You never know how people are going to react to your mental illness. Some people react with sympathy. Some react with fear. Some run. Some stay.
I had a fabulous date last week. New date L, picked me up with roses and a stuffed animal (so cute). He was a perfect gentleman, opening doors and pulling out my chair. Paying for lunch because “What kind of guy expects a girl to pay?” Unfortunately my fork touched the table so obviously I needed a new one. I explained to him that I had diagnosed OCD. He was totally inquisitive. Then he asked what else and guessed bipolar and more guessing and more guessing until I was beyond my comfort level.
He said, “Look, you don’t see me running, do you?”
The next day I text him to thank him for a lovely time and to say that I hoped we spoke soon. Never heard from him again. I know it is a lot to take and I always ask you not to get into all that on a first date, but I wasn’t about to lie about it when asked directly. It would have come back to bite me in the butt. Lying is worse than being your true self.
So, live and learn.