In today’s fast-paced world, there is at times a sense that people should seem “perfect”– they should be virtually omniscient. They should look great, at all times. Never stutter. Never show weakness.
These are impossibly high standards. A mentally ill person must certainly come to terms with imperfection. Keeping this flaw secret for years was very stressful for me– and this became more and more awkward until I felt I was positively insincere.
Meditating on Christianity, it is believed that Christ was perfect, and without sin. That being said, we mortals are imperfect, and can never be without flaw.
Of course, to complicate, we try to achieve perfection. It is in our nature to do so. But we are always reminded that only Christ was perfect, and that His life and suffering are meant to free us from this tendency (and from sin in general).
Perhaps one key to actual ability would be for us all, schizophrenic or no, to admit to our imperfections, to realize them, and then to work from there, with the assumption that, of course, we all try to help.
As my mother shared with me years ago, “We are all wounded healers”.