Hello,
I was just diagnosed with BPD. Actually, I was diagnosed officially in 2007, but they decided not to tell me. In fact, I don't think I was even told they suspected a personality disorder at all for the last 9 years of my therapy. I requested to see my own files last month which was the first time I found out. Admittedly, I told them I wasn't hearing anything about emotional problems in the past as it was the very little fragment of positive self-image I had left after getting my first diagnosis of "psychotic with possible schizophrenia" from the very intelligent doctor who spent all of 10 minutes with me who failed to realize I'd only been experiencing an acute psychosis. I had enough sanity at that point to run far from that one. After that wonderful experience I attended therapy for severe agoraphobia (of which I still suffer from). Which brings me to now.....
I get the impression I'm one of these "quiet bpd's". The only time my problems get drawn out of me where they can be seen is when I get into an intimate relationship, which I soon kill within 3 months due to my incessant fears and lack of faith. Thing is, I don't want to feel anything. I don't want to tell anyone that I have feelings, fears, anxieties, and let on that I'm vulnerable. I don't want to feel it because it hurts them to know. Because I can't keep a hold on my own mind or heart for more than a few hours without assuming the worst, and the good memories dissipate in a puff of smoke apparently.
Now is a terribly hard time to find out this diagnosis.. I happen to like someone who I'd like to have a relationship with but who has issues of their own that they need to deal with. Don't get me wrong - I'm not as rational as I may come off as about this.. Not one bit. I'm losing control. I've never lost so much control in my life, now finding comfort in self-harm because I can't deal with the pain this is causing me, and the pain it is causing them. I feel shame that I don't want to feel. I've gone absolutely ballistic over this grey area, and to top it all off, I have no psychs anymore. I was discharged for 'refusing treatment' after being told I'd seen every doctor at the hospital, and because I didn't feel it was possible for me to see my old psychologist. I feel hopelessness that I don't want to feel. I feel I have no one else I can go to... No one that truly could understand.. No one who can truly -help- me with the fact that I am apparently now diagnosed officially with BPD. I have to wait... I'm on a ton of wait lists... I'm fighting for a chance at recovery, while also fighting an internal resistance to stick around this person who actually gives a damn about me but which I find doubly hard to comprehend since they can't -be- with me.
I feel it is worse for me to reach out in a place like this. I don't want to admit it. I don't want to feel it.. Any of it! I want to disappear from this person's life by cutting them out so neither of us has to feel this pain. If we were breaking up, it would be easy... But there is this lingering "chance". This bloody grey area that I'm apparently incapable of handling! And it is tearing me to bits.
I can see the toll this stress is taking on them. I do not want to hurt and yet that is what I keep doing it seems. Unintentionally.. Baffling... How can this happen? How can I do what I don't want to do? How can trying to get better hurt that much more? I am trying to do DBT on my own but I feel I am failing, too. I feel so caught... I am so afraid I will just turn out to be everything he doesn't want, and the light at the end of the tunnel is supposed to be that I won't care when we reach it. Why is the friendship not enough for me? Why is it twice as painful to let myself show this because that's all we are? The chance of loss... Of abandonment... Seems all the more high. I don't want to feel this pain.
WHY do psychologists charge 100+ an hour and aren't covered by disability insurance? WHY is it so hard for the people who need help the most to GET IT?
I was just diagnosed with BPD. Actually, I was diagnosed officially in 2007, but they decided not to tell me. In fact, I don't think I was even told they suspected a personality disorder at all for the last 9 years of my therapy. I requested to see my own files last month which was the first time I found out. Admittedly, I told them I wasn't hearing anything about emotional problems in the past as it was the very little fragment of positive self-image I had left after getting my first diagnosis of "psychotic with possible schizophrenia" from the very intelligent doctor who spent all of 10 minutes with me who failed to realize I'd only been experiencing an acute psychosis. I had enough sanity at that point to run far from that one. After that wonderful experience I attended therapy for severe agoraphobia (of which I still suffer from). Which brings me to now.....
I get the impression I'm one of these "quiet bpd's". The only time my problems get drawn out of me where they can be seen is when I get into an intimate relationship, which I soon kill within 3 months due to my incessant fears and lack of faith. Thing is, I don't want to feel anything. I don't want to tell anyone that I have feelings, fears, anxieties, and let on that I'm vulnerable. I don't want to feel it because it hurts them to know. Because I can't keep a hold on my own mind or heart for more than a few hours without assuming the worst, and the good memories dissipate in a puff of smoke apparently.
Now is a terribly hard time to find out this diagnosis.. I happen to like someone who I'd like to have a relationship with but who has issues of their own that they need to deal with. Don't get me wrong - I'm not as rational as I may come off as about this.. Not one bit. I'm losing control. I've never lost so much control in my life, now finding comfort in self-harm because I can't deal with the pain this is causing me, and the pain it is causing them. I feel shame that I don't want to feel. I've gone absolutely ballistic over this grey area, and to top it all off, I have no psychs anymore. I was discharged for 'refusing treatment' after being told I'd seen every doctor at the hospital, and because I didn't feel it was possible for me to see my old psychologist. I feel hopelessness that I don't want to feel. I feel I have no one else I can go to... No one that truly could understand.. No one who can truly -help- me with the fact that I am apparently now diagnosed officially with BPD. I have to wait... I'm on a ton of wait lists... I'm fighting for a chance at recovery, while also fighting an internal resistance to stick around this person who actually gives a damn about me but which I find doubly hard to comprehend since they can't -be- with me.
I feel it is worse for me to reach out in a place like this. I don't want to admit it. I don't want to feel it.. Any of it! I want to disappear from this person's life by cutting them out so neither of us has to feel this pain. If we were breaking up, it would be easy... But there is this lingering "chance". This bloody grey area that I'm apparently incapable of handling! And it is tearing me to bits.
I can see the toll this stress is taking on them. I do not want to hurt and yet that is what I keep doing it seems. Unintentionally.. Baffling... How can this happen? How can I do what I don't want to do? How can trying to get better hurt that much more? I am trying to do DBT on my own but I feel I am failing, too. I feel so caught... I am so afraid I will just turn out to be everything he doesn't want, and the light at the end of the tunnel is supposed to be that I won't care when we reach it. Why is the friendship not enough for me? Why is it twice as painful to let myself show this because that's all we are? The chance of loss... Of abandonment... Seems all the more high. I don't want to feel this pain.
WHY do psychologists charge 100+ an hour and aren't covered by disability insurance? WHY is it so hard for the people who need help the most to GET IT?