<![CDATA[ Bi-Polar Disorder - A  Journal of Life - Home]]>Fri, 18 Dec 2015 17:19:00 -0800Weebly<![CDATA[Have you Ever Felt Like a Mime?]]>Mon, 18 May 2015 22:59:08 GMThttp://bipolarjournal.weebly.com/home/have-you-ever-felt-like-a-mimePicture
Do you ever feel like a mime in your own life? You try to talk, but no one is listening. It's like you're completely invisible as well as silent. Why is it so hard for our families to accept that we have this illness and that it causes us limitations in the things that we can do? 

"You don't look sick." A frequent and hateful observation, implying that we should just get off our lazy bums and go to work. But the one I really hate, the one that makes me want to scream and pull my hair out (probably because I've heard it so many times) is "Just do it."

If I could "just do it" whenever I wanted, I wouldn't have a problem, would I?

Then there's the really misinformed and frightened, or just hateful, people like my daughter's stepmother who told her she must never leave a child alone with someone who is bi-polar. So, I've seen my four year old granddaughter about 15 times since she's been born.

I'm the mime at the window trying to see in. Unheard, unseen, left out. It really is unfortunate. Over these past 15 years I've gotten very well controlled on medication. Of course, the more "normal" I look and act, the more people expect me to quit being so lazy and go to work. I'd like to see the employer that would allow me not only a lunch hour, but a 90 minute nap after. 

It still takes me 2 to 3 times longer that other people to do things. Take grocery shopping, for instance. It takes me three hours. Of course, I go to 6 stores, but they're all right around together. Don't get me started on how long it takes to do the grocery list. I should be doing it right now.