My son was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia aged 20. It began when he was about 16, he wouldn't come out of his bedroom, but no one would believe me for 3 or 4 years. The GP told me he just needed to get on with his life. The psychiatrist told me "people are entitled to be odd" and without diagnosing him sent a nurse round to give him an injection, which made him ill and he thought he had the flu. In the end we took him to the mental hospital (psychiatric unit) and sat in the entrance with him for 4 hours until they agreed to see him. He agreed to go in voluntarily as he thought he had the flu, and they told me he had paranoid schizophrenia, which I knew anyway because I had read everything I could about it in the library. Over 20 years my son was shifted from psychiatric units to half way houses to rehab on different medications with different side effects. he was a very vulnerable adult and was robbed, abused, conned by various individuals who preyed on others. Two others we know off jumped off a local car park, lost to the system. Finally my son was sent to the Bethlem Hospital in West Wickham. This was the best place ever because they not only looked after him but they spoke to me, his mother, as if I mattered. The place was terribly run down. So often the mental health workers told me they couldn't tell me anything as he was over 18 and it was confidential, even though I was the person who knew him best. I became aware of the total lack of funding for mental health, this stupid idea of "getting them back into the community" whatever that means, of the huge caseloads of the social workers, the lack of therapy, the lack of beds, the closure of local units and even closure of a drop-in centre, and some awful comments from members of the public. One man said to me "they're all axe murderers aren/t they"? People seem to think mental health problems are stress, anxiety and depression and don't understand the psychotic illness. My son died in 2014 aged 39. I truly believe that at last he's in a safe place.