I like what Lia had to say.

Basically, I'm pretty much "out" with my diagnosis. I am 55 years old and I honestly don't care a whole lot what people have to say about me, especially if they're the kind who would reject me on the basis of my mental illness. One of the privileges of age, I guess.

I haven't lost more than a handful of friends since I was dx'd. I felt the losses acutely at the time, but I figured out pretty quickly that if they couldn't handle me at my worst, they didn't deserve me at my best (thank you, Marilyn Monroe).

The one place I keep things on the q.t. is at work, or in my case, looking for work. My medical history is none of an employer's business, and it's my story to tell or not as I choose. I've found absolutely NO advantage to discussing my illness with prospective employers---I got burned badly once by disclosing, and I won't make that mistake again.