When I was manic, my parents seemed very sluggish and like they were stuck in a fog. Honestly, they seemed oblivious, trapped, and completely unaware of the state of things. Of course, this is probably because I thought the end of the world was coming soon and my younger generation was going to rise up as the older generations became too entrenched in their own apathy. Anyway, that kind of thinking also filtered over to other people I met (though not everyone). No one seemed to be talking about anything important. Group therapy at outpatient was sooo slow in the beginning, before I became more stable.