My husband is 73. We’ve been together 30 years. He was diagnosed when he was about 25 years old. He worked 16 years with the voices, and he had an understanding boss who made allowances for him. He was afraid of the voices, but he took medication, including the newer ones that came along. He qualified for disability [pay] and I worked. It worked out for us until he developed anosognosia.  

What helps me get through the hard times are memories. One was the 4th of July. We stayed home and he put a blanket on the floor. We made popcorn, turned the lights out and watched the fireworks on TV. I will love him forever. Because I see the man behind the illness.