Lots of people say I am not my diagnosis and there is a subculture saying I am not bipolar, I have bipolar. No argument from me, I’ve always respected people’s identities. I’m a dyke, I’m politicised, I’m good at that stuff.
bipolar
bʌɪˈpəʊlə
adjective
1.
having or relating to two poles or extremities.
“a sharply bipolar division of affluent and underclass”
“bipolar species”
2.
(of psychiatric illness) characterized by both manic and depressive episodes, or manic ones only.
Some nouns just don’t get separate adjectives, some adjectives don’t get separate nouns and perhaps simple semantics are to blame where bipolar is concerned. Depression – depressed, cancer – cancerous. Etcetera. Mind you, you don’t hear people declaiming I am flu and if you did, you’d probably chuckle and possibly correct their grammar. So we have bipolar, a word which functions as both noun and adjective and instead of making that distinction, some people get grumpy about it. Fair enough too. Mental health + stigma = understandable sensitivity.
Remember, polar is an adjective too, but while pole sounds fine, you never hear anyone claiming to be a bipole. And Bipolish is just a racist entry in Urban Dictionary.
If you want to be all grammar nazi about it, bipolar is the adjective and you have a choice of nouns like bipolar affective disorder, bipolar illness etc. Ain’t nobody got time fo’ dat! Bipolar has become a commonly used noun – and language belongs to the people who speak it.
I am bipolar. I have bipolar affective disorder. Whatever.
Before it got its label reboot, it was called manic depression and that one is simpler. I have manic depression, I am manic depressive.
If you’ve got this far, you’re probably wish I’d shut the fuck up about the word and get on to the disorder. Well alrighty then.
Am I this disorder? I wish I knew. If I’m not, then am I the medicated person? And if so, which one? Is it even relevant?
I am bipolar, hear me roar.
I am bipolar, watch me sleep.
Whut?
Of course, if I am the disorder, I can stop trying to peer at my personality and work out which are aspects of it and which are purely mine. Considering bipolar = genes + environment (like pretty much everything else about people), where does one draw the line?
Who the fuck am I? Well that’s one of the basic lifelong philosophical conundrums, isn’t it? Do I even want it resolved? Is resolution confidence or complacency? Am I going to write a sentence without a question mark at the end of it anytime soon?
I don’t know. And the secret may well lie in not caring, but the journey still matters.
Whether I say I am it or I have it, the fact remains that it is only one of howeverymany LOTS of modifiers/descriptors. Just one.
From Marbles by Ellen Forney (want! Need!):
Call yourself whatever you want, define yourself however you like.
Hi, who are you?