[Slowbrains]

Do you ever take it less seriously? Or remember something that was sooo dead serious - back then. Something you can now laugh at?

Well: Before i got my diagnosis, i was visiting a shrink every now and then. He gave me a homework to fill up the MDQ. I thought the questions were too black and white, so after checking the boxes i wrote an "explanation" for every answer. Well, it exploded to a novel written around the paper. 2 sided, of course. And as i was just supposed to complete one sentence to other side, i wrote it right in middle of it. Then i got new ideas that had to fit around somewhere etc... etc...

So when i got it back to him, he grabs the paper, looks frontside about 10 seconds and then flips it over. He looked just like a driver of WRC car, rotating paper around like steering wheel of car going 200 kmh at narrow gravel road, as my writings appeared to be quite freely organized around the form.

He places the paper on his desk, looks at me and said: Sir, if you please could stop walking circle around my office and finally sit down, we could change topic of discussion from depression to so called "bipolar disorder". I am very convinced that you are suffering at least hypomanic episode right now.

[QuirkyGirl99]

Lol! I'm laughing because I can totally relate! I've filled out those forms and supplied my answers with the same lengthy explanations. I don't know if it as bipolar or ADHD thing, but I have this need for people to truly understand me. It is as if I feel compelled to do it! In fact, my psychiatrist at the time, said that there was no way she could diagnosis me. She said, "No one feels these things as much as you do! Not even my worst patient!". She even basically accuses me of lying! Needless to say, I got another psychiatrist:/

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Hah!
When I was in the ER after being escorted by the police, I was ranting and raving, demanding that they let me go home, screaming at the ER psychiatrist et cetera. They put one of those paper patient bracelet IDs on my wrist. I ripped it off screaming "I AM NOT A ******* PATIENT!!!!", crumpled it up, and ate it. Just swallowed it up. The whole ER staff's jaws dropped and some of them suppressed a laugh. It was ridiculous but in hindsight pretty funny. My husband said that after that they gave me enough Ativan to kill a horse.

[wiretwister]

this kinda fits during ip I had to remove my shoe laces and my shoes just flopped open and made a real noise as I walked. pretty upsetting at the time but everyone else thought it was funny as hell,, probabily looked like I just came in from living on the street ....

[aBipolarBear]

These are funny!

During my first ER visit, we were under a tornado watch. Of course, it wasn't helpful that much of my mania was weather related... or that I was drunk; so the realization of being committed never actually occurred to me. Instead, I was slowly becoming more agitated with the fact that everyone was carrying on with business as usual.

I remember ranting about how we need to be home with our families taking shelter, but with no one wanting to take my advice, I then for some reason thought it would be a wonderful idea to try and escape.

I bolted outside my room, managed to get past the security guard watching me, and run outside through an emergency exit. Just where I was going I had no idea; a few seconds later I remembered that I am, by nature, very lazy, and have absolutely no stamina. So I collapsed to the ground a few feet from the door where I made my exit; and as I did, off came my lovely hospital gown. I'm female! Lucky me!

I was carried back inside, strapped down, and injected what I believe was either Haldol or Benadryl. I don't remember.

This memory used to leave me mortified, but now I just laugh at it!