I'm 31 now and diagnosed bipolar disorder and panic disorder. I didn't think anything was wrong w me as a kid but my teachers family all thought ADHD and had me taken to a specialist when I was 12. Dr didn't know what to make of me just said yes something is off let's put him on riddlin. Parents said no and I powered through. At this point it seemed very very manic behavior. Then mid high school came the depression and anxiety. I didn't want to do anything that I used to love. Just isolated. So it mixed back and forth. Coming from an Irish catholic family I was told you're fine you need to relax yourself. Around 20/21 I became so anxious and depressed I wouldn't leave the house for long periods of time and them when I was manic I was just so high and racing. In one of my manic states I became obsessed w this idea birds that made a nest on the side of the house were spreading mites and other bugs inside. So in the middle of the night I grabbed two cans of raid sprayed my entire room down and blacked out from the fumes. Woke up went outside in just gym shorts. Got the ladder by breaking the lock w bolt cutters and climbed the house w the garden hose to wash everything from the birds. I slipped off the ladder sprained my ankle and my parents saw me fall. Then realized oh **** maybe this isnt "nerves" my mom gave me some Valium and got diagnosis at 22. Looking back I did all kinds of dangerous impulsive stuff growing up bc I thought it was funny or I was in sheer panic. I isolated and slept a lot. Up and down. Severe onset started around 20/21 but it slowly built up from childhood before it grabbed hold.