Please note that unfortunately, I am not my Instagram account. I’m not as functional as I may appear, which is why it can take me a while to reply to comments, tweets, emails etc.
I am an art & literature-loving schizo. An unemployed, severely mood disordered psychotic former rough sleeper, who lives in a council bedsit and has one O level (Geography, Grade C).
Unofficial patient history
He/him. 55. London.
I have Schizoaffective Disorder (a combination of Schizophrenia & Bipolar Disorder) and Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD).
I experience ultra ultra rapid mood cycling (also referred to as ultradian mood cycling). My moods change markedly throughout the day, mostly tending towards elation/euphoria. Medication has no effect on me.
Most days, a number of times, I will believe that people are listening to my thoughts, and trying to insert a force called sonic into my head.
I experience visual hallucinations scattered throughout most days.
I have severe eisoptrophobia and scopophobia. I can’t look in mirrors or be photographed without feeling anxiety, panic and physically sick. It’s hard to put into words, but I don’t like the idea of being known to exist.
Otherwise, I’m perfectly normal.
Obligatory idées fixes include Neasden.
I have been a rough sleeper and have an impressive homelessness portfolio including Soho streets, hostels, B&Bs, Docklands derelict buildings, squats, road traffic islands (seriously), local authority temporary accommodation etc.
I now live in a council bedsit in #EarlsCourtSchizoland. That may sound grim, but the bedsit is in a beautiful quiet tree-lined street, in what is one more London’s more swanky neighbourhoods.
I fancy myself as a bit of an autodidact. More Ernest Hemingway/Frida Kahlo than Adolf Hitler.
I have been a voluntary sector playboy, writing fundraising applications for small charities and community groups.
I now do “attempted voluntary work”, through which I attempt to do things, but find it difficult to achieve much. The things I attempt are done from home, as I often can’t be relied upon to leave my flat.
Please note I’m going to punch the next person on social media who calls me a hipster: apart from being 55, I have a proud industrial working-class heritage. One of my favourite accounts on Instagram is @blackcountrytype.
I’m undertaking various therapeutic writing/visual art projects. I’m experimenting with sound art (actually “the piece” is podcasting, but I might see if I can hustle some sort of grant).
The aim is to start putting things online from spring 2021.
Through my creativity I see myself as taking people on a journey – or for a ride, depending on how you look at it.
The view from my window, taken July 2019.