It was fantastic to move back into my parent’s house after such a long time away. Although I was at home and taking medication regularly I still suffered with symptoms and sometimes felt paranoid about other people. I still worried for members of my family.
My older brother still lived at home at the time and wasn’t married. My brother is very business-minded, he has started a number of businesses over the years which weren’t successful but he finally hit gold with his online business selling scents and perfumes.
Life at home became a routine for me, although I didn’t do many activities my social worker would take me to the park or the library regularly and she would regularly phone me to check that I was okay.
My friend Iman would visit frequently and we would go out for meals together. Iman is an interesting person and has had varied jobs such as at a morgue and a farm. I haven’t seen him in a few years but I hope he is okay.
I visited the mosque now and then but I felt awkward and embarrassed at what I did there when I was ill. At the time, although I wasn’t qualified, I tried to be the Imam in the mosque, luckily a respectable person took me aside and persuaded me to stop.
After a long time at home, I started to miss doses of medication, mainly because I found it hard to swallow tablets. At this point I started going out at night and would walk for miles and miles all over Oldham.
Sometimes I would get on the bus to Manchester and spend time in Piccadilly garden where I would buy fish, chips and peas and go to the arcades and play on the games machines. I was the Soul Calibur champion there. Soul Calibur is a popular fighting game.
One day, I went to Manchester on the bus and started having disturbing thoughts when I arrived there. I immediately got on a bus back to Oldham and got off in town and spent the next few hours walking around. I eventually ended up near an Asda store after midnight where I started acting strangely.
I had a problem with the security guard and they called the police. As I left Asda a police van turned up. I shouted at them out of fear and anger so they restrained and handcuffed me and took me to police cells. God knows how long I was in the cell. It felt like an eternity.
My doctor and my support worker both arrived at the police station and managed to get me transferred to the acute ward. The police took me in a van to the ward and I was back in hospital for the third time.