I bet I could team up with Jennie to hone a blistering rant on the woeful shortcomings of what we know as psychiatric science. One day our current understanding of mental illness will most resemble the wisdom of blood letting barbers of olde.

But the idea of a progressive nature to what is called bipolar doesn't seem too far fetched to me. After all, we all lived however long before dx, right? At least for me, it wasn't until my "disorder" progressed to such a point that something was "obviously" other than it should be. Indeed, in the five years since my dx, the nature of my swings has completely changed in frequency and severity. Some of it is for the better. I've learned to sleep for one. Some of it is not so nice, frequency for me has increased.

But I get more and more concious. In some way, I actually care about it less. I mean, I stay focused on it, survival demands that, but it's also like being tall or short, or right or left handed too. "I yams what I yams." So is everyone else.

Hope I stayed on topic. I've got that ramblin thing goin on.