Ok, what do I mean by being a Dark Bipolar.
The pdoc's more then likely have a fancy big word for what I mean but for me I've put it in a country bumpkin words.
For me Dark Bipolar means that in that person's life they have been a danger to their selves and/or others. I'm not talking about thoughts of harming self or others, I'm talking about they have in the past, did an action or attempted to harm self or another person.
That is what I mean by a Dark Bipolar. That 1% group that makes it a living pain in the back side for the rest of us. That 1% that is shown on t.v. and in movies, that when a person says they have a mental illness they go Oh, like "Beautiful Mind", "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" are two movies, or they will say oh you mean like that lady in Texas that drown her kids or one of the teenagers that went on a shooting spree in their school.
Were they all Bipolar? We will never truly know. For many Bipolar isn't easy to determine for pdocs or councilors. Cause there are many different forms of depression.
You got the Baby Blues, which is slapped on women who happen to be having difficult adjusting to her new world as being a mother. (Yes, that depression label is on my medical file)
You got Major Depression, (again I was labeled that in my medical file)
P.T.S.D. isn't a depression but it is Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. (Which is in my medical file)
It wasn’t until I was placed in a mental hospital for suicide prevention, and one of their pdocs put me on a med that had me bouncing off the walls, chasing my tail. That someone said Bipolar. If It wasn’t for that pdoc in the mental hospital, and knowing what questions to ask, I more then likely would not of been properly labeled, until it was to late.
I’m not saying that where I go for my health care is a bad place. What I’m saying is that my being watched 24/7 for suicide prevention, which meant the only time I didn’t have someone’s eyes on me was when I was in the bathroom. And each of those people that had the unpleasant job of having a shift of watching me. Also had a clip board and pen that they would write on. There were a few times those people made me feel like a lab rat. But the good thing about it all was they were writing down all my little things. The disability of sitting still. The chewing my finger nails. There was a lot of them. LOL, they also were a drug rehab center and one of the nurses confused me with the female that had been order, drug rehab. Which sitting here right at this moment, I can laugh thinking about that, cause I bet my behavior did fit a junky high on drugs.
Well, I need to get some sleep. Son has no school tomorrow, hubby is taking my mother to the city for meetings, which means me and the kids are stuck with each other tomorrow at home. Son may get his computer hooked back up tomorrow. LOL, mom and hubby are worried about me taking care of my kids for 8hrs. I’m not really worried about my son, we have been left alone together, well not really alone, my father will be here, and between me and my dad we can pass for a norm if we work together. This will be our first time for me and dad to have to care for both my kids all day long.
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So I'll say,
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Hey,
I boy in my high school many years ago was bi-polar or manic-depressive as they called it. He was sooooo darn annoying when manic, couldn't come to school at all when depressive. He was on lithium, green pills. Is that still the med of choice? 
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