So, basically, over the last week I have had 3 separate suggestions from people that maybe I should get checked out for bipolar. My aunt, who's a clinical psychologist, suggested it yesterday and it set me off to find out if I am or not. I did a bipolar self-test through The Black Dog Institute website (a well-regarded Aussie mental health org.) and came out with a score of 35: 22 being the suggested score to think about talking to a professional.
I spoke about it with my mum this morning, and she had apparently read up on it when my mental health issues began (I was around 14; so about 9 years ago now) and thought that I might have been. However, our public mental health service REFUSED to test me for it, and just diagnosed me with BPD.
Now, over the last couple of months, I have become more aware of the differences between my moods, and having researched the ever-loving crap out of bipolar over the last 24hrs, I'm pretty sure I am - and have been for quite some time. I'm going to make an appointment to see my GP this week, as soon as I get paid, and sort this out once and for all. If it turns out that I am bipolar, it would explain a hell of a lot - for example, I think I would now say that my recent tattoo was a result of a manic episode...
I guess I'm scared, and confused, and kind of angry that this could have been undiagnosed for years - even with my parents requesting that I be tested for more than just BPD. Has anyone else been in this situation? How did you handle it; and what do you wish you'd done differently.
I'm really glad that I married the person I did, now - his stepmum has bipolar disorder I; so he knows how to support me, and look after his own emotions at the same time.
Arghhhh, now the pleasure of waiting a week for a formal diagnosis
