Ridiculous/embarrassing moments while manic

Usually i don't have those kind of social faux pas because i have social anxiety and i'm VERY introverted...which keeps me "safe" from that. The only embarassing thing i have because of mania is trying to explain to friends and family that are helping me move: "how is it that one person can have thousands of books on so many varied topics?!?!?"

Wow, reading all these stories I've been laughing pretty hard - I've never done anything quite like that! Well I'm still young, it could still happen haha

Some of the worst I probably did was when I was still in high school. I once walked around school with my friends posing sexy looks and saying "I'm _(my nickname)__alicious" and doing that finger in the mouth thing (ahem.. I think everyone knows what I mean) along with reeling off sexual innuendos

Continuing on with that, there was this random male visitor at my school and, being at a girls school and in a family of all girls, I took the opportunity to I blow up two balloons, shove them up my top and fold my arms underneath to push them up, resting them on a counter and trying to talk to this guy, who was altogether bemused and confused

Ha! I like the balloons one...

Actually, I had a minor manic phase yesterday in the shop... or it might have been the day before yesterday, where I started talking to the woman behind the counter, and couldn't stop. Can't even remember what I was talking about. I tend to get on with her pretty well, but she had to look over my shoulder and said, "next!"

I saw her again today, and had a similar thing, but this time there wasn't a queue forming behind me, so it wasn't quite as cringingly awful.

HAHA.. 6 months after my first Divorce was finalized I met a man online.. we "Hit it off" and were married 3 weeks later.. yeah talk about stupid and MANIC.. not sure what his excuse was though (of course I have my ways of convincing men I'm the one for them when I'm manic!!) But we were divorced 4 months later.... lol I was only married and divorced one more time after that.. LMBO!!

Oh, Jesus. I regret this so much.

When I was in a state of hypomania, I was trying to sleep in a bed next to a lot of people, including a guy who had a girlfriend. He started touching me, but we did not have sex. I was not a good friend of his girlfriend's at that time, but I am now. She forgave me, and I would NEVER do it when I'm normal.

A friend of mine did the same thing with my boyfriend and I felt terrible.

But I still feel a bit guilty, like I could have stopped it. Also when I was manic I drank too much and vomited on my "to-be-boyfriend"s jacket. He took it pretty well, but I think he was manic too! We also drove while touching each other, which I am really ashamed of, and I drove a night with alcohol in my blood.

I'm not dying of shame, but it still surprises me what I did and sometimes it's like I have black holes in my memory, and then suddenly remember what I actually did while manic. Anyone else experiencing this?

I left my house in pajamas in the middle of the night and drove 800 miles to a friends house. She was very surprised to see me, I then proceeded to clean her kitchen day and night for three days.. I didn't even have shoes - I was still wearing my PJs and slippers.

Wow, this stuff is racy! I'm sooo glad I was diagnosed early. The worst I have ever done is buy a $1,000 laptop off a home shopping show. I think it was the countdown on the timer that got me.

Our landlord said he was going to come visit the house and take pictures so he could see if there was any maintenance that needed doing. I decided I was going to clean the house, top to bottom, and surprise him with what model tenants we were. One night, my boyfriend walked into the hallway bathroom around 4am and found me kneeling on the floor completely naked, talking to myself a mile a minute and scrubbing the baseboards around the tub with a toothbrush.

...I don't actually remember why I wasn't wearing clothes, just that it made perfect sense to me at the time not to have them on. I hadn't slept in about three days at that point.

Hubby and I had gone out drinking and gotten into an argument and he left me at the bar. I had a ride home and when I got there no one was home so I thought. He thought he would prank me and call my cell phone from the house phone and just breathe. I called the cops, I knew it could be him but I wasnt taking any chances so I hollard out to who ever was effing with me that I called the cops and I got back on my cell phone to my friend. I was scared at this point while we were talking and all of a sudden my husband scares the **** out of me my cell phone breaks and so obviously my friend is going to call the police I had told her someone was in my house. The police get there and me and my hubby are yelling and arguing again, everything calms down and the police leave. I go back in my room and there is another knock at the door about 10 minutes late they had gotten a call from a friend of mine. Oh yeah, forgot to tell them my frie was probably freaking out and calling in. So they came back had to talk to us both again. It calms down and I go back into my room and there is another knock at the door. Apparently the neighbors saw my husband lurking around outside. Ahh sheesh. Anyways did I mention that all this time alll I had on was one of those little tight club tankies that tie around your neck. Hubby never minded to tell me I was half *** naked. Guess the police got quite a show. No one said anything. Ahh I felt like such an ***.

Oh god. I think this would have to be the time I stood on a pool table in a packed frat house during a party and demonstrated that I could:
1) put on lipstick using only my decolletage,
2) do shots using only my decolletage,
3) hook my tongue ring through my nipple ring.

Yep, I'm well-endowed and there was alcohol involved. I probably also demonstrated my propensity for kissing girls, but I don't recall if it was that time or another time. I do remember that I was the last one standing at 7 AM, and didn't sleep for a couple more days after that, either.

Ugh, I'm totally hypersexual when manic. I flit from one guy to the next. In recent years I've even fooled around with girls. Been overly medicated for about 4 years and have been faithful to the same man all this time. Of course, being overly medicated means I have NO sex drive whatsoever. Need to find balance!

