What’s it like being a peer?
I was asked this question today, less delicately, as “What’s it like being crazy?”
As a peer, I live this as my normality and have done so since I started having symptoms as a teen. So, that’s my basis of comparison, before and after, and this makes it easy to answer what it’s like being crazy.
For years, I could depend on knowing right from wrong, true from false, real from unreal.
Then, I couldn’t at times because a newly malfunctioning brain began lying to me.
Worse, I couldn’t tell my brain was lying. It refused to let me.
Now, I live with always the glimmer that what I’m perceiving might be wrong, false, and unreal. And I wouldn’t know it.
The real question is:
There’s your answer as to what it’s like to be crazy.