My daughter is the only one in my family that totally accepts and supports my BP-2 diagnosis. She's 18 now but I feel for years we've been in the trenches fighting together. My mom accepts it when it is convenient and my sister is very hostile. She thinks I am lazy and in a rut and can think my way out of it. My adopted brother has paranoid schizophrenia and gently checks in with me each day and that means more to me than almost anything especially since there is not much he can do. So pretty much my support system is my daughter, my brother, my therapist and my pdoc. I've wished for years it was different and still haven't accepted the reality of it.