Well, my therapist of 10+ years threw an intern to be in charge of my support group without mentioning it to me, and that was a massive betrayal for me.

I find it hard to be understanding of myself, let alone thing that anyone else should be understanding.
I can't think of any possible way that my fiancé can even begin to understand the way that I snap at him. I snap at him because he wants to get a scooter, because of money, because of all his gaming... that one especially isn't fair, since I sleep all the time.

I'm just grateful that my mom understands and gets it.
I think that over the years, having someone that deals with bipolar has well as helped.
She's never dealt with self injury, because she was too worried that she'd go too far.