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My high-school counselor is a real s**t-for-brains.

sweatdrop I don't see a doctor... at least not in the last three years.

MediocreMaiden, I'm not bipolar, but I have a mother who is so against psychology that she will stop at nothing to discourage me from pursuing it as my major in college.
What does that have to do with your problem? I understand how lost and desperate you must feel to want to help yourself in the best way you know how, and for your mom to be entirely against that. That was the situation I was in my senior year of high school, I wanted to stop my TTM (PM or AIM me about that if you need clarification) and mom would not hear any of it.
Eventually, I got over my fear of what she could do and talked with the school counselor, which I wasn't thrilled with at first. About three weeks later I told my academic counselor about my TTM and she called my dad. We then came up with a STORY for my mom to be spoon-fed. In other words, one thing happened, and mom got told another thing. Maybe you could work it out like that? Have an adult help you come up with a convincing story about a teacher or other trustworthy adult bringing up your bipolar-ness to the counselor, who would then call your mom. Which would lead to professional references and get you on the road to "stability".

hope that helps & sorry about the long post.

Aah, that really sucks. Sorry about your situation, MediocreMaiden. My two cents...
One thing that you CAN do is try to explain what's going on to her. I know, much easier said than done (been down that road before, trust me...), but definitely worth a shot. If you do this, try not to just lay it on the line and leave it there (don't just say "Mom, I'm bipolar" and leave it at that. EXPLAIN!), try not to jump from point A to point Z in a single bound (Patience, my friend. Patience. whee Heh heh...Patience is a virtue; virtue is a grace; Grace is just a little girl who doesn't wash her face. Bad timing, bad joke, I know. But you can probably see how I do at being patient from that little rhyme.), and BE SPECIFIC (describe specific events, specific feelings, etc. Call some of your friends or peers if you need someone to testify.). It's not easy, but like I said--worth a shot. And apologies for that incredibly run-on sentence.
Also, in case that doesn't work (The talking thing never worked for me... too impatient. sweatdrop ): You COULD try calling a youth crisis hotline. I never did, but plenty of people have suggested that I do. I guess I know a couple of numbers...If you live in the US, there's the Covenant House Nine Line: 1-800-999-9999. They talk about...any problem, I guess. And it doesn't appear on the phone bill and no one finds out unless YOU tell them.If you live in the US OR Canada, there's the Boys Town National Hotline (which is not, as the name suggests, just for boys) that's 1-800-448-3000. And NO, I am NOT paid to advertise these things. Just you get a counselor on the line that can't call your parents about this s**t and has better sense than your school's counselor (I hope...! It seems I can't find a good one anywhere, but they must exist, even if they're REALLY rare. I hope... sweatdrop ) Sorry to rant on about those, but anyhow...

What NOT to do:
--Don't try to act bipolar. By that, I don't mean hiding your real emotions--I mean, just don't try to exaggerate or fake mood swings or disturbed behavior to catch your mother's attention. She'll think it's just you looking for any excuse from something (or just attention. Either way, equally offensive--not to mention incorrect). Not to mention what your friends and peers will think--they'll think you've totally cracked. Either way, it's a sure fire backfire, no pun intended. Anyhow--doesn't work.
--Don't try to catch her attention by acting suicidal and/or ultra-manic (or anything like that). One way this can backfire is if she'll think you're just being the way you were when you were a little kid, she'll tune you out for good, when you really need help. The other way is that you can end up getting put into treatment--for the wrong thing. (e.g.: self-injury, suicidal tendencies, insanity, etc.--rather than bipolar disorder.) Been down this road before--not because I tried to, but because when I tried to commit suicide for the third time, my family put me into treatment for self-injury, suicidal behavior, and severe depression. They meant for me to get better, but what it resulted in was five months of hell of those freaking nasty anti-depressents (that made my mood swings MUCH worse, mind you.), sitting in a chair across the desk from a woman who keeps on talking about how it's "just between you and me" (yeah right.) and "how did I FEEL about it" and "why on earth did I do it" (Sheesh...worse than the school guidance counselor!), constant checks and grillings to make sure I wasn't doing anything, absolutely no privacy ("Leave the door to your room open, Cythera." "Come home RIGHT after school, Cythera!" "Bring your friends to meet with us before you hang around them." "Let us see what's in your backpack, Cythera."--and they read my journal, too!) and just about all of my rights revoked ("Your new curfew is 5:00, Cythera." "You may NOT see your friends, Cythera." "No. If you're going to be cutting anything with those safety scissors, do it where we can see you, Cythera." "No, you may NOT shave unless you want to do it where we can see it." "Stay out of the kitchen, Cythera!"). Sorry to b***h on about my experience, but just thought you should really get the reason you should make sure you're getting treated FOR THE RIGHT THING.
--Actually, don't try to pretend to be something you're not, period... See above for whatever is not self-explanitory.
--And whatever you do, DON'T try to control your mood swings and pretend to be "Normal" ( stressed GAWD, I hate that word...). It may seem okay at first, but when it all catches up to you, you'll regret it. Not thinking about it doesn't make it go away. It just builds up inside of you, and when it's released, the result is far beyond your control, and can be very violent and/or dangerous. (I had to spend a week or so in an assylum after I finally cracked...not pretty.)
My two cents. Sorry to ramble on. Sorry for going on for longer about what you SHOULDN'T do than what you SHOULD do. And sorry about the fact that scarcely anything I just wrote made sense. God, I am such an idiot...
One more thing...good luck.
And PM me if you need any more help.

My advice.

Dude, I know how it is. Parents pretty much suck, but to me it sounds like you re gonna have to do something drastic to get her to snap out of this denial she's in.

Soyeah, thats the only advice I can give.