I was initially misdiagnosed as MDD and got the bp 1 label years later. When I met with mom and my dad to inform them of my depression and that I had gotten addicted to my pain med after a shoulder injury, she looked at me with eyes devoid of anything motherly and said: "Well, you certainly didn't get that from me!"

My mother was cold, distant, and very hard on me from toddlerhood. I learned to disconnect and separate to protect myself. She was competent in her required duties. Will always love her, but she wasn't very nice to me. It was always my impression that I was likely an accident and she just really had never wanted me.