Hello again @AussieRecharger,
My goodness you know how to:
- 1) ask some ultra-insightful BPD questions
- 2) drop a Beatles reference (I’m all out though, sorry!)
To answer your first question: yep and its affecting me even as I write my response here. My response to the person who is attempting to tip me out of my house is very borderline in that I refuse to have anything further to do with them. I know this is a black and white response to a human being and I should be aiming for grey, but in seeing for the first time, this year, as years of what I can now understand as childhood neglect and what I see more recently as frankly, sociopathic behaviour on their part, has made me want to protect myself from that behaviour. Plus, typical borderline me has anger management issues and the last time I spoke to the person concerned – after some very underhand behaviour on their part I hasten to add – was not good and I said some things that I regret. So, in not wanting to engage with this person I am protecting not only me, but them as well: and that feels a little less borderline. My psychologist has encouraged me to get in touch with this person for one final time to say basically “you abused me and I’m not okay with that” but I can’t see any point in doing so: this person long ago lost interest in anything that I have to say.
As to those bits of life where borderline has spilt over unchecked onto loved ones and whether I can forgive myself for that not knowing how / why I might have been acting in the way I did … that is one hell of a question. I remember back in the day when I was first diagnosed (2002) it was all very much about not acting the ‘wrong way’ and being very, very hard on myself. These days, with a bit of DBT on board, I am less punishingly hard on myself, and if I do get out of control I at least know what it is that is driving me there. There are two relationships that were destroyed by BPD in my twenties that I would give anything to repair: one I’ve alluded to that I can’t repair because that person has since passed, and one that despite my apologies I seem to have ended forever even though at the time I was undiagnosed and unmanaged and had no idea that I was emotionally unstable. I can forgive myself for that, to an extent, but the forgiveness on that one does not need to come from me.
As to revolution, well, when I first got (mis-)diagnosed all the way back in 1997 I did try to radically alter my life’s path and in a way I kind of did. I went back to uni. Graduated. Taught for a long time. Still teach a bit here and there. But I’m here on this board now just trying to make it on through to the other side (sorry, The Doors will have to do). To which end I’m succeeding thanks, in part, to your outstandingly-penetrating questions and my desire to give them the respect that they deserve by answering them truthfully. I’ll reflect on them a bit more tomorrow, I hope, when I know that the SI is going to come raging back. Thanks again @AussieRecharger