Hi, my name is Richard. I am 44 and was diagnosed 27 years ago. I have been able to make it through life without treatment. At least I thought I was. I guess due to the fear and emabarrasment I just lying to myself. I am sitting here in my house that I have hardly left for the last 4 months. I quit my job, I walked out on friendships. I'm not really sure why my wife has stayed with me. I am so mean and sorry stops having meaning after a while. Anyway she stays on one side of the house and me on the other. It has been such a crazy and dark place. I am feting to have the responsibility and courage to get help, but failing at that too. I started this blog to try and face it, and I guess everyone can't handle me so well. lol Just thought I would say hello. Reading the posts here have made me not feel alone.