I see in the last comments I've got another request to be some sort of torch bearer for bipolar. Me a "leader"?... err... only of a small anarchist cell to overthrow leaders methinks... "find people in need"... oh gawd... do we need to... there seems to be no shortage of miserable folks on the world wide net. Teetering terabytes packed with blogs of unhappy people longing for a formal diagnosis. Oh I know I'm being a cunt but I feel like shit today and the last thing I needed was to be invited to another group. Groups just aren't my bag baby. Never have been, never will. I have never felt a sense of belonging or affiliation to anything be it a football team or even a country. And like the late and incredibly brave Kirsty MacColl I have no desire to change the world...
I spent 26 years in health care, I don't ever want to go back to it. I gave it 100%, I have no more to give. My days of supporting other folks are done. Finito!
My blog is primarily a personal record for me as my memory has been terrible since they fried my brain. Also, my sense of time is very poor. I can't remember if something happened two months or two years ago. So the blog is basically just my diary and I can easily search it for stuff using the search box.
I also enjoy making the pictures and generally showing off, I always have done.
Finally... and this really is at the bottom of the priority list... I thought it might interest some people to read about my experience as someone with this disorder. In particular, what it is like to see a psychiatrist. I always used to wonder about how they questioned, probed, analysed and therapized you. My experience has not been like this at all. With the exception of my very first appointment where the doc spent an hour gathering background history (which I lied about), the shrinks only asks practical stuff like have you been going out? Instead of spending the day doing nothing is there anything you would like to do? Exactly the same stuff as an ordinary person would, the only big difference is that the shrink also prescribes pills.
Also, my experience is different from other peoples, I don't live in a city, I don't have a crisis team or a day centre. Maybe some day this will be useful to one reader.
I've read a lot of blogs/articles where people write that "THIS IS WHAT ECT IS LIKE", "THIS IS WHAT OLANZAPINE DOES" and they declaim like religious zealots that these are the facts. In the real world however, everyone's experience is different and my experiences provide the reader with just one more viewpoint to add to the many. From all of these they can draw their own conclusions.