I am very touched by all the stories that I have read. I also deal with bi-polar every day. After ten years of marriage my husband was finally diagnosed with bi-polar II and manic depression. We had four children within this time and needless to say it was very difficult. It was me trying to keep the kids from making to much noise, not leaving anything on the floor or even walking to loudly. He would break anything he could get his hands on (he never touched me or the kids) yell terrible things to me and if I couldn't get the kids out in time to them also. I would NEVER leave the kids alone with him. But at times he was the most fun loving and exciting person to be around. I didn't know if he was going to last through a family activity or snap.  
 
You who have not dealt with this may think that I am exaggerating. I am however, leaving so much out. My oldest son was nine when he was finally diagnosed (incorrectly as depression). We went through two years of changing medications almost every month and me telling the Dr's that it is not working. 
 
My son who I've known had some sever emotional problems since he was three was finally diagnosed with Bi-polar II, ADHD, ODD and OCD when he was 9. Because of this we were referred to yet again another Dr for my husband. This time it did work out. He was diagnosed and I sure wish I could say "And we all lived happily ever after."  
 
My husband is currently on short term disability from work and I have had to go to extremes to get help from the school for my son. I had to call and did an extreme letter writing campaign to all the Senators, Representatives and the school board members to have him placed into a special class for emotionally disturbed children. A class room of eight kids for an entire school district of thousands of kids. (How ridiculous is that!!!!) 
 
My oldest son has said to me "that our family is alot happier without his brother". As a mother I love all my kids and it tears my heart out to say that it is true. Our house is a destruction zone because of both my husband and my son. I had to put him in his own room because he would wake up in the middle of the night and beat up his younger brother. I have to have my oldest (who is mature beyond his years because of this) take the other two children out for hours because "J" would rage on for hours breaking everything. We have had to pay for windows in every house up and down the neighborhood. We have had to pay for peoples dented cars, broken car lights and anything else you can think of and can't think of that will break. He has been through the juvenile court system several times and yet I know that it is not over.  
 
Like the man in the story I am sure (and I think it will be the best right now) "J" will live with us and I will have to continue to take care of these two men in my life and that I love dearly. Most days it is overwhelming and I sympathize with all the parents, brothers, sisters, friends and any one else who lives with this every day. 
 
I too know that this is a very expensive illness. We have had to file for bankruptcy twice. The first time before my husband was diagnosed was because he would go on a high and buy elaborate expensive things that there was NOOOOO way we could afford (and still can't). I tried several things to stop this but he was very creative.  
 
The second time was just recently. Our insurance did not cover mental health. My son had to be hospitalized for a month and we were trying to help him and do the best we could with my husband. He has by no means gotten the help that he needs. Yes he gets his meds but since we were paying about $2000 a month for meds alone between the two of them we had to choose between the bills and a functioning family. YES I choose the family! The house, the car and everything else are a necessity but are not the center of my life. 
 
I wish all well. My prayers go out to everyone with this disability and those who love and take care of them.