My mom can be pretty savage (in an awesome way), and she got frustrated when I was a teenager because the rest of the family didn’t believe I was schizophrenic, so she suggested a family outing.
Let’s all go see a movie together! And clueless us said sure, let’s go!
It wasn’t until the movie was 5/6 over that I realized John Nash (I’d never heard of him before)
in A Beautiful Mind was schizophrenic
even though the rest of my family got it about ¼ of the way through, recognizing a lot of the symptoms they’d been ignoring in me.
After that they didn’t question whether I was schizophrenic or not, and they supported both me and my mom more.