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I'm almost positive I dated one about 4 months ago, it was scary...
Has anyone here had to deal with bipolar disorder, themselves or someone in their families? I am currently doing personal research on the subject. Thanks
I'm almost positive I dated one about 4 months ago, it was scary...
Not laughing at the situation or condition, just K's reply.
Did you meet him on this board?
No I sure didn't. His parents live two doors down from my house, so unfortunately he still knows where I live.
After I broke up with him he became a stalker...
Stalking is obsessive behavior, not bipolar. A bipolar would stalk you one day, and not return your calls the next.
anyone had to deal with someone who is hypomania?
someone that is happy but quickly becomes irritable, angry and hostile. Or that is inflated...thinking of him or herself as someone with great powers.
For example...some people may think they are God or God-like.
Yes. When I was in graduate school, my apartmentmate suffered from Bipolar and a variety of other mental conditions. I didn't know it before I moved in. In fact, since I lived in another region of the country before going back to school, I didn't get to meet him until I moved in.
He was a really strange guy (that doesn't really have anything to do with the Bipolar...or maybe it does). He would expect me to do weird things around the house, like make sure I stacked the dishes in the little drying pan a certain way. I didn't interact with him much at all because I was at school and didn't have much of a desire to.
In mid-November, he went home for a weekend. He didn't return for a couple of weeks, so I e-mailed him to see what was up. He said that he would be back sometime, but Christmas break came and went and didn't see him.
My fiance was visiting me when my roommate returned. It was January 2nd, 2004, the day after we had gotten engaged. He asked if I wanted to go to church and I told him no (I never went, so I don't know why he kept asking) and my fiance said hi to him as she passed him on the way to the shower.
What happened next is the freaky part. I hear this sound that can only be described as a roar. I'm thinking that he burned himself on the stove or something, but that wasn't the case. The roar grew into a loud scream and he came out in the hallway and started jumping up and down stating that he needed help and that he was going to die. He instructed me to call his parents, but I couldn't understand him enough to get the phone number from him. By this point he had taken his clothes off (except for his underwear, thank god). He kept yelling that he was dying. Naturally, I called 911 and told them what was up.
I was scared he was going to beat the crap out of me. The 911 operator told me to stay where I was, and my roommate went down the stairs and out of the apartment. My fiance followed him after a minute or two, but we lost track of him at that point.
I didn't witness the next part, but this is how the story goes as far as I know. When my roommate got downstairs, he started beating on the guy who lived below us and telling him to give him a ride to the hospital. The guy freaked out but obliged. On the way to the hospital, there were some very interesting revelations involving sexuality and the like while my roommate was freaking out, but I won't go into that.
The guy who lived downstairs stopped at a stop sign close to the hospital and my roommate jumped out of the car and started running as fast as he could down the street in his underwear. The police eventually tracked him down. Five police officers chased him on foot, finally caught up with him, and tackled him to the ground.
I called his dad to tell him what was up and his dad said that he repeatedly tried to call because my roommate was acting very strange when he left their house that morning. They tried to get him to stay home that morning but he wouldn't. My roommate's father had actually talked to my roommate on the phone about five minutes before this all went down, but I guess his dad was satisfied that everything was O.K. at that time.
Back to the story...
The police people strapped him to some sort of board and brought him to the hospital. He spent the next week in the mental hospital, but when he got out, he came right back to the apartment. His doctors experimented with a variety of different drugs, and he was an absolute freak show for about two weeks. I avoided him at all costs. He had some relapses, but nothing even remotely close to what had happened previously.
He hardly slept at all, and that contributed to his problems. He would go entire nights without sleeping. It wasn't good.
He slowly improved, but I was pretty scared of what would happen if he relapsed in the middle of the night. I locked my bedroom door at night and slept with a hatched next to my air mattress. To avoid contact with him, I actually peed in widemouth bottles for a while so I wouldn't have to leave my room. I considered moving out, but I didn't have very much money and I didn't really have anywhere to go. I also didn't have a car.
