I’ve read some horror stories about getting into serious relationships with people who’re bipolar / manically depressed…but in many of said stories the two people involved had little to nothing in common, and were also a lot older, like in their 30’s. I’m 17.
I’ve been dating this kid for like a month, and I know this will make you roll your eyes, but i really do love him. we’ve got a lot in common and he seems to acctually care about me, and respect me and stuff, and he dosen’t treat me like crap, unlike every other boy i’ve ever been involved with. Anyway, we had gone on some dates and before we were even dating, he said he loved me. At the time I was in teenage girl fantasy mindset and thought this is simply darling, but now i know that wasn’t the case. he had vaguely told me about his issues but only now do i know forsure, after looking up what exactly the medication i see in his room is prescribed for. anyway, his intense infatuation was totally the begining of an ‘episode’. like, not even a week after we started dating and he told me he loved me, was in love with me, and started talking about forever and always and whatnot did he get unbearably sad, like, brink of suicide sad, stopped eating, and said that i was pretty much the only thing keeping him alive…which was a hell of alot of weight on my shoulders after just three days of being in my first relationship that was more than just hooking up. Since then there’ve been some normal, neutral times (when he actualy takes his medication), some high-highs (sometimes he makes me feel like an absolute queen, and other times it’s borderline creepy how much he goes on about loving me), and some low lows (the suicide threats, the neediness, the clingyness, the control freak nature, the screaming and yelling at me, the absense of trust in me). For some reason though, I sitll love him. A whole lot. Like, I’m willing to stick this hard stuff out with him, ’cause he’s really a great guy, and he can’t help being semi sort of crazy. He’s definatley brought me down withhim before, brought me to tears and whatnot, but my number one intent is always to help get him back up, despite the hurt he has nooo idea that he’s causing to me.
Any advice on how to deal, coping tactics, that’d be muuuch appreciated. I’m nice as i possibly can be to him, like I’ve figured out ‘the right things to say’, but processing and dealing with all of the drama is proving to be a little difficult as we grow closer and more episodes of mania/ depression occur. yeah.
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