Join Date: Aug 2008
Location: South Western BC
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I, too, am bipolar. I have been since I was 12ish but mom and dad just thought I went between being 'passionate' and 'moody'. They didn't know or understand the hell I was going through.
I was also hypersexual. We've always had a computer and my parents aren't computer literate so I was able to hide all my explicit chats with dozens of men over the years. I'd cultivate 'relationships' with them, all the while they knew I wasn't even 15. Looking back, I can see how sick it really was. I'm really glad you're technologically inclined and can lock and unlock the text feature on your daughter's cell. That's really great. I often wished that my parents would discover my explicit chats so that I could get help as I didn't understand why I was so drawn to act out this way (or cut myself or bash my head against hard solid things til I bruised or any of my other self-destructive habits). Our family is conservative so I don't think that something of this nature (hypersexuality) would have even been on their radar. They still don't know about any of it to this day. I was also abused sexually and I don't know if that led me to be hypersexual but it certainly didn't help matters.
I lead the double life of up-standing Christian girl and my self-destructive behaviours online until I was finally medicated when I turned 20 after an uber manic episode that finally caught my parent's attention... I was delusional, grandiose ideas, hallucinations, etc etc. I continued a few of these 'relationships' I had started with men over the years until I was finally medicated for depression when I was 23, three years ago.
Medication isn't a walk in the park and I've managed to gain 80 pounds in the process but I'd rather be sane and overweight then thin and unstable. I hope you and your daughter can see a child psychiatrist soon as it would be beneficial to her to be properly diagnosed and find a suitable treatment plan that you can all live with. (Intense physical activity only made me more manic.)
I guess all I can tell you is that I'm glad you're aware of your daughter's activities, I certainly wish my parents had been. Please know that I'm thinking of you. And please don't neglect your own mental health in the process of taking care of your daughter's. I can't blame you for being fed up with the hell you're walking through... one thought that got me through my journey was "I'm one day closer to being better". I didn't know when I would "be better" but I knew that with each passing day I was getting closer to that goal. There is a light at the end of this tunnel.