An elaborate look into Adam’s schizophrenic mind. The reading experience is extraordinary. It was hilarious, heartbreaking and yet once again, very eye-opening.
“Harry ended up being fine. Nobody sent him to therapy or tried to give him pills. He just got to live in a world where everything he thought he’d heard and seen turned out to be real. Lucky bastard.”
It reminds me of Made You Up by Francesca Zappia which is up to now still in my top five favorite YA contemporaries and which portrayed a teenage girl’s schizophrenic mind. I’m very glad to finally have the perspective of a male character on the same issue. Words on the Bathroom Walls has now a spot in that same list too.
“And sometimes it’s just a feeling that someone somewhere is watching me, which I know is ridiculous. Why would anyone bother, right?”
It’s probably wrong to react this way but do forgive me if the contents of Adam’s journal entries he submits to his psychiatrist entertain me to no end. Being in Adam’s mind is a lot like watching a movie that congregates all genres but mostly comedy and fantasy. Except for Adam himself, I know it’s not at all amusing. It’s enough to make him sometimes think of shutting himself off completely. *sniffs* I couldn’t imagine how hard it must be but to Adam and for those who have the same condition as his to live life when there is always someone whispering (or yelling) to your ear what to do.
I empathize with him deeply and I wish there was anything I could do to make him feel better. I’m just glad the brilliantly perceptive Maya who I adore so much (and who is a Filipino so yay!) is always there to provide interesting distraction and I’m very happy that Adam has the right people (amazingly supportive parents and the sweetest geeky best friend) in his life who accept and love everything about him.
I also have to say how much I appreciate Adam’s head on approach in coping with his mental condition.
“I still see things I know I shouldn’t be seeing. The difference is that I know I shouldn’t be seeing them.”
Afraid of coming off as a jerk, he would even acknowledge the presence of the familiar cast of characters in his elaborate hallucinations.
“I won’t call them hallucinations anymore. It doesn’t really seem fair. They’re just corporeally challenged. Learned that from Harry Potter, too. J.K. Rowling is a fucking genius. Anyone who doesn’t think so is crazy.”
Most importantly, the book guides readers on how to connect with people who have schizophrenia, that what they need isn’t pity but understanding of how they see the world differently, that there is no reason to fear them and that they should earn the same sympathy as anyone who has any other kind of physical illness and as any person deserves. Do I still need to say it? Read it!