My husband (boyfriend at the time of all this) told me for a long time that I didn't need meds. He finally stopped telling me I didn't need them but never really talked about or accepted the fact that I needed them to function. He was sort of like, whatever made me happy. Then, things changed after the birth of our first daughter. I started acting way outside of my normal. Enough so that a few months ago, when I first got my dx of bp, he told me that sometimes, he felt like I was a different person. That was the click for him. He now recognizes that something is wrong but he still won't talk about it. And I'm sure the words "my wife has bipolar" will never cross his lips. He doesn't not support me but he doesn't support me either, kwim? It's lonely sometimes. I know he loves me but I think that people who aren't in these shoes (mental illness) just can't understand. It's like asking someone with diabetes to tell you how it feels to be diabetic. They can tell you but you'll never really know unless you yourself become diabetic. Mental illness is even more difficult because it's invisible. You can't visually see the sickness, except through manifestations and those can be seen as someone just acting out.

I guess my point is that I hear you. I'm in the same ocean, and maybe even the same boat, as you.