I don't have any extended family to tell, and I stopped seeing friends before I was even diagnosed because I got tired of trying to pretend I was ok when I wasn't. My inlaws have been good, they know but don't bring it up all the time, and are never ugly about it. They just roll with the punches and are glad they know WHY I get weird sometimes. My husband is wonderful, all he wants to do is help. He makes sure I stay on my meds