kill myself, forbade me to buy even a coffee, and hissed at me if I dared talk to anyone. When these receded with medication, I later – when everything schizophrenic seemed out of focus – I attempted a third experiment: I tried to create Voices. I thought really hard but to no avail. All I could generate was the “little voice in my head” that everyone experiences from time to time.

Finally, convinced I was too smart to have schizophrenia (an idea of mine echoed by an arrogant psychiatrist), I fought to keep an A+ average at university. I earned prestigious scholarships (two NSERCs, a Michael Smith scholarship, and various others). That’s not something someone with schizophrenia does, right? No; there are other people with schizophrenia who attain graduate-level education. It is very hard, but it can be done, particularly when the person is stable on medication.

So a neuroscientist with schizophrenia. I tried so hard to prove I was immune to schizophrenia, but because of my experiments, I am convinced. It was a relief of sorts: an explanation, a treatment, a hope. It came to prove not that I didn’t have the disorder, but that I can live beyond it. For me, medication is key; taking it reliably, the master key. And I become a person with schizophrenia who is well.

This blog first appeared in Huffington Post on March 17, 2013. Erin Hawkes (now Erin Emiru) is the author of When Quietness Came: A Neuroscientist’s Personal Journey With Schizophrenia published by Bridgeross and available in print and e-book format.


11 thoughts on “I Thought I Was Too Smart for Schizophrenia

  1. This is a wonderful piece Erin! It gives me hope for my loved one living with schizoaffective disorder. Thank you so much. Please keep on writing about your life.


  2. Another wonderful piece demonstrating how incredibly heterogenous Schizophrenia is. Erin’s story reminds me of Ellyn Saks and John Nash. In these individuals we are dealing with brilliant people with tremendous intellectual reserves debilitated by the positive symptoms. From what I have seen, and the literature supports me here, this group of people can do very well. Their relative lack of negative symptoms as manifested by their ability to function on a high level despite their psychosis predicts the probability of a good long term prognosis. What often is the key, as the author stated, is getting around the anosognosia. For Ellen Saks her long term recovery blossomed after she was finally started clozapine. John Nash eventually stopped all antipsychotics and functioned and developed insight. For Erin clearly medication is critically important. When I have seen awareness of illness develop in my patients most have been on the most effective antipsychotic we have, which of course is clozapine.


    1. John Nash refused to take medication – a fact that was purposely omitted from the movie that was LOOSELY based on his life. This fact was purposely omitted due to the concern this would create a mass non-compliance among the mentally ill population. John Nash’s real life was rife with a multitude of problems. You might want to read up on the true story not just the Hollywood version.

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  3. If this woman is doing so well on psych drugs, then why can’t a Google search of her produce any links that aren’t nearly 2 years old?


  4. What a beautiful story about the horrors of schizophrenia, as well as the resilience of someone to overcome and learn to live with the disease. Your story is extremely well written and a testament to your insight and ability to adapt/ learn. Good luck (and my personal prayers for your continued recovery) in your ongoing journey!

    William E Green III MD


  5. In much earlier times, before we found amelioration and cures for tuberculosis we used to consider this disease a gift for the mind. We sanctified the illness..

    it was said to be a kind of beautiful disease which carried a gift for writing touching poetry, music and exciting fiction in its victims–a kind of identification with the aggressor.

    Thank heavens we used science to uncover the root cause of deadly tuberculosis and defeated this “lovely disease”.

    Let’s not romanticise schizophrenia.


  6. Thank you Erin for sharing your life with us. I can only imagine what you have gone through. I see schizophrenia as a biological disorder of an organ just like diabetes and heart disease and also PTSD are. It saddens me that so many people still define people with PTSD and disorders such as schizophrenia as “crazy” and are frightened of them. Keep sharing and educating people.


  7. Thank you again Erin for making others know what schizophrenia does. It is so essential to let people know that untreated schizophrenia robs a person of insight and they need help and compassion to gain sanity.


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