The constant hiding of my illness and dealing with the negative consequences of telling people my diagnosis. People wonder why I don't work, but i can't tell them I'm on permanent and total disability for being a nut job. When I act weird and I know it's obvious, but I can't tell people why. People just assume they know why I am and do the things I do, but they're always wrong and I can't even tell them the truth about it. My husbands ex thinks I went in to the hospital for depression and now she acts like she's above me because I have to take meds and she doesn't (she's about as dysfunctional as they get however) I would love to say, I went in to the hospital against my will after 2 weeks of psychosis. But I can't.