So minor background, I first met my Fiancé (N)s mom when we were still in high school in 2015. I thought she was a little wacky (believes everything on Facebook is true sort of mom) and I knew she has issues with the mental health system, she doesn’t believe in therapy but fine, whatever. She’s always been sweet, loving and when a situation arose with my family in 2018 she took me in with no hesitations and no questions asked. We’ve bonded over the years, she’s been a shoulder to cry on and absolutely treats me like family and another one of her kids. I never thought we’d have issues. 

This past August, N told me about a conversation he had with her that I was never supposed to know about but he told me anyway. She told him to encourage me to stop going to therapy because my therapist was intentionally making me worse and not helping to not lose me as a client (me and my therapist who I would probably be dead without, laughed about this.) She also said he should help me off my meds because I’m reliant like a drug addict. That was a okay ouch moment but a few days ago she topped it. 

I was telling her I might be doing a med holiday and coming off everything (with the supervision of a doctor and agreement between my pysch and therapist, I’m not doing it on my own) and she was thrilled. N mentioned how were gonna start from scratch and she was like

 ‘Oh no! Why? How do you know If you won’t feel so much better off meds’

So then I pointed out that long term treatment of bipolar disorder is usually done with medication. She asked me if I was sure I was bipolar and I was like yeah I’m definitely sure. So then she says.

“Oh, Well just please don’t kill my kid.” 

I was so taken aback. I just forced myself to laugh and haven’t said anything until yesterday when I asked N if she said what I thought she did. He said she’s read a lot of things about people who are bipolar or have something similar, being violent or killing someone close to them when they’re manic. So now I’m trying to deal with knowing she thinks I’m dangerous or something.

I’m trying to ignore it but I’m so mad, I’m so hurt, and I feel really really betrayed. This woman has known me since I was 16. I have never been violent to anyone in my entire life. I love N more than anything in this world, he’s been such a support, he’s my best friend and the fact that she said what she did to my face is awful. She hears bipolar and suddenly who I am doesn’t matter? She tells me I’m the daughter she never had and then months later she hears I’m bipolar and suddenly I’m violent?

I’m trying to wrap my head around it, but I’m so so betrayed. Apparently the stigma and the internet change who I am and how she looks at me.