When you were diagnosed with BP, Did you Accept it

Accepted. I'd lived for so many years with its realities, it was so very obvious once I'd admitted something was seriously wrong and went for help. (Really, there was no point in denying it. It completely explained my life. It was a powerful revelation.)
Yup. I had beat myself up for decades wondering what on earth my problem was and why I couldn't just "will" these things away, no matter how hard I tried. I could finally understand and do things about it that could actually help, like my meds.

I so didnt accept it when i was first diagnosed. I tried the meds, very briefly and then explained to my pdoc what I believed was going on with me. Simply put, I am just a very empathetic person. So much so that I can just walk by a person and all the feelings they are feeling will transfer over to me. That is the explanation for my rapid shifts in mood. I would just have to learn to protect myself better.

It wasnt until about five years later when i was in a terrible mixed cycle that most agreed i should have been hospitalized for, but no insurance, my bosses sent me to a psychiatrist who again dx'd me bipolar. She handed me a sheet that had like a hundred signs of mania on it. I could tick off about 94 of them. It was a little hard at that point to deny that I was bipolar. It was kinda a relief to see things on the list, Im like, wow,thats why that happens?

Well, seeing as how I was diagnosed when I was around five years old... I'd have to say, to answer your question initially, I accepted it because I didn't fully understand it. When I finally did understand what was going on, I did not accept it. I suppose you could say I did enter a small episode of denial, thinking that nothing was wrong... I was just more emotional, and that meant nothing... But finally, about this year, I've accepted that something was wrong and that I needed to be more responsible.

When my diagnosis changed to being Bipolar Schizoaffective, I was VERY relieved. I haven't yet entered denial about it, and I don't think I will. I think I've finally reached acceptance and I'm glad to know what's wrong with me.

I had to accept it. It was the explanation for months of mania (my first ever and coming late in life) although no one ever told me I was Bipolar 1. I was sent home from the hospital with a diagnosis of Bipolar 2 and inadequate meds. I crashed into depression, landed back in the hospital with the new Bipolar 1 diagnosis, and when released crashed even further. That was a very dark place and got me into a lot of trouble. Back into the hospital with injuries this time and for a longer stay. There was no option of not accepting it. No question. I had to, but I've hated every moment of it since. It has literally ruined my life.