“I definitely feel that you have bipolar disorder; we’ll try these drugs first but then it’s lithium therapy, call your GP for an appointment in a week, see you in six weeks. Bye.”
Being diagnosed with anything isn’t that nice, let’s face it. Even being handed a prescription for antibiotics is enough to make most people urgh because here’s to 3-7 days of swallowing down tablets and fighting infection from under a blanket on the sofa. No one wants to be told that they’re poorly. Certainly, we all hope that we will never be told that we’re really quite poorly/seriously ill/basically fucked/sorry you’re broken.
It wasn’t exactly my finest moment.
That’s it, me, likely for the rest of my life and certainly for the foreseeable.
I have all of the questions and none of the answers. I was told to read and to learn but I don’t know where to start unless I can borrow a book called ‘So You Have Bipolar 2 And You’re Shitting It; Read This For True Facts, No Bullshit And Total Honesty’ which, let’s face it, I probably can’t.
People keep telling me how GOOD it is that I have a diagnosis, how positive and hopeful the whole situation is and I know you mean well and I know that you probably don’t know what to say but that sort of makes me want to rip my own face off with unbridled frustration. One person said “It’s fucking shit but it will be okay, somehow, because it has to be” and that pretty much sums it up for me.
I don’t need lies or pretence. I don’t want to moan on and on but I don’t want to give up blogging just because I don’t fit anymore. I don’t want to campaign. I don’t want to become something just because I’m afflicted by it.
When I saw this card I admittedly did a little LOL. And I am not one to LOL.Funny init? Controversial, maybe, but I’m all for the odd close to the bone remark said in the name humour.
@poeticfeminist Then if you know anyone with bipolar disorder, don’t buy it for them. PROBLEM SOLVED.
— JOY (@joythestore) September 20, 2014
But then they just had to be dicks about it didn’t they. HAHAHAHA THAT’S SO FUNNY WHAT AN ORIGINAL JOKE HOW CLEVER THIS IS HOW THE WORLD SEES ME NOW *collapses into sobs*
A juicy slice of narrow minded stigma little over 24 hours after diagnosis, really not what I needed to see. And no, I won’t feel differently in a few minutes BECAUSE THAT’S NOT HOW IT WORKS, KNOBHEADS.
So…what now? Ideas (no lies) on a postcard. Or controversial humour, you can send me that too.