Since receiving my suspected diagnosis from the psychiatrist, there have been some interesting reactions when I tell people that I have Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD)(sometimes known as Emotionally Unstable Personality Disorder).
A couple of the best ones:
- ‘Does that mean you’re on the border of personalities?’
- ‘Oh, is that like Bipolar then?’
- ‘Are you, like, more than one person?’
- ‘On the borderline of what?’
I’m sure anyone with BPD/EUPD has had some of these things said to them more than once. Having just been diagnosed, I find these quite amusing. For those who don’t know what BPD is, Mind write that it’s “a type of personality disorder. You might be diagnosed with a personality disorder if you have difficulties with how you think and feel about yourself and other people, and are having problems in your life as a result.”
Story of my life.
These are some of the things you can and I do experience:
- Feeling very worried about being abandoned, and would do anything to stop that happening.
- Having really intense emotions that last from a few hours to days and can change with a snap of the fingers (for example, from feeling very happy and confident to suddenly feeling low and sad).
- Not having a real identity and not really knowing who you are
- Finding it hard to have stable relationships and being reliable
- Feeling empty
- Acting impulsively (such as binge eating, drinking too much or driving dangerously).
- Having suicidal feelings and thoughts.
- Feeling really angry but not being able to or not sure how to deal with it.
- Feeling so stressed that you experience paranoia or zone out completely.
For so long, I was telling my GP, mental health teams and other professionals that my moods were erratic and I was doing things to the extreme. I felt like I didn’t fit in anywhere, didn’t belong and didn’t really know who I was. I changed who I was according to who I was with.
Now, and quite recently, I’m feeling so angry at things. I say what I think, I don’t hold back and am openly passive aggressive to strangers (when I hold the door for them and they don’t say thanks, I’m there with the ‘Oh, don’t worry about it’ sarcasm). I almost chucked my Mum out of the car the other day after she commented on my driving. It feels like I can’t stop.
More recently, I’ve been feeling like I want to cry all of the time. I keep pushing the feeling down into my stomach because I’m almost searching for the right time to let it all out. Blogging and talking about it helps to an extent but there are always those nagging worries, the anger, the lack of identity, feeling like everyone wants to leave… It’s hard.
However, I’ve been told that there are things I can do to help myself.
Thank you for reading. I feel like it was a waffly post and I’m really grateful for you stopping by.