I am bipolar 2 and feel like I am damaged goods somehow. Not because my family, friends or fiance think so or treat me as such. But because I truly believe I have been passed over for jobs, okay one job, due to my disorder. I am not paranoid. Here's the deal. I was up for a job at, get this, a psychiatric facility. I did NOT DISCLOSE my disorder but they do drug testing as part of the interview process. You have to list all the meds you take. After being interviewed twice and receiving glowing reviews I got the drug test done. A week passed and I had to call them and they told me they went with another candidate. So, I tell my sister why I think they didn't choose me and she says that if she were hiring, based on health insurance premiums for the employer alone, she would choose someone without health issues. Otherwise insuring someone like me would be too costly. I cried for a week. But under ordinary circumstances, I do not reveal my illness to anyone. I like to tell my family that those of us in treatment for mental disorders are the most sane. We are dealing with our issues.
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