Bipolar Disorder Support Group
Bipolar disorder is not just a single disorder, but a category of mood disorders marked by periods of abnormally high energy and euphoria, often accompanied by bouts of clinical depression. This is the place to talk about your experience with bipolar disorder, learn from others' experiences, and find support.
First of all, I know that being 28 means I am still in my youth so :p
When I was a teen back in high school, I somehow convinced my mother (also bipolar) to let me ride ON our vehicle instead of in it!! We had a van and I would jump on the hood, hold on, and tell her, "Let's GOOOO!" and she would take off up our driveway that was about 1/8 of a mile long. Our gravel driveway. This actually happened several times for a couple of weeks in my invincible youth. It was fun until I told her she was not going fast enough! She accelerated faster and I had actually had no problem holding on....until she turned without slowing down and launched me through the air. I only remember my grip slipping and me flying (I enjoyed flying, lol) but then I woke up in bed. My small, skinny mother apparently used her mega-mom adrenaline strength to pick my 160-170lb body and haul me inside and threw me on my bed. When I woke up the first thing she said was, "Are you alright?! Don't tell your father!" And I actually told her I wanted to try again but that she shouldn't turn so fast....while I was still in bed barely able to move. My father still doesn't know.
Several of my "I am invincible" stories end with pain and sometimes getting knocked unconsciousness. HAHA! The sad part? I sometimes think that I can still do those things and be alright as long as I do it "right"
TL;DR - My mom threw me off a van and knocked me out!!
When I was a teen back in high school, I somehow convinced my mother (also bipolar) to let me ride ON our vehicle instead of in it!! We had a van and I would jump on the hood, hold on, and tell her, "Let's GOOOO!" and she would take off up our driveway that was about 1/8 of a mile long. Our gravel driveway. This actually happened several times for a couple of weeks in my invincible youth. It was fun until I told her she was not going fast enough! She accelerated faster and I had actually had no problem holding on....until she turned without slowing down and launched me through the air. I only remember my grip slipping and me flying (I enjoyed flying, lol) but then I woke up in bed. My small, skinny mother apparently used her mega-mom adrenaline strength to pick my 160-170lb body and haul me inside and threw me on my bed. When I woke up the first thing she said was, "Are you alright?! Don't tell your father!" And I actually told her I wanted to try again but that she shouldn't turn so fast....while I was still in bed barely able to move. My father still doesn't know.
Several of my "I am invincible" stories end with pain and sometimes getting knocked unconsciousness. HAHA! The sad part? I sometimes think that I can still do those things and be alright as long as I do it "right"
TL;DR - My mom threw me off a van and knocked me out!!
I remember in college we used to run down the street ( we all lived on) with a bull statue. It started out one night when the neighbor decided after a full day of drinking to take off all his clothes and run down half of the street. This street had phenomenal parties and people hung around out on their rooftops...so this was quite a show for them. Anyways this evolved into an every Friday and Saturday night spectacle...people wore underwear or no underwear :) And we had sometimes up to 12+ people going at once. One time we decided to pile into an old 70's Malibu (in the 90's) and drive into campus to run thru the Quad and we did without getting caught!!!! That was a thrill. Then the most memorable time we decided to go all the way down our street to where it met with a very busy street where a Liquor store sat. We did just that when out of nowhere as we were returning home we saw flashing red lights coming from behind. We never ran so fast in our lives. I can't believe it but we actually all made it to 3 individual houses SAFE! The police went down to the neighbors and the my neighbor opened his door with the smell of sweet maryjane floating thru the door and his shirt on backwards..he said 'No I don't know what your talking about I know nothing of anyone going down the street naked". We laughed so hard we nearly peed our pants.
DD, that most definitely counts! I will never look at those racquetball courts the same way. hahaha. AND there is nothing wrong with that! Your reputation is not tarnished. :)
Mayismerry, that sounds like a party indeed! Answering the door in that fashion EVEN MORE AWESOME