Emily and I had a discussion the other day about revealing my Bipolar Disorder II to people. “People” means the people I know. I worry that if they know I have this mood disorder they will view me differently.
My daughter, I believe because of heredity, has a little OCD and General Anxiety. She tells people in her life about it. She thinks it is important to educate about mental illness and she feels that it will make a difference as far as how some people view it.
I have a different take on it though. I am afraid to tell even my closest friends about my illness. I am afraid they will misunderstand and think I will strip down naked and run down the street with a knife. Actually, I hate to admit it, but before I was diagnosed with this disorder, I thought the same thing.
Just like everyone is told by top news stories, the perpetrator of mass murders, etc. are often reported as having a bipolar illness. The general public sees that and assumes the worst. Who can blame them? There are so many variables that are not reported. Predisposition to violence, access to weapons, psychotic breaks, not medicated, etc.
Writing this blog is the farthest I can go right now. I feel very protective of my situation. Maybe one day.