Late Intro

[anonymousguest]

I am recently dx BPII.

I am about 99% sure my "mother" is an undiagnosed bipolar as well, and likely my sister. My "mother" refused to ever get mental help and as a result my childhood was pure pain, fear, and terror. I almost had my tubes tied at 19 years old just because I felt that if having children was a horrible as she made us think it was, I didn't want any. I love her on some level, but I also hate her on many more levels. My dad became an alcoholic to cope until they divorced (finally, after many instances of almost murdering her--literally--she drove him insane--literally).

Getting help was a huge step for me, and it has likely cost me my job (I am in the military, at least for now). It just came to a point where it was a survival issue and I needed help, to live and to not end up being the kind of mother to my son that my "mother" was to me. So this is me and I read so much here that is what I'm going through at this exact moment that I'm often too overwhelmed to even post.

[resonance]

Hi, and late welcome! It sucks very badly that the cost of getting help can be so high - our priorities as a society can be so screwed up. Especially when it comes to the point of not just allowing but encouraging people to refrain from getting help for problems that affect them and their families. Not good stuff. But it does sound like you managed to find healthier priorities inside of all that mess.

You have my sympathies, and my encouragement, and I hope you'll find useful stuff here.

[Croix]

I'm glad you've found your way here. This is a fantastic place to get it all out. Even if you are overwhelmed at the moment, it does feel good to finally find a place of acceptance and hear stories like your own. That in itself makes you (well, me anyway) feel just a tiny bit better.

So lurk, post, rant, ask. Welcome aboard.

Croix