He wasn't a bad guy, but he made my grad school experience difficult. It would have been a much more positive experience if I hadn't lived with him, but I got through it. I was the happiest guy on earth on the day of my move. Neither of us have attempted to contact each other since I left. I know he couldn't help the mental issues, but his extreme pickiness with tiny things made him difficult to live with.
Ah, the memories.
for those who don't know what bipolar is...
First bipolar disorder is a mood disorder this is the new name to an illness that has been around for a long time and called many other things.
Sometimes bipolar is called manic depressive illness or manic depression.
Some people say bipolar is a thought disorder or mood disorder because it affects people's thoughts and moods.
The reason why it's called bipolar today is because with bipolar there are two parts-mania which are when a person is up and the depressed side.
The bottom line is that bipolar is a serious mental health illness.
My mother and I are both bipolar, not a fun disorder. Zanex though cures it all.
I know that. That's not why I think he's bipolar. He changed moods in a second, he even told me took mood stabilizers. One instance: we were playing tennis, he'd miss a ball and start beating his racket into a pole over and over, and he completely wrecked the thing to where you couldn't play with it cuz it was bent in half.
That right there most definitely describes him...
Damn girl, did you make eyes roll back, his toes curl forward, his............
Brodels, that is some of the most f'd up things I have ever heard happen to someone.
I'm bi-polar.
i've gone medication free for 5 years. ()
but my hubby has the name and # of a quick scrip writing phsycologist if I start getting really imbalanced.
"Has anyone here had to deal with bipolar disorder?"
Yes and No.
hey wifey, are you talking about anyone inparticular?
you don't have to come on this board and let everyone know i'm crazy...they already know.
and I WAS suffering from bipolar. Thus the need for my medicine, aka the marriage u wanna...err...marijuana.
but i've been off of that since August 25th.
i have a solid foundation now. one i never even knew i had.
one that we all have.
so, your worries are a dollar short and a day late wifey.
but thanks for the concern.
and i'm nobody special, even in my own mind...i'm just sac...a man learning to walk the line while leaning to the right.
Sounds like my ex-girlfriend, but I thought her moods was based on the visitor she gets every month.
i hear you man, i think all of us do.
I know a guy who is Bipolar and one of my mom's ex-friends I guess you can say is Bipolar.
ing crazy people.
Serious question.
Why do you think most people thnk being bipolar is bad or negative?
Because it's a dangerous thing if the person's not medicated.
The guy I was dating would fly off the handle, start throwing and what not because he burned the toast...
what people don't understand is THAT WE ARE ALL BIPOLAR.
the cases that you guys are talking about are the extreme ones.
the ones where people lose control.
have you ever lost control?
broken something?
thrown something?
yelled in a way you shouldn't have yelled?
said something you shouldn't have said?
of course you have. we all have.
but the ones that are extreme cases DO need help.
i beat it. granted, my case was never extreme.
and i learned from past mistakes.
but i did beat it.
so can we all...
yeah, I still haven't had the guts to tell my mom that the front window didn't really just suddenly crack 20 yrs ago.
I think the flyin' remote did it!
Bipolar disorder is a medical condition, not an addiction. You can't "beat" it dude. You can only control it and the only way to do that is with medication. See what you don't understand, because you are bipolar, is that you actually think you don't need medication and are just fine. That's what makes you dangerous.what people don't understand is THAT WE ARE ALL BIPOLAR.
the cases that you guys are talking about are the extreme ones.
the ones where people lose control.
have you ever lost control?
broken something?
thrown something?
yelled in a way you shouldn't have yelled?
said something you shouldn't have said?
of course you have. we all have.
but the ones that are extreme cases DO need help.
i beat it. granted, my case was never extreme.
and i learned from past mistakes.
but i did beat it.
so can we all...
I know someone like that. They take their meds, feel better, then stop taking them because they think they "beat" it. Well, then they start walking around telling everyone to walk out in the rain because it will cleanse them of their sins and make them Christians.....
Don't fool yourself.
Last edited by pseudofan; 11-20-2005 at 12:35 AM.
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