A lot of kids say, “My dad is crazy!”, but they don't mean it the way I meant it. My dad was bipolar, but we didn’t know it at the time. At the time we blamed his alcoholism. He drank all day and used to yell at my twin sister and me incoherently. He frequently became violent, hitting us with a razor strap or a belt. We would find our favorite toys in the trash. Sometimes he accused us of doing things we had not done, but by the time I was 12 I would not let him get away with false accusations. I stood up to him, saying we had not done what he was accusing us of because to me it was worth the beating just to stand up for myself. I was in high school when I realized my father was bipolar, a disease that ran in his family.