anonymity
Today on the bus, a middle-aged man got on at the St. David’s Hospital stop. He was carrying a blue pamphlet. I’m always curious about what people are reading, so I glanced at the cover. It read “Schizophrenics Anonymous.” Schizophrenia is a terrifying disease, and I hardly want make light of the suffering of others, but it gave me a little chuckle. If I could read the title from across the bus, the organizers of the support group are hardly doing a good job of maintaining anonymity. He was wearing work boots and work clothes, so I’m pretty sure he was a patient and not a social worker or therapist. I hope things work out for him.
