My husband has been more proactive since my last visit to Psycotic mania land. To the point of frightening me with his power. Had me admitted 5 times last year with multiple ECT.

The meds the Pdoc has me take and convinced him into expecting full compliance are taking away my zest for life. No sex drive. No desire to be creative ( I used to do Watercolor Painting. The only thing my meds do is make me want to eat. Now I'm heavier than I've ever been in my life.

I do still swim. But no more bikini swim suits.

He still thinks that when you're in the manic stage it's good as depression for him =laziness
Doesn't matter how much he learns about bipolar. He's prejudice guides him.

He's relatively kind. But I know he's disappointed in me and thinks I could get "well" on my own with the meds.