I would post some of stuff, but most of it is sexual or illegal.

I can relate to the having sex in public thing. It's so much fun.
I always feel so invincible, like I'll never get caught. It's all fun and games until you do! Stupid bipolar.

Before diagnosis, I drove from Michigan to Georgia to meet an online/phone male friend 20 years my senior. Spent several days with him fending off his advances - and I wore my hottest shorts and wondered why.

Uhm, I ran across a racecourse topless a few times before dx, not during races, but there were people. My friends thought it was hillarious, especially the guys. I also used to get a kick out of flashing old men who sat at their windows

Post dx? 1 time, around 2am, I waited for my bf to turn onto a mountainside road ( where he couldn't stop or pull over) I proceeded to undo his pants, get ontop of him and have my way with him

I'm quite tiny, altho I still can't explain how my leg fit between his seat and the door, or how my other leg fit between the seat and the gear lever also, I had to duck a few times if a car behind us got too close

Lucky for me, he's a great driver

on a side note, I'm straight but develop girl crushes when hypo, weird.

I haven't done anything near what you guys have done but I get all delusional while manic. I do spend a bit more money but not thousands of dollars. I get these racing thoughts as well. Once I was in an art store (I am an artist) and bought a pastel set that was several hundred dollars. I really haven't even used it even though I got it several years ago. I got other supplies as well. Even things I really don't even use. Also during this I thought my art was going to bring me hundreds of millions of dollars and I would be the next big thing. I was even thinking of where I would move and what kind of house I would buy. I thought I would be getting a huge mansion with all my hundreds of millions of dollars and help the poor and autism societies. I am also autistic after all. I am never interested in sex even while manic. I know that is the opposite of what most of you are. I have 0 sex drive. I am 29 and never truly had sex with the exception of one close call when someone attempted to rape me. So that was the closest to sex as I would ever be. I am still not interested at 29. A few times I had racing thoughts about being naked but still had enough control where I didn't go out naked and do all these things the people in my head were telling me to do. Some days I don't sleep at ALL. I don't know if that is just insomnia or part of the mania. The thing is that sometimes I get that when I am depressed as well sometimes during a psychotic break. I had a time recently that I didn't sleep for 36 hours and had a small psychotic break. I thought my mom would kill me. After the hour or two long episode I knew it wasn't true. Insomnia triggers psychotic breaks in me. With me I either sleep for 0-2 hours a day or 12-14 hours with still being tired. Hardly anything in between even if doing well. I sometimes talk real fast when manic and no one is able to keep up with me. There are times where I believe I am impervious to harm as well while manic. With me its mainly the delusions that get me more than anything else. Right now I have a stupid cold and I hate it!!! Also while manic/ hypomanic (I get more hypomanic than manic though) I feel like talking to my friends in the middle of the night. Once again I had some control over it. I just had so much energy that I wanted to talk to my friends at 4 AM. So, that is what my mania / hypomania is like. Not nearly as severe as all of yours. I feel for you all.

I'm sorry...I'm not laughing at you....It's just the mental picture...

These stories...I would probably say some of the most embarrassing yet funny stories have been of me getting straight WASTED and doing and saying complete idiotic things....I used to over drink as self medication but at the time I didn't realize it...Once, so drunk I was carried out by another female I worked with. She put me over her shoulders as she walked out of the bar with me asleep on her shoulders...And took me home...Where I was staying with my dad....Came home bare foot and all...Not proud...It is what it is...This is why I hardly drink or touch alcohol...I do the most

Two events come to mind.

1.) I had a fight with my BF at whose house I'd been staying for several weeks. I happened to be wearing his shirt and shorts at the time, so when I got angry, I stripped, went to the bedroom and put on the only thing I had, which was a negligee, went into the bathroom and grabbed the roll of toilet paper and the light bulb (I had bought lightbulbs and toilet paper for the apartment.), and marched out the door.

I was still so angry when I got to the house, that I jumped out of my car, grabbed the machete that I used to keep in my car for protection on long-distance trips, and began taking out the azalea bushes in the front yard.....unbeknownst to me in my manic fog....across the street from a police officer who had been doing paperwork in his car.

He climbed out, and showing some serious prudence, did not cross the street, but yelled out "Ma'am....are you OK?" I told him about the fight with the boyfriend and that I figured it was better to trim the hedges than to trim the boyfriend. The cop proceeded to watching me take out a few more hedges before getting back in his car and driving away.

2.) I wasn't sleeping and when I'm manic I have issues with car horns. They come straight from hell. Anyhow, one night after receiving about 2 feet of snow, one of the neighbors' car alarms got set off. I waited for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably just 5 minutes, jumped out of bed, grabbed a t-shirt (no underwear) and a hammer. In 20 degree weather, I walked about 50 yards barefoot through 2 feet of snow only to meet what was probably the owner of the vehicle. Our eyes locked, then hers dropped to the bare feet and the hammer, and she looked back up at me and said, "I think I know the owner, I'll go get him." She hauled *** upstairs and I'm just standing there trying to figure out what's the best way to get the hood open with a claw hammer, when I hear a window open upstairs, and a hand comes out with a clicker to turn the alarm off. I moseyed back to the apartment....no damage done to the vehicle...a narrow escape.