Hi.
This post isn't well thought-out; I've lurked the forums only for 30 minutes or so, and I'm having a starting-headache day ("depression" -> haven't eaten today <- probably the cause), and though I'm INTP I still prefer to just "jump to it" most of the time, probably because I'm rarely ready anyway - and I'm a bit impatient about this issue at the moment.. So here we go :p
I'm a 21 years old son of a suspected BPD or BPD-like Mother and abandoned-like Father (will try to elaborate about the latter-case later), who lives in Europe.
I'm trying to find out if or what disorder I have (I think AD(H)D, one shrink contemplated Schizotypal, and another who barely knew me and asked questions for 3-5 minutes from SCID-II meant that I "scored", though from what my country's websites on health says SCID-II isn't a test, enough to be diagnosed a NPD).
I will be making commentary notes through the article using the same tag-system as Wikipedia: [num++]; i.e. [0], [1], [2], and the actual commentaries being placed at the bottom of this post.
Elaborate life/events-story for the sake of elaborateness (just skip through the ages you think matter or something):
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*Age 2: mom and dad divorced (they both still take the credit of having divorced the other xD), and of course I live with my mom

.
*Age 4-5: though mostly a sweet kid with a good heart[1], frequent 'violent' events starting in kindergarten[2]: I don't remember how I displayed aggression the first times, I'm not sure if I did at all (supposedly the kindergarten-people never noticed until ---->), but eventually I started beating other kids with a stick or branch.
*Age 6-7: school. fell in love with a sweet girl[3] (with blond, curly princess-hair

) ;D
very very frequently (I think daily) forgetting my cloths or other things at school and the post-school-place.
occasionally failing to do homework - the teacher, [sarcasm]very professionally and compassionately[/sarcasm], calling me out to the rest of the class saying something like "make sure to do your homework or you'll end up like this guy".
I have the happiest birthday ever, getting a cool water-gun that everyone thought was cool and I enjoyed it alot, and my mom breaks it the next day or the coming next days in a rage to, as she said, make a point about "how it feels when others destroy your stuff" when I stumbled into her vacuum cleaner - though it taking no damage.
one event where I got angry at my best friend, hit him with a plastic toboggan in the head (of course this wasn't meant to be the most harmful, just the most convenient placement of an attack with the current weapon

) with two 'ethical/moral' 16-or-so years old teenagers being present; my response being something like "oh no, $#%^

.. [...] will you tell mom? please don't tell mom, she can't know about this [my emotions being *regret regret/in-denial we-can-fix-this*] - they said they will tell my mom, so I ran into the woods, staying there - just sitting under a moose-roof-thingie hoping I won't be found for 2-3+ hours, and mom calling the police being afraid I had ran away from home/getting injured in the process.
started having nightmares of ghosts and of my mom hurting or killing me, and one time my grandmother giving me a poisoned meal and turning into a demon when I realized it was green & poisoned. dreaming that my mom will kill me has continued up to the age of 20 - while still living with her, and as a result I started "locking"/blocking the door to my bedroom with obstacles to be feel safe while going to sleep, from age 9.
*Age 8-9: moving to a new city going to an alternative school. but to a disappointment most/all of the children had obvious behavioral/poor parenting++ problems - did not fit at all, and wanted to leave the school from day 1 - told this to mom but had to go there for half a year (probably understandable)
new school: still not perfect socially, but somewhat of an improvement.
moving again
*Age 10-11: public display of wounded ego/self losing a game with a few class mates after school first displayed as withdrawn anger, then for the first time displayed as pain/sorrow/crying - the answer to "why are you crying?" being "... I have a disorder thing that makes me cry without reason" with success ;D

