Not too sure how to use this forum so I can reply to everyone at once, so I'll simply rely to Kristin's post and include you all when I say thanks everyone for the warm response.
It's usually the case that as a person suffering BPD gets older, the symptoms abate to the point where less than 5 of the 9 criteria for BPD exist. Once a person is considered to no longer suffer from at least 5 of the criteria, they're no longer considered to have the disorder. I've heard older mental health nurses (or those who have working in the field for a long time) say that these older people are "burned out." However that doesn't mean the older person with BPD doesn't continue to suffer greatly because of the few remaining symptoms such as depression or abandonment issues which can be almost as destructive to the sufferer. Once they hit psychiatry's definition of geriatric age (65 and over) then they're often treated for those remaining symptoms, but as Kristin suggests, no two people are alike.
As I reached my late 40's, I got to a stage in life whereby I'd cut most people off by living in a remote area and away from everyone. Without people to "bounce off" my symptoms steadily got better to the point where I thought I'd study and get a decent job other than the factory jobs I'd had throughout much of my life. I took to schooling very well and graduated near the top of my class. I kind of fell into the career I now have (nope, not ready to tell just yet) and apart from a few hic-cups, it's been a wonderful move for me, however I had a bad relapse of BPD symptoms late last year after a triggering incident. At this stage I was told by someone that I had BPD, but really knew nothing of the disorder. Through Google searching, I found that I strongly met at least 7 if not 8 of the criteria. My doctor was of little help. He gave me anti-depressants and sent me to a psychologist who I could tell was treating me for the criteria symptoms, yet he never once mentioned I had BPD. I then sought out a private psychiatrist who did tell me I had a "personality disorder" but that there was little I could do about it. His report went back to my GP. Around Sept of this year, I all but shook my GP by the shirt front and yelled at him to tell me what was in the psych reports. He asked why I need to know. I told him that without knowing what was wrong, how could I fight the monster inside. He then told me I have a personality disorder and that there was nothing I could do to change my personality. I asked if it was borderline and he looked everywhere but at me and said "yes!"
My GP is old school. A nice fellow, but old fashioned in his thinking. BPD is definitely treatable and the younger a person starts recieving treatment, the better the likely outcome. I'm now seeing a lovely private psychologist using the Mental Health Plan and making use as best I can of the public system, which I find quite scary at my age. Unfortunately, the disorder is causing me to be quite negative about effecting a remission. It's difficult for me to engage actively in treatment. I struggle to find something to blame, but if I'm honest with myself, perhaps I'm simply too afraid of entering remission and finding out I still don't know who I am. I mean, I've been my symptoms without ever knowing what the underlying problem was for 45 years. To change into something else, somebody else is a frightening prospect when I'm not sure who that "other" person really is. The ordinary person on the street would have no concept of why I resist treatment.
So for now, I'm struggling and not in the best place. The SH still goes on, I still drink way too much, the lonliness weighs me down, as do other symptoms of the disorder. I don't know what the future holds. Just to stay alive each day is a struggle, but as someone who also suffers from BPD once told me...... "We're all survivors!" I remember her word evey time I put my feet on the floor beside my bed in the morning. "We're all survivors" and that goes for not just people with BPD. Everyone who continues to struggle with MI is in the same life boat. I desperately hope that all of us eventually make it to the other side.
Sorry about the lengthy post,
Ellie.