I don't really have any friends outside the home anymore. My husband knows and seems to revel in telling his friends I'm "clinically insane". It hurts. I know people will look at me different or be awkward around me.

Family knows. My kids know. I felt they had the right to know it might be inherited. (And yes, sadly, we already know it has by some) but at least it makes me aggressive getting help for them. Not brushing their concerns under the rug.

I am in a support group for depression/BP, when life isn't too busy. I open up there but haven't connected outside the group.

I would hesitate to tell any friends I might make because I don't want them to see me as BP and block out who I am. I have BP but I'm more than that.

I'm sorry. It's an outrage people can't accept it. Especially friends who've known you for years.