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“Imagine,” he said, “If I’d had schizophrenia.” 

We all paused and nodded somberly. Really considered it.

“I’ve been thinking about that lately. How if I had schizophrenia, with my dad having Alzheimer’s. Just…just how untenable it would be.” 

We kept silent, not allowed to speak until the speaker—the person sharing asked for input. They weren’t our rules. I mean, none of us had some up with them. They were just The Rules, and we abided by them.