Diagnosed at 61 and very happy about it.

I've have lived a semi-normal life with triumps and defeats, like the "normals".
Married three times, each lasting more than ten years and the present one we
has been together for twenty seven years. Of course, there has been some duality at some point.

Have three "normal" kids. Have never worked for anybody, and have survived to be 68.
Have never carried any stigma (and I still don't). Never new I was sick. I was just different.
And I still like it. I've done things than the really rich don't dare.
I'm very happy to be blissfully alien to my condition.

Every time I fallen, bounce back. It takes some time often, but I come back.
I'm conviced that the medicines have being more harmful than beneficial.
The deepest depressions have being under treatment.
Had, and still have very good friends. All knowing that I was crazy. I was the only one that didn't know.
When I told them about it, they told me to "fire that doctor". He should have known from the beginning. Hahaha.

This is my story. Not necessarily can be applied to everyone. But Even if I could, I would change very little. And the "normals" also have regrets.

Live life to the fullest. There's only one. You will be happy at the end.