It's an open conversation in my house. He knew we took "head boo boo" meds when he was 4. Eventually he wanted to know the name. What it did? He knows it makes us too happy, too sad, too mad. As he's gotten older he's gotten to see me psycotic, my marks, mad, med changes, hospitalizations, everything. I don't hide but he has no idea how bad it is. He's asked what depression feels like and we were honest. It's the flu without the cough. It's being so tired you don't want to get up to go to the bathroom. Feeling so bad you want to die. Mania is getting to happy to think about safety or too mad to think straight.