we have the funny stories thread, now the embarrassing stories thread too:

I'll start

I used to have an online journal (I still do today, but it's a lot more secure now)
I keep, as well as other things, my creative stuff on their.

1 day, on another forum, I posted 1 of my creative peaces thinking nothing of it at the time. later, I got a message on the forum from someone who had looked up the peace (and of course because it was my own, led straight to the journal) and read the entries, and knew everything about me.

it led me to close that journal and start a private one, also it led to me leaving the forum

[wildflowerchild25]

Not BP related but I was walking in the park a couple of weeks ago. I was on a paved path but wasn't paying attention and I accidentally stepped off the path. My ankle rolled and I started to trip, but I didn't fall right away. I spent like ten seconds trying to catch myself before giving up and falling flat on my face in front of about five people. This poor mom with a stroller came running over to me to make sure I was ok. I assured her I was and then noticed my knee all scraped up and bleeding. I had to walk to the tiny bathroom in the park which was about a quarter mile away dripping blood down my leg.

I haven't been back to that particular path yet lol.

[Nammu]

Way back before I knew what mania was in college I made a special dress with a headscarf had a red cedar box and velvet cloth for my tarot cards, I freaked people out giving " predictions " I was very serious about it, I believed I was connected to the cosmos. Embarrassing to think about now.

[Unrigged64072835]

I was involved with a writing course where my best impression was this: "Walking into a garden party not knowing the language, and puking over the hostess' shoes."

The leader was a famous author.

I don't try to do anything like that anymore. Especially when hypomanic.

[Standup2me]

Originally Posted by Nammu

Way back before I knew what mania was in college I made a special dress with a headscarf had a red cedar box and velvet cloth for my tarot cards, I freaked people out giving " predictions " I was very serious about it, I believed I was connected to the cosmos. Embarrassing to think about now.

Not embarrassing, maybe you really do have a connection with the tarot.
The cards speak to those who listen.
Don't brush that experience off as s joke, maybe it was a vision

[raspberrytorte]

I wish I knew where my tarot cards are.

I was watching a quiz, and the question came up:
who, in charles dicken's a christmas carol says.. baa humbug?

before I even knew what I was saying, I shouted at the screen.. why charles dickens of course!

I later kicked myself, because I always read that book and know full well it's screwdge.

I just didn't listen to the question properly. I can never live that down

1 time, when I was thirsty and I had asked someone for a drink, they gave me a bottle convincing me it was a new type of juice.

I drank the entire thing, thinking nothing of it at the time.

it wasn't until later on, someone aproached me and said, well.. we heard about you drinking piss

and i'm like, i'm gonna get him... uggg. what a horrible trick.

best blonde moment ever..

I was trying to watch my dvd copy of the 3 faces of eve.

I found it on the shelf, and put it in the player, but the movie didn't start.

I took it out, thinking it was scratched, and put it back in the case determined to order a replacement.

what I didn't realise however, was why the dvd movie wouldn't play in the first place

I had the disk in upside down

it just didn't click. at all. even when I took the disk out to look at it

once during mania, I took 50 pictures of my bare behind and posted them on facebook (all 50)

it caused quite a stir among the people in my friends list, I did eventually remove them all, but it just goes to show how mania overrides stuf.. I hate my looks, yet I still do that

so my X friend (who I used to do prank calls with) came over for dinner 1 day.

we were going to have mexican food, and i'm like.. well i've never tried mexican food, but it can't be that bad, right?. (I like spicy stuff)

while we ate, my friend supplied music, she put on a cd of chilled out music while we ate

when it was time for her to go, and she asked me to come to the door to see her off, I was nowhere to be seen.

why?

the mexican food didn't agree with me at all, and I was in the bathroom, not having a very good time of it at all.

I emerged just in time to see her off, but I was a real mess and had to get in the shower at 1 A.M

i've shared this one in the hospital stories thread, but i'll share it here:

1 time, when I was really unstable, I knocked a nurse out cold (the bad thing about this was, they were thinking about releasing me)

anyway, after knocking her out, I wondered out in to the car park and just stood their in the middle looking.. well, fearless.

even when a car started to move in my direction I wasn't scared.

then someone came out to escort me back to the ward, and he got what for too. he didn't get knocked out, but he got a few punches and scratches to the face.

it took a few members of security staff to drag me back to the ward kicking and screaming.

and to think I was about to be sent home.. ugg.

[Goals2017]

Originally Posted by shattered sanity

i've shared this one in the hospital stories thread, but i'll share it here:

1 time, when I was really unstable, I knocked a nurse out cold (the bad thing about this was, they were thinking about releasing me)

anyway, after knocking her out, I wondered out in to the car park and just stood their in the middle looking.. well, fearless.

even when a car started to move in my direction I wasn't scared.

then someone came out to escort me back to the ward, and he got what for too. he didn't get knocked out, but he got a few punches and scratches to the face.

it took a few members of security staff to drag me back to the ward kicking and screaming.

and to think I was about to be sent home.. ugg.

Where is that thread at I must read them lol

[JanusunaJ]

I was 26 years old. And it definitely stems from a BP experience!

I was experiencing recurring bouts of severe depression. I also happened to be in a significant-to-me relationship. My GF broke up with me during a particularly awful bout of depression. I had a complete psychological collapse. Took some sleeping pills. Found myself in a drug induced state of what seemed to be mania with possible psychosis. I wrote a plethora of very bizarre, very incoherent, and seemingly apoplectic emails regarding my psyche and sent them to my ex. She forwarded them to two of my closest friends. I'd known those friends for close to a decade. Including them, I'd pretty much not told any of my friends about my mental illness despite knowing them for such a long time. No one knew outside of my family.

It was an absolutely embarrassing moment for me for my friends to not only see the gibberish that I'd written, but for the to then find out I was mentally ill.

Embarrassing!

[Standup2me]

Originally Posted by raspberrytorte

I wish I knew where my tarot cards are.

I keep my tarot and oracle cards beside my bed, that way if I get "that" feeling I can do a reading right away.
I know we all have our beliefs and some believe and some don't, but I do
They've been a very strong messenger for me

[halus1]

When I was on a huge manic episode about 6 years ago I bought a car on ebay. I was in Paris and it was in Newcastle in the north of England. I flew over and picked it up, never checked anything or had the registration changed and spent the next week or so driving it around. Then I drove it frantically down to London where I left it in a rented parking spot. When I got back home to Australia I couldn't even afford to pay the guy that owned the parking spot anymore plus I had lost any papers I had for the car. He had to just sell it for what he could get for it. I was so embarassed even just sending him an email telling him why I did that.