DDUB, your friend may be on the make, but as an aside, none of my friends know whats wrong with me, well, a few but mostly no one knows, my DHS family dont know, even though i suffer from psycosis at times i can still hold it together for a quick meet up, it drains me though, takes every ounce of strength and i feel weak and tired afterwards. But no one knows, my neighbours wont know etc.
My mental health has deteriorated so far that Im ocd, social phobic, Bipolar, had pnd, i could go on for every with symptoms and the effects they have. It effects every part of my life, so i have engineered my life to enable me to hide whats wrong with me. And the moms on the school run will be the last people in the world to find out whats wrong with me. To people who do have a vague idea of whats going on with me i may joke about the problem, about how trendy i am with my 'ishoos', all tounge in cheek. Its a defence mechanism, to hide my real feelings about it all, of confusion, shame, guilt, fear...
Not saying your friend is or isnt, but things arent always what they seem...
Mental illness is so much fun, now give me my money and my drugs.....yeah right! 