My wife sent me to the shrink because I was having a big depression, she says. She's a medical professional so she has connections.
Went to one of the best shrinks in Miami, and was diagnosed bipolar 1 in forty five minutes. Just like that. A magician.
Now is that I question my diagnosis , because I have time to think. I have 60% MDD and 40% BP so far and coming down by the minute.

My wife knows. My daughter in law knows, because she was the pharmacist, (probably her two sisters know too.) My mother cannot believe she gave birth to a crazy.
She call me every day at noon to ask if I feel normal again???. When was I normal?.
But she's 102 years old. What can I do. BTW, she heard in the radio about organ donation and she wants to donate hers. I told her she's too old and she said they said of ANY age.
Can you imagine the poor soul that get my mother's organs?. Or maybe they still have something left in the tank. And I would take her brain in a NY min.
Well, that was off topic, granted. The only other person that knows is the shrink.
And sometimes a nurse at other doctors notice.
And I don't hide it but don't flaunt it either. Nothing to gain. A lot to lose.