Misplaced Pride

According to the readout on my car, it's now 101 degrees. In May! I'm so shocked and horrified. I have an aversion to summer because of my five long years spent in 105 degrees every day in Rivercide with a smog factor besides. This is just a brief abhorrent period of heat but still, not good.

Sophie and I went to the store to buy random things off the shelves. I'm in an expensive mood and should not be allowed anywhere near any kind of store.

I was reading all these people debating whether or not to come out bipolar at work. Like they're proud of it or something, as if they were gay or lesbian. Bipolar is a disease! Why would you want to tell everyone you have a disease? Especially when they might treat you differently because of it. I say treat it like you would ovarian cysts or something. No one needs to know.

I'm not proud of being bipolar/borderline/with an anxiety disorder. In fact I'd like to not be.

Comments

[Jennifer]

Well, the only reason I can see for coming out about anything medical is if you find yourself HAVING (by which I mean, you're forced to) to tell. Otherwise, I wouldn't.

[Ms. Jane]

When I started taking my happy pills I was v. open about it because I wanted to take away the stigma of taking happy pills. However, that was in the mid 90's...

Anyway, I'd keep it to myself if I were you. You're already going to wonder why people treat you in a certain way, and may as well not have to wonder if they're treating you the way they are (which is however they're going to treat you, I'm just saying it's your nature to ponder such things) because you're bipolar.