Each volume in this timely series provides essential information on a disease or disorder (including symptoms, causes, treatments and cures); presents the controversies surrounding causes, alternative treatments, and other issues; and offers first-person narratives from people coping with the disease -- either as patients, family members or caregivers. Essays are carefully edited and introduced to make them easily accessible to student researchers as well as general readers.
This is part of a series called Perspectives on Disesase and Disorders. I don't know if you're familiar with that sort of series, but generally they collect various articles on various aspects of whatever subject that particular book has been about. This one is obviously about schizophrenia, and it was sort of okay until the last section. Mostly either too simplistic or way too complicated, and at least two of the authors deserved smacking IMO-- seriously, dude? You're seriously going to tell me that your thirty-five-year-old daughter is not competent to make her own medical decisions? And dude who claims that there's no physical basis for mental illnesses, fuck you, we can diagnose depression with a blood test now and it's pretty damn obvious that schizophrenia is caused by something genetic so fuck you.
BUT. THEN. THE LAST SECTION. It's called Personal Experiences or something like that, and every. single. chapter is written by a relative, friend, or in one egregious case a journalist writing about a schizophrenic person. Like, for real? This book was published in 20fucking10, you couldn't be bothered to track down one single solitary schizophrenic person and ask them how it feels? Not ONE? FUCK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU INVOLVED IN THIS BOOK.