peonyCasual Contributor
I feel like BPD has stolen from me.
Hi all.
Long time listener, first time caller.
I'm in my mid twenties and help care for my older sister who has BPD, also long-time depression and bipolar disorder. We were very close growing up together and even still as we became adults and found partners, jobs, moved out of home.There were always these angry flashes that scared me - rage blackouts from her - and now that I know more about BPD I can see patterns of splitting, devaluation/idealization, spur-of-the-moment decisions linked to other past behaviours of self-harm. A few years ago, there was a signficiant suicide attempt that resulted in the BPD diagnosis and we all hoped that with the diagnosis and DBT, it would mean some help.
We - the family, her best friend, her husband - have all done our best to educate ourselves on mental health and BPD in particular. We helped her when she accepted it but stood back when she didn't want it, and stayed our distance accepting that her husband was now the main caregiver. Unfortunately in the past two years, everything has spiralled downwards. Efforts she had made - stopping drinking, seeing her psychiatrist, DBT, regular hobbies - have all stopped, and now... I don't know who she is anymore.
I feel like I've lost her to BPD. She aggressively manipulates my family, trying to turn everyone against each other. She seems to actually be her happiest when someone is feeling emotionally destroyed by her doing, but stays because they love her. She is drinking, cutting, quit her job, cheating, lies, manipulates, makes drastic statements and then lets you worry all day by not answering the phone. I don't recognise her anymore, I kept trying to help her and I went from being on the pedestal to mud on the bottom of her shoe. She's now accused me of 'leaving her', because I put in boundaries that I wouldn't partake in saying awful things. As a result, our dad now feels he can't speak to me because she needs support and talking to me wouldn't be supportive of her.
It is exhausting and I don't know who she is anymore.
Our family is at breaking point. I can't see the light at the end of the tunnel anymore.
Please, someone tell me it gets better.....