Last night, well yesterday actually scascot had to call my parents for the first time to get away from me. I actually drove my scascot away, not permanently luckily, but enough that he had to get me away from him for a time or risk leaving.
My manic episodes have increased, so my psych and I are trying to adjust my abilify dose to the correct dose for me, right now I go from mania to anxiety which basically means go, go, go, go then all of a sudden I am exhausted and need a nap or 'crash'. So that is where I am at this time. Hopefully something changes, or gets a little better, or a little more livable.