He was attired in striped silk pajamas. A matching robe was laid out on an armchair. How had he gotten that heavy chair up to the roof? Ah, well, in the manic phase nothing was impossible.
If I could change some things about how I got my diagnosis …
The clinical psychologists who said I don’t like to pathologise would have stfu and referred me to a psychiatrist.
I would have taken the 6 month state psych hospital stay I was offered about 14 years ago.
The GP who tried to talk me out of a psychiatric referral a few years ago would be summarily shot.
Somebody at some point between 1996 and earlier than this year, would have suggested to me that the stuff I was seeing and hearing wasn’t normal and was probably psychosis.
There would be a lot more time and gravitas involved in telling me I’m bipolar.
I’d have been warned about the grief and identity issues.