I remember sitting in the car thinking, “things are never going to be the same. I will never be capable of the things I was capable of before.” Twenty minutes earlier, I had been sitting on the couch in my psychiatric nurse practitioner’s office hearing the word “schizophrenia.” After that moment, I never saw myself the same. And the longer I live with what is now diagnosed as schizoaffective disorder, the more I see how this shift in view is not unique to me or even only those living with mental illnesses. Parents, doctors – anyone really, can easily slip into viewing someone through a different lens once they receive…