I was diagnosed with BPD I in 2007 at first my husband was right on board with me and was there for me as the medications began, more of this less of that lets try this, medication adjustment is a big part of getting the right treatment but somewhere in the midst of all of this my husband fell off the train. He changed completely I think he was expecting me to take a pill once and then I was going to be normal and we wouldn't ever see the Bipolar surface again. Then he told me that he doesn't believe Bipolar is real that its all in my head and the meds are doing nothing. Then to make matters worse April 20,2008 I found out that I'm pregnant. So off ALL the meds I have had a suicide attempt, while in the hospital the doctors spoke with my husband and I and explained to him that this real and it's going to get worse with me not on any meds, he seemed like he was back on board like something finally clicked and he got it, well we had another argument and he says this is it I'm just to much for him to handle and he can't take it no-more. I need HELP!!! I think that if there were someway I could get him to really understand and truly believe that this is real and find him some help with coping through a support group or something this could work can anybody HELP PLEASE??
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