I've always been very self sufficient and private (although posting on a board wouldn't seem so private) - but even when fighting depression for the past 13 years, I rarely said anything to my mother or husband about the meds i was taking. They never questioned any meds as I have hypothyroidism and take medicine daily - so I always just blew any prescriptions off as related to thyroid.
Since I've been diagnosed as BP2 about 3-4 months ago, I actually told my husband about the diagnosis. He patted me on the head and said "I'm sorry you've got that" and that was the end of it - he hasn't even bothered to ask how I feel or research anything about this disease. We've had a messed up marriage that will have run 19 years this summer. No trust on either side - yet I've never strayed and I really don't know if he has, but we just don't enjoy each other's company. I've always stayed for the kids - although, I wonder if it's really beneficial. Now, I feel like I'm in a countdown to when they go off to college - I'm outta here. Of course, I've heard that is what most BP'ers tend to do - run and leave thinking a new place will be better. I would much rather vacation alone with my kids (13 and 15) than with him. In fact, am stressing about a trip in July that he is coming along. I think I'll need a valium saltlick just to make it through 5 days.
Strayed from my original question. While I don't really see the need to tell my mother or other family about the BP2 diagnosis - I wonder about telling my kids. My pdoc says no. I really don't want them to have to worry about me - however, when I'm down - it's really hard to explain to them why I just want to be alone and am so awfully irritible. Those are the times when my self-loathing is the worst because they are the last people on earth that I want to hurt. Then, a week or so later, I head back on the upswing and am everyone's favorite person to be around.
Another thing I still cannot understand is how I hold up at work and yet crash at home? I think it's because I'm the major breadwinner in the family and we can't afford for me to fail at work - so I fail at home. Here I am whining about this minor thing and there are people out in the world facing life and death situations that are not comparable. I just want to feel well. I'm tired and just feel like a failure. I'm not physically tired, I'm mentally tired. Does that make sense?
Does anyone else feel this?