Who YOU Callin’ Crazy??!

Ran into an interesting, if rather disturbing scenario at work today. My relative happens to be in the same nursing facility where I’m employed, rehabbing after an accident at home, and she has this roommate who is one of the most loud, sloppy, demanding, and opinionated people I’ve ever met. I mean, she’s got an opinion on EVERYTHING, and if you don’t believe it, just ask her how she likes the weather, what she thinks about Baltimore’s chances of winning the Super Bowl again this year, or when she believes the Zombie Apocalypse will happen.

Today after I was off duty, I went down the hall to say good-bye to my relative and ran smack into an animated discussion between the roommate and the medication aide about her cousin with—of all things—bipolar disorder. Turns out the med aide has a teenager with the condition as well, and the venting continued for some time after I entered the room.

“I tell you, this chick is CRAZY,” Roomie was going on. “She doesn’t take her meds, she drives like a complete idiot, and you just never know when she’s going to go off—why, one time she even threw a phone book at me!”

It was on the tip of my tongue to reply that if I was related to her I’d probably do more than throw a phone book, but as this is considered bad form, I kept my mouth shut. In the meantime my relative was looking at me intently, just waiting for me to put in my fifty cents’ worth because a) I rarely waste an opportunity to educate people on mental illness, and b) I’m currently hypomanic and don’t really give a crap if I get a little out of line. But somehow, this didn’t seem to be the time or place and I managed to hold my tongue.

The med aide, for her part, maintained a modicum of class as she talked about the difficulties she was having with her son, who apparently inherited BP from his father—her ex—and is resistant to taking his medications. But Roomie kept ranting on about her crazy cousin and the offenses she’s committed during her “maniac” phases (Lord, give me strength!) and it occurred to me that some people are not only ignorant of mental health issues, they’re downright STUPID…..and you can’t fix stupid even if you were to throw the whole damn DSM-V at them.

This is one of those things that a lot of folks without a mental illness never think about when they say hurtful things about us “crazy people”. That woman will never know that she was talking shit in front of an actual bipolar person, because I didn’t behave in the stereotypical manner she would’ve expected. Oh yeah, I could’ve told her a few things, but I also would’ve wound up out of work (again) and I don’t WANT to wind up out of work again. Losing my last job to bipolar was bad enough.

And that’s the truth……from the nice nurse who works down the hall.

Published by bpnurse

I'm a retired registered nurse and writer who also happens to be street-rat crazy, if the DSM-IV.....oops, 5---is to be believed. I was diagnosed with bipolar I disorder at the age of 55, and am still sorting through the ashes of the flaming garbage pile that my life had become. Here, I'll share the lumps and bumps of a late-life journey toward sanity.... along with some rants, gripes, sour grapes and good old-fashioned whining from time to time. It's not easy being bipolar in a unipolar world; let's figure it out together.

2 thoughts on “Who YOU Callin’ Crazy??!

  1. I see your side of it being bipolar, but still knowing my ex sister-in-law who has a dx of BP (although she’s gotta be something else because she’s a whole new level of CRAZY) I gotta say if this lady’s cousin was anything like “Sissy” than I can empathize. Sine wife and I are raising Sissy’s child, as she’s so bad DHS has informed her any children she has will be taken away immediately, recall the event that got it so we could deny her visitation? When she was on her 3rd boyfriend of the year and he was the 2nd one who was a sexy offender and she tried to bring him to visitation? Wife told her he couldn’t be there and Sissy said she’s not dating those guys anymore. When we did the background check on him and found out he was one of those guys I called to tell her and she said, “I know but I’m helping him, so I didn’t think it was a bug deal!”
    She was also going to take us to court every week.
    Gotta say you endanger the child who has quickly become my daughter and you’re CRAZY if you don’t think I’m doing something about it. 😉


    1. That’s you, being a GOOD daddy!!

      I’m so sorry that you have so much MI in your family. Mine had its share, and still does, but I’m the only real, live, “certifiable” crazy person around here. Sometimes I feel really alone in this—my husband’s normal, most of our kids are normal, and there’s only one other diagnosed bipolar, my cousin who lives in KY. Older son is too, but is in total denial and won’t get help. But compared with what you and your wife have to deal with, my situation’s a piece of cake.


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