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SCHIZOPHRENIA
An Unfinished History
Orna Ophir
polity
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Preface
The first time I encountered a person diagnosed with schizophrenia in a psychiatric hospital, I was 16 years old. My mother took me to visit Orlean, her friends’ daughter, who was only three years older than I was. A bright, beautiful, outgoing young woman, Orlean, so I was told, had a “mental breakdown” following a breakup with her high school sweetheart. This young woman, whom I admired and looked up to, was in a one-size-fits-all pink, tattered hospital gown. Her long black hair somewhat unkempt, her lips chapped and blood-red, her pupils so dilated that her big hazel eyes were almost invisible. She had a
