I was finally diagnosed with BP2 (at age 54!) and do think I have had some of the traits all of my life. Like many of us with BP, many stupid mistakes and missed opportunities. I think the BP2 was missed because my parents, husband and the military provided me support in many areas (for example--they supplemented my income) and I kept the crazy ruminations and some of the crazy decisions a secret. I worry that my children have not gotten enough support because of my mental illness and am trying to make up for past mistakes. Overall, I had a good life but I worry I ruined my children's lives and can't go back and do it all over again.