My son has been diagnosed with bipolar disorder. He’s in his mid-twenties, so it’s the average time for onset of bipolar disorder. No family history that we know of, but if it was just two generations back, it probably wouldn’t have been talked about.
He had his first manic episode early in the year. He spent a brief time in in-patient treatment, followed by a period of out-patient treatment. During the out-patient treatment, his psychiatrist started to think the diagnosis was incorrect and she weaned him off his meds.
He has had another manic episode, and he’s back in the in-patient facility. Luckily he was able to get back into the same place he was in before, so they aren’t starting from zero. They started him back on different meds, and he’s much better much faster than the first time.
His fiancee was talking to a friend and someone overheard. The person who overheard said her mother was bipolar and she had to take her to the hospital six times, and she told his fiancee that she should break up with him.
The only experts I’ve spoken to have been the doctors in the crisis center, and I don’t know to what degree they are trying to sugar coat things to prevent us from giving up hope.
I’d rather know the reality.
If anyone has any personal experience they can share, I’d appreciate it. If anyone has any professional experience they can share, I’d appreciate that as well.
EDIT: Just wanted to add to this that we were able to visit him today, and he’s doing very well.
Diagnosed BIpolar 1, mostly depressive, but sometimes manic.
I am deathly afraid of the manic episodes that I’ve got some fear of “being too happy”. I’d rather deal with the lows (even the lowest of the low) because at least with those, I can trust myself to lack the energy to be destructive. I am fairly confident that in my lowest, I won’t even have the energy to commit suicide even if I want to.
Mania is a very different beast altogether. It might manifest on a spectrum from “just too wired up for sleep” to, in a couple of really badly unmanaged episodes, going off to an entirely different part of the country on a whim just because “who cares, I’m dying anyways?” Only through sheer luck did I manage to get home safe both times.
That said, honest self-awareness, honesty to the mental health professionals, and sticking to the treatment plan could make it manageable. It’s no guarantee, but it helps.
It also helps to manage expectations: the treatment won’t be on target especially on the first states, while the doctors adjust the medication and the dosage, deal with the side effects, etc. Some kind of faith in the process is necessary, I think–not blind trust, but trust that if you inform the doctors honestly any effects (side effects or not) to the best of your abilities, then the doctors can manage the condition better than if you think “I feel fine, the meds aren’t needed anymore!”
The treatment–the management of the condition is likely to last until the very end, and that’s fine.
About being in a relationship? It’s really up to the person and their partner: I wouldn’t trust myself to go on in a relationship without at least informing my partner about it–and keeping them up to date with “my mood weather report”. However it probably takes experience, a few cycles to get used to it.
Thanks for sharing!
The thing that makes me most hopeful is his attitude. He really seems to be dedicated to making the treatment work.