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The immediate side of my family knows about my BP. Most are in denial. The older ones (my grandma and dad) don't really understand the disorder so they are whatever about it and always accepted the way I am and behaviors of the past. My aunt will not tell her husband or kids though, but I told my cousin because I think she should know since it may run in the family and she is a user. My sister at first would blame everything I did on my BP, but since she works with BP patients, she is starting to comprehend the disorder and getting help herself. She used in the past. Drug abuse runs in the family, even though I haven't used.

My ex doesn't talk about it and tries to help me the best can in his own way. I think he told my mother-in-law but I don't know. I told his sister and her ex-fiance. Her ex-fiance is bipolar, so we compare meds, eventhough we don't get along, lol. I told some friends, but that has backfired on me. I have not told the guy I seeing because I am scared to lose him.

it runs in my family , most do not talk about or in denial, i am very open about it, when someone in family those a bipolar thing i being it out, but most just act like it never happened. it is always just another nervous breakdown or depression or grief thing. so we go on. i see them just a funny family.

the ex i thinks it is just a excuse not wanting to back to her and abundant of others. with the ptsd does not help to much.

Post edited by: lken, at: 07/07/2012 01:47 PM

i was diagnosed about 8 years ago, and i think most people in my family know. i say "think" because i'm not shy about telling people but sometimes i;m not really sure it registers.

i told my former employers, but it didn't stop them from trying to impose impossible working conditions on me that led to them firing me, and me launching a successful lawsuit against them.

since i'm not shy about mentioning it, a number of close friends 'came out' to me that they had been diagnosed too but kept it a secret- it IS interesting how we find each other...

sometimes i wonder if the fact that i don't give a damn who knows is a function of a poor self image... ie- i don't care what you think about this or might call me, because i've called myself worse most of my life...