The marines want me to play trombone for them, which is quite flattering.
But I don’t want to do Paris Island boot camp and training and not really having a home anymore and leaving my lover and my three babies Buddy, Bushka, and Bear.
So I work the stigma to stop the recruitment officer.
“I’m bipolar, and the USMC is poisoned by stigma.”
done and done, one line zinger that instantly makes me undesirable!
I’m so sassy and bipolar and really quite stable these days.
But if you feel the stigma and you don’t want to be in that organization, FLAUNT YOUR ILLNESS.
bend and snap, ladies.