Today was my daughter's first day of therapy for schizoid illness. It will be a long process but it's worth it. I don't know if she's nervous about starting therapy, as she interacts with me very little. My daughter Charlotte is now thirteen and I still feel like she is a stranger to me. I didn't even know how Charlotte developed this disorder, but the characteristics of schizoid disorder became clear a couple of years ago. She was more focused on herself, didn't talk to many people and didn't like social outings. We went to his doctor to see if he could explain why he wasn't like other children. Then he did many tests and found out that my daughter had been diagnosed with schizoid illness. I was speechless after the doctor told me she had been diagnosed. I kept thinking to myself: how do you raise a child with schizoid illness? What do I watch? How do I behave towards him? I had a long discussion with the doctor about how Charlotte can deal with this disorder and how our family can help her as much as possible. It's difficult trying to help Charlotte be herself with this disorder. She is always alone and rarely, if ever, participates in group activities. He doesn't talk to his brothers, his father or me. He usually spends most of his time in his room watching television or reading. Even at the table she sits there, without speaking, and behaves as if she were not there. Becoming a teenager is a big step in her life and I want to help her get through it, but I don't know how to help her. She has friends at school, but I don't think she's that close to them. She's definitely the shy one in the group because I never see her talk to them. When I pick her up from school she is usually sitting at...... in the center of the paper... wise advice, it is a learning process, and advice on how to raise a schizoid child cannot translate into another because each child is an individual and that each child will have different severities in different areas of this disorder. There will be tough times, but just like what happened to me, you can overcome them. Today I thought walking her to her therapist's office would be easy. It hasn't been easy because it's killing me that there is an opportunity for my daughter to be more open with her life and not share it with me, but with a therapist instead. I tried not to think about it, but this situation is the best. I love Charlotte with all my heart and all I want for her is for her to be happy. If she's happy, I'm happy. All I have to do is take it one day at a time, because every day could be an opportunity for something new.