With my memoir coming out in September, I am coming out , too. Coming out further, I mean, because I am already out–as a lesbian and also as bipolar. The lesbian part I have down, I’ve been out of the queer closet since I was 18, that’s 30 years ago. I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder only 11 years ago, and have been public about it for probably only half of that.
It supposedly gets easier…hmmm, it does, but I feel sweaty and nervous every time I post or talk about BP. I came out to the last of my co-workers last week. I come out every day to someone new either in person or online, I ask my editors to feature me in the September issues of the magazines and websites I write for, I post on this blog and Tweet this information, Facebook and Google+ it, etc.
I totally plaster my BP business all over the WWWeb, so my coming out as bipolar should be no surprise to anyone, really, but sometimes it is and I find myself taken aback at the ignorant and bigoted reactions of people I once held in some sort of regard.