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  • Ty for your comment. ❤️ I’m hoping my wife’s experience can help, but yes, our doctor is good. My wife found her cocktail of meds within three years of her DX, so about 2003. She said many doctors had her in various things that didn’t help her, and some also refused certain meds because of her past dependency on opioids. This doctor listens and works through treatments in a very collaborative way.

    I just hope it’s easy for me. I have two cousins with Bipolar and they don’t treat because they don’t like the meds. I don’t see treatment as optional though, so I’ll slog through it if needed.



  • My family (but not my wife; she rocks) tells me that I need to want to be better. I need to choose to be happy and want to not be anxious. See? Its just my own fault I have mental illness. The meds are just a crutch, and until I decide to find my willpower and pull myself up by my bootstraps, I’ll never be “cured.”

    No wonder it took me this long to accept who I am. They think the goal is to be med-free someday, and that if I rely on the meds, I’ll never “want” to be “cured,” so I’ll just keep taking “a pill” to feel better.

    Eta: “Stop making yourself depressed. You have so much to be happy about!”














  • I understand how much this can frustrate and annoy.

    My bp1so has been grinding her teeth for years when she hears someone who thinks changing your mind means you are (not have, but “are,” but that’s a different can of worms) bipolar.

    NT’s rarely know anything at all about mental illness units it affects them. After my bpso was diagnosed, her brother went and majored in psychology to understand her better. He made me see that he just didn’t know, and a lot of people just don’t have any exposure that makes them care enough to find out what they don’t know. Instead, we (don’t have BPD, but my own mixed bag of illness) become punchlines. I just have to forgive and move on, but it doesn’t mean we don’t feel ways about it.