I have been stable for around 7 years. In my period of stability I passed the bar exam, got a job as an attorney, was promoted to partner in 6 months, and became 40% owner of the law firm that bears my name.
I was the best attorney in the firm. I made the most money, had the happiest clients, and the best reputation.
I thought my business partner was my best friend. We went to lunch together twice a week. Stayed at each others homes, and were more than colleagues, we talked about a lot of personal stuff.
Rounding the corner of my fourth year as an attorney and second year as owner of the firm, and four years of friendship with my partner, I let my guard down. My partner had known I had the bipolar diagnosis from the beginning, he necessarily became aware of it from court records. However, I guess I let me guard down and started mentioning it more.
WELL - now that I had some experience I was voicing my opinions more and kissing my partners ass less. I was overworked and stressed and had many physical health problems and two surgeries in 6 months.
After working with an emotional abuse life coach, while I was frustrated with my partner in a situation, I stood my ground and didn't kiss his ass to smooth things over. WELL - THAT LED HIM TO BELIEVE I WAS MENTALLY UNWELL DUE TO MY BIPOLAR. I was showing absolutely zero signs of mania and having zero issues with clients or employees. But that didn't stop him from deciding I was so unwell he cut my access to my computer.
Because of what I have been through in the past, the accusation and losing access to my computer - and thus my identity as an attorney - triggered a HORRIFIC CASCADE of PTSD. The month of February is a complete blur, most of March, too. I was not manic, but I was incapacitated by my mental health crisis. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before.
My family and friends couldn't believe my partner was at fault soin the beginning I had to try to separately prove my sanity to all my family and close friends and received zero support. Eventually I told everyone to F off, packed my car and took my dog on an aimless road trip to my favorite place 1000 miles away. The PTSD made me reactive and I told A LOT of people to F off but the trip was good for me.
At times, I have been the closest to suicidal I have ever been. I would never do it because I have pets I love that need me but it was definitely the closest I have ever been.
It is so hard for me to find the right lawyer, and I am still looking, but it seems I don't really have rights as an employee because I was part owner of the firm, but I don't have rights as a partner because I am the minority partner.
As I have been pulling out of my crisis, I have made new friends and been honest with a lot of people. My next goal is to become a public figure, starting as an author, to speak out on this MEDICAL problem we have that leads us to be treated as less than human.
I may be reaching out to the group here for input and I am interested in how others' experiences have been the same or different than mine. My goal is to be a social justice leader so that we do not have to tell each other in our private groups to KEEP YOUR DIAGNOSIS A SECRET AT ALL COSTS. But for now, that is my cautionary tale.
*LL