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<blockquote data-quote="Sue C" data-source="post: 19302" data-attributes="member: 87"><p>Hi Kris,</p><p></p><p>husband and I have been thinking bipolar for awhile now, but we could not get her to go see a psychiatrist. And now that she is out of college, she is no longer on my insurance. And I doubt any job she finds will offer insurance.</p><p></p><p>You should have seen last night. It was awful. husband, she and I went out to eat at our favorite small Italian restaurant in town where they know us well. Melissa said she wanted a sub and to give her the car keys. husband said no. She kept saying give me the f*ing car keys. husband said no. She said she would walk over to the sub place (less than 1/2 mile) and eat there and we could pick her up. husband hands her money. She stuffs it into her pocket and says I'm not hungry; now I have gas money. So she sat there and would not even order a soda.</p><p></p><p>Then she kept tapping her cell phone on the table. tap--flip it over--tap--flip it over--tap--flip it over. The lady and the man at the next table kept giving her a sideways glance. I told husband to take the phone away. He grabbed it and she said give me my f*ing phone. He tossed it at her. It was an awful dinner. husband and I just ate in silence while she kept saying stupid things. We should have left, but I was afraid she might yell something out loud (even though she's never done this in public), and we'd be so embarrassed 'cuz like I said, we're regulars at this restaurant. (in hindsight, we should have said that we needed the dinners to go)</p><p></p><p>We got in the car, and I told her she had a mental health problem and needed help. She said "why are you talking so mean to me? That is a mean thing to say." And then she jumps from subject to subject like how I shouldn't have made her send a thank you note to her interviewer and that why did I say I read it in a book when the only book that is true is the Bible and how she was going to move Up North by her friend Tiff 'cuz there were lots of jobs up there (tiny town--no jobs--Tiff's husband bags groceries). We got home and she went into her bedroom and threw some things away (like a cute Tinkerbell picture frame) and told me not to take them out of the garbage. Whatever.</p><p></p><p>So...what can we do to get her help if she is bipolar and refuses to go for help???</p><p></p><p>Sue</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Sue C, post: 19302, member: 87"] Hi Kris, husband and I have been thinking bipolar for awhile now, but we could not get her to go see a psychiatrist. And now that she is out of college, she is no longer on my insurance. And I doubt any job she finds will offer insurance. You should have seen last night. It was awful. husband, she and I went out to eat at our favorite small Italian restaurant in town where they know us well. Melissa said she wanted a sub and to give her the car keys. husband said no. She kept saying give me the f*ing car keys. husband said no. She said she would walk over to the sub place (less than 1/2 mile) and eat there and we could pick her up. husband hands her money. She stuffs it into her pocket and says I'm not hungry; now I have gas money. So she sat there and would not even order a soda. Then she kept tapping her cell phone on the table. tap--flip it over--tap--flip it over--tap--flip it over. The lady and the man at the next table kept giving her a sideways glance. I told husband to take the phone away. He grabbed it and she said give me my f*ing phone. He tossed it at her. It was an awful dinner. husband and I just ate in silence while she kept saying stupid things. We should have left, but I was afraid she might yell something out loud (even though she's never done this in public), and we'd be so embarrassed 'cuz like I said, we're regulars at this restaurant. (in hindsight, we should have said that we needed the dinners to go) We got in the car, and I told her she had a mental health problem and needed help. She said "why are you talking so mean to me? That is a mean thing to say." And then she jumps from subject to subject like how I shouldn't have made her send a thank you note to her interviewer and that why did I say I read it in a book when the only book that is true is the Bible and how she was going to move Up North by her friend Tiff 'cuz there were lots of jobs up there (tiny town--no jobs--Tiff's husband bags groceries). We got home and she went into her bedroom and threw some things away (like a cute Tinkerbell picture frame) and told me not to take them out of the garbage. Whatever. So...what can we do to get her help if she is bipolar and refuses to go for help??? Sue [/QUOTE]
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