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wiredmason56 said:So, I found out my grandma's diagnosis. She had manic-depressive psychosis—basically bipolar disorder. When she lived on her own, my dad remembers her having more frequent manic episodes. Once she sold her house and moved in with us, she started slipping into depressions more often. I remember one summer, I was maybe in sixth grade, we came back from vacation at the beach, and she had been home alone. Of course, she wasn't taking her meds, so she seemed totally fine, but she pulled me aside and whispered how terrified she was because she felt like electricity was shaking the living room. 🤷Then she ended up spending a few weeks at a psychiatric facility in Portland, and everything went back to normal for a bit. She was getting monthly injections, though I'm not sure which medication it was. My mom told me she used to work as hard as a young woman when she was a nurse, but then she got sick. She’d start claiming my grandpa was a fraud and things like that, but otherwise, she was really sweet and calm whenever she was on her treatment.
Personally, none of these diagnoses—psychosis, schizophrenia, or bipolar—are particularly comforting, especially since I’ve personally dealt with all three, most recently the bipolar.
With bipolar disorder, the genetic component is significantly more pronounced than it is with schizophrenia or general psychosis. In plain terms, there is a distinct possibility that other family members are currently struggling or will eventually face similar issues. If you haven't already, you should certainly mention this history to your psychiatrist.
Looking back at my own experience, I began researching potential hereditary links immediately following my first hospitalization. Since the internet wasn't what it is today, I spent hours in various public libraries, eventually concluding that the genetic predisposition was substantial enough that my brother and sister were in serious jeopardy. They weren't just at risk; they were in grave danger, based entirely on medical records that anyone with the ability to read them could have analyzed.
Back then, however, hardly anyone took me seriously, and for lack of a better term, they mostly viewed me as someone who had lost their grip on reality.
A few years later, my sister took her own life. The note she left behind detailed the exact same symptoms I had experienced. She died at the same age I was when I was first admitted to the hospital.