My Mother feels the same way. If I'm going to a doctor they're going to tell me something is wrong. It's a diagnosis they handed out easily. She asks me consistently if I'm ever going to be done taking my medications and while I know that the meds make it easier for me to cope, I tried to go off them once and things didn't work out so well.

I hate taking the medication. It makes me tired and I just don't like the idea of it. It took a long time for me to accept that I have to be on medication in order to create a stable feeling and she doesn't get that asking me about the meds hits that inner struggle that I already constantly fight.
I feel horrible for my husband being in the position he is. Even that has it's limits though because he's in the same boat as they are. He's not making a move to make it any better. We don't really fight about the parents issue, it's just a problem that puts me in the middle and forces me to choose sides.
I feel that my mother refuses to accept the diagnosis because of the fact that it may be hereditary. She'll admit that her sister had BP, (and I suspect my mother is as well due to her depression and manic-like moments) but accepting mine would be acknowledging that she may also be bipolar.
I've invited my parents to a session with my therapist and they refuse. My husband and I currently attend marriage counseling sessions as well. While he would never tell me I shouldn't visit my parents, my parents will openly tell me they aren't ready to have him to their home and such. They'd prefer not. It really throws a kink in our usual family functions towards the holidays and I'm just ready for the issue to be resolved no matter what I have to do to get them to understand.
My parents feel that my husband is responsible for my breakdown in January. I was really stressed with work and I felt stuck there because my husband wasn't working. What happened was a manic depression that was the lowest I had ever been. I had an affair on my husband and was reaching out to all the wrong resources as my depression deepened. As my lies started to unravel and I started to see the pain that I caused everyone, I just sank. During this time, my husband suspected that something was wrong. He asked my parents for help and they thought he was being too controlling on me. Had they listened to him all the wrong resources would have been out of my reach. They really do enable me when I'm at my worst.
I've sat and explained it to them, at how I had the affair and created a bucket of hurtful fibs and it made my husband look like he was being overly concerned. I led this secret life for 4 years...
No one ever talks about the steps after the heartfelt apologies. How do I fix this?