Hey. Pretty much I don't tell anyone much of anything. I'm a very private person.

A long time ago when an old pdoc dx me as maybe bp 2 and I was having no luck with any meds working I asked my mom to come to a pdoc appt with me. She is a nurse. Looking back it was probably a bit of an ambush as I didn't warn her of anything ahead of time. But I don't think she really has any idea how bad it can get. After she read a memoir I had left lying around and asked with horror if that was what depression was like for me, I sort of hid any of the scary stuff fRom her. I assume she shared details w my dad but idk for sure. I'm not that close to my siblings.

My best friend knows the most. And she will point out when I seem to be hypomanic and all over the place, or calls me out when i start saying how meds are BS and do nothing every time i start thinking I'm feeling better. But she doesn't totally get that when I am feeling like that i really feel awesome and invincible. When depressed though I hole up and isolate so I don't think she has ever seen me like that. I have talked a little but about sui ideation I had in the past w her, but don't share if I am feeling like that in the present. I try not to bother her too much- I know years ago when I was first depressed I was sort of being too needy and I could see it was draining on her to hang out with me. Funny- she had no idea how fcked up I was until we backpacked thru Europe together while I was in a bad depression episode. I feel sort of bad I didn't warn her better. Ah well. It made us closer!

Work- God no. Never. I wouldn't even feel comfortable with my work friends knowing i had depression. It's just too risky. Nobody wants their little johnny or Suzy taught by someone who is unstable or MI...
If I were in a different field though, I would have liked to do some MI advocacy and anti stigma stuff as I believe in it strongly. But my job makes me have to keep quiet.