I had a job interview Friday afternoon. I came out as a lesbian, but not as Bipolar. Mostly I think it’s because I’m just not a wreck any more. Yes, I know I will live with this illness the rest of my life, the medications and therapies, the shrinks and psychologists. But I ain’t Bipolar, I have the disorder, but it ain’t got me. Anymore.
I had a note from someone just diagnosed with BPII the other day. He was happy to have a diagnosis to attach to his restlessness and inability to keep a regular job in his chosen field of social work. Sed he’s gonna try a place where they hire consumers. Good luck, brother, I don’t believe the workplaces that claim 51% consumers ever reach anywhere near that…they are full of shit! But I AM glad there are such organizations out there trying to to make a difference in consumers lives.