when my wife got down on her knees and pleeded with me to get help. Pleeded for me to listen to her that I had a problem. Yelled at the top of her lungs that I needed to get help. I was in a hypo rage at the time.

I was never physically abusive, but I would have uncontrollable rage with my mania at times. Yeah, it was her that sent me in to see the psychologist. I was honest, out of spite with the psychologist. I honestly believed that she was going to tell me that 'of course I was normal' and that 'it was my wife that was the problem'.

Well, another visit and a five hundred question test later, I came up speechless with my new diagnosis and an initial visit with my now current pdoc to confirm and medicate.

Yeah, that was a horrible day.