There’s a bit of a problem with being an advocate for the mentally ill I’ve found in my case…
People know when they meet you that you are mentally ill.
This makes things… interesting to say the least.
I’m still totally unsure of how to deal with this. To be a little less heady than usual, it’s hard to get a date when they know up front that you’re bipolar. It’s something that you usually can just work up to… strange to have it up front.
But perhaps that’s better. Perhaps it’s better for someone to know upfront, then they can decide right then and there whether they want to pursue you or not.
I would like to date someday, but I will always be an advocate. I suppose we’ll see how this goes.