Worst thing you did in manic episode?

Sorry for the double posts

Fortunately never cheated despite my husband not being able to keep up with my sex drive, I'm lucky that my friends have stood by me through it all and totally understood when I've been bat**** or angry or strung out.

Worst thing I've done though? Came up with a plan to save the world, did loads of maths and what I called intuitive physics, stayed up for literally days building things with stuff I'd bought off eBay - non functioning motherboards I thought I could fix, electromagnets, sheets of metal. This is all sitting in my garage now, gathering dust. Nearly bankrupted myself doing it, nearly lost my husband doing it, nearly ended up killing myself (not because I was suicidal but because it was the most logical thing to do in my state of mind at the time).

I had unprotected sex with a stranger in the back of his truck. (Prediagnosis). Probably more but I'll have to think of them.

Sleeping with a stranger I met on the internet, drinking and driving and shoplifting. Thank goodness my meds keeps me sane now.

Seems like we were on the same track. I met my stranger on the internet, too.

That begs the question.. are you each other's strangers?

LOL. Now THAT would be funny.

Not disclosing the worse. I did once tell a stranger in a bar that he needed to go home right that minute or he would die. ( I was "reading" people's auras. ) scared him but I seriously thought I was saving him.

wrong place...where is my mind??

I got naked, covered myself with chocolate syrup and walked into a diet center.

Really? Lol. I am curious... sometimes when we do something "out there", we have an internal logic about it -- saving the world, enlightening people etc. Did you have any reasoning or was it more a hijinx thing where you just thought it'd be funny with no "gatekeeper" to talk you out if it?

Hope this isn't a rude question. I'm genuinely intrigued.

P.s. Did you walk or drive there?

Actually I don't think I really did this but it was during part of my life when everything was a blur of BP and severe alcohol consumption, but I do have a vague memory of doing something like it. Whatever i did I ended up in jail (again).
Whatever I did would have probably been based on a dare.

LOL. You ended up in jail? Must have been hilarious.

It was a mixed type of mania. I emotionally hurt my ex-girlfreind very much twenty-five years ago. It took her a long time to recover after we broke up. I have never forgiven myself for this.

Whilst on a manic mission back in October I gave away a $13000 car to an absolute stranger. [I thought some bad *** people were after me.]

All efforts to retrieve the car proved unsuccessful.

Impersonated an attorney in the Court Clerk's office, while helping my friend (whose children were truly in danger) file an emergency request to see a judge.
The judge was in session and we had the request sent in to the judge.

The Court Clerk kept asking me questions, yet I stayed one step ahead of her by asking my own questions. She never had her questions answered. She agreed to bring the matter to the judge. (She was trying to figure out if I was a new attorney in town or one from a different area.)

I was "dressed" for court and "ready to do whatever I had to do" to help my friend and her children, they were in serious danger from her ex and she had been court-ordered to hand the children over to him for the weekend. We were seeking help in keeping the children safe ( and also wanted to document the danger and document a request for court assistance due to the danger).

She could then do whatever she had to do, as her emergency request for help was "on file" at the court house .

What was I thinking?
I have no idea how I did this. I was lucky I was never caught or charged for impersonating an attorney.
Shocked myself. My pdoc thought it was funny.


WC

Gosh hard to say. I'm caught between somehow spending $900 on a haircut, and trying to jump on top of a moving car because I thought it would be "so cool" (i was luckily with people that ran after me and held me back)

Worst thing I've done while mixed was almost cheat on my husband. I had this idea in my head that everything would be better if we were polyamorous. Looking back at that whole situation now it's kind of hazy and seems unreal. Almost like a story. So grateful that he is still with me. Before I was married I think hyper sexuality def got the better of me and I'm not proud of it. I actually met my husband during that episode.

This is a funny thread (sorry, maybe I shouldn't laugh but am).

The worst was my attempt exactly 2 years ago but I have done many other things that might have been mania. Like in high school, when, after working a nine hour Saturday evening shift bussing tables at a Steak and Bar Restaurant (with live country music)--took the dishwashers (two guys my age) four wheeling at 2:00 AM. We were in the middle of the forest on a treacherous trail that I was unfamiliar with. Was flying over bumps (I had a fantastic 4 wheel drive vehicle that I drove fearlessly and loved the adrenaline that came from driving fast) and landed smack into a tree. Totalled the vehicle yet my patient way to understanding father continued to let me drive family vehicles to work, school, etc.

lol... I'm glad I'm not the only one. But like dshantel I felt that in order to save my relationship with my wife we needed to be polyamorous. I went behind my wife's back and joined a bunch of polyamorous websites and even found another married couple to be "involved" with that was about a 45 min drive away. I attempted to convince my wife to join in with me and almost had her considering it before I got bored with the other couple and moved on to my next idea of being obsessed with shadow people and their plot to take over the world, obviously I was going to be the person that took them down... lol. Needless to say, the wife took me into the pdoc right away and everything was fine.

Not so bad as this but in a similar vein. I had gone shopping at a downtown department store that was having one of their 90% off clothing sales. Cause back then I was size 2 there was lots of stuff left I could fit. One of the things I bought was a very expensive off white linen suit with a deep dusky rose button down shirt. ( it was the 80's--very short skirts for females with odd pastel colors) so anyway I was clip clopping along in the business district and noticed a sign for help wanted. ( I know nothing about working in offices, I can't even type) not sure what the name of the position but I decided it would be fun to have a higher paying job and went in. Completely ******** my way though the interview and was hired on the spot! Never showed up for the work and pretty sure most of the reason I was hired had to do with the suit and my open flirting.

Omg. I'm not the only person who "went polyamorous" when manic? What a relief. Somehow this makes me feel so much better. You sound like my twin! I even wrote up a careful list of tenets, "Terms for Polyamorous Peace." Only problem was that I immediately started breaking those rules, but didn't care. My poor husband. No one could convince me I was being irrational, hurtful, and dishonest. It wasn't until literally a few days ago that I realized the guy I was in with--whom both my husband and I knew--was a narcissist and that he was truly enjoying how much the relationship he and I were in was torturing my husband.

That part of the whole mania--hurting my husband--is the worst thing I've ever done. Not the polyamorous part. I think polyamory is fine if done right.

I always get arrested. It is super stupid.

Opened 2 credit cards AND overdrafted my bank account by ~300 on top of the couple hundred I already had, texted both of my male friends sexually charged messages and making them both uncomfortable, getting blackout drunk multiple times a week, staying up late to go driving down nearby country roads and blast music...basically my biggest hypomanic episode.

The worst is the financial impulsivity. Seriously. I've dug myself into a hell of a hole.

Omg! LacunaCoiler and intentonhealing, your stories could be mine as well. It's crazy how when You're in an episode that your mind really believes it. Usually if my husband tries to tell me he thinks I'm in a phase (that's his word for episode) I tell him I'm not because I truly believe whatever my mind is telling me at the moment. But yes worst thing was hurting my husband because my head is all jacked up.