Practically everyone. Not everyone gets it but they do know. I am pretty open about it, always was, but once I went on disability it was obvious something was wrong and when I moved into this little house on my mom's property is was obvious things were bad enough I couldn't live alone so again, obvious.

I just don't care. If they have an issue with me or my illness then that's really their problem. Sometimes they are coming from a position of love, like a close family friend who thinks if I just had a schedule and took a computer job working from home I'd be fine. But the reality is that I can't have a schedule because my meds control my sleep and I need a ton of that and I'm not coming off the only med that ever really helped me. I don't want some computer job that made me lose my SSDI and I know I couldn't be a consistent employee anyway. I don't even volunteer because I wouldn't be consistent and I wouldn't want anyone to count on me. But that's hard for some people to understand and as I have been better on clozapine I think it's harder because aside from sleeping so much I do seem better and this med does help greatly. So I look better and "should be able" to do more. I do the most i can though.

When it isn't from a position of love I break things off (or ghost the person. Not proud of that but I've done it).