My mother telling me, while I was in the middle of a mixed episode, that I wasn't sick and it was an excuse to make me spend money on pills I didn't need and I should pray more. Then not visiting me when I ended up in hospital after a suicide attempt. (She's actually never visited...)

There was also the one time she sent me a six page letter in the mail, explaining to me that I didn't actually have bipolar disorder and it was all a conspiracy by Satan to make me stop using my voice to sing the word of god. That was... that was something.

Oh and then there was the psychiatrist who told me right out she thought I was faking it for attention. That was about when my insurance ran out so I said the hell with it and stopped taking meds, because I felt better and obviously no one else thought I had a problem either.