i was pretty maladapted here, among basically upper-class'ish children who could be very arrogant and narcissistic-like (some girls really exploiting and using their huge ego because they feel and are told that they're pretty to pick on or destroy others), but these people were at least interesting - a fresh breath; a variety of children and personalities - exciting!
moving back
*Age 12-13: some anti-social behavior triggered (though living in a city where this is pretty standard anyway); starting fires, part of fights, gang-fights, some vandalism, ruthlessness, started learning "hacking" using public computers (didn't have my own); installed net browsers with capability to always store passwords and replaced default browser shortcut with new browser with changed icon, played games like try2hack.nl, and started getting interested in the occult (Magick; energy manipulation, "mysticism" etc already being an interest at age 4-5+).
skipped most of school at age 13
*Age 14: moved to dad with a wife with some kinds of anxiety, affectionate and self-esteem/attention/don't-question-me-problems, who couldn't stand me much[4].
I developed a pretty hateful relationship with her[5]
*Age 15: moved to grandmother who did not at all understand me and was of no support except for generally being a normal & nice grandmother. skipped an entire year of school[6] and started to isolate myself, only being on the computer, and occasionally raged in varying degrees when losing ruthlessly in games or/and being harassed - one time making a hole in the door.
*Age 16-17: moved back to mom. mom starting having loud sex with strangers, disregarding my signs to tell them to stop - I believe the intention/rush was to violate me (I think this is the trend throughout my life... - she "doesn't mean to do it", but has the urge to do it nevertheless).
*Age 17-18: moved to a youth-home. my problems weren't understood (or given proper attention to - as I actually told them, but was disregarded).
I wanted to talk about my future; about how the process of moving out to my own home soon will be, about ways to plan my financial situation etc - all was disregarded as "we'll see about that when we get there".
1 year completely wasted there, except for the things I did on my own (i.e. left the house with some backpacking equipment), the trips we did together, and the general high standard of the house: good food/own chef/maid, good bathroom-standards[7].
moved back to mom when I was suddenly met with the ultimatum that when [very soon] moving out, I will be thoroughly monitored several times a day to see that I've "done my duties": made the sheets, etc.
this is the exact opposite of what I needed; I need to learn to get in control by myself as my mom never let me.
*Age 19-20: moving back to mom. the allegations of mom being an Asperger started to break when I realized that she isn't ignorant of social cues, but only pretends to be so to get her own way without being questioned[8].
*7-8 months ago: wishing mom was dead, and as she continuously violated me I started wanting to "destroy" (severe hate) her..
*6 months ago: moved out, getting the minimum amount from welfare because I'm not diagnosed as having a disease or illness. saving up 80% of money for backpacking-gear, ensuring that if I get thrown out on the street at least I'll have something + BP-gear should give me the opportunity to travel more, to live in nature etc which hopefully might help.
*recently: required to start working (or else no welfare).
[1] is what I think/been told/photos & as I remember it + been told by the blunt/honest side of the family
[2] I remember this as; I was mostly being nice and happy to/interested in socializing with other kids - but quickly built up anger when someone said intentionally hurtful things and challenged my self in this way. (BUT I don't remember all the events, so this
could be selective bias)
[3] pretty irrelevant for my story, but anyway - I never told her, and except for some possibly brief moments of flirting we never really got to talk or interact

, and then I moved

PS: I won't mention girls again xD
[4] though she said later "there's nothing wrong with him, but I just can't handle him"
[5] drew a few pictures but mostly wrote how much I hate her. only shared this display of "passion" at the end, specifically starting when she became even more ruthless and sadistic in her violations
[6] couldn't take it anymore
[7] so don't get me wrong - this was a raising of the standards from home which has almost always been a mess, and I got to have some fun doing trips with the folks, but was not met as an individual: my every thought was disregarded, and the attempt was always to replace my every thought with how everyone else or themselves are.
[8] the trend being: pretending not to understand what I'm saying, "being socially inadequate", and getting angry and upset because "she doesn't get what I'm trying to say and I'm trying to force it upon her - I always have to be right, I'm so arrogant, I don't understand how she has it, I don't understand her childhood - wanna hear about it!??"
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I basically feel that my mom is alot like Meg Griffin from Family Guy. Or to be more precise: I was thinking "hmmm... isn't my mom alot like Meg from Family Guy? I
BET Meg has BPD!", and according to the
Wiki she does.
My mom rages violently, usually towards boyfriends if they don't worship her, and throws coffee mugs, punches, kicks, scratches them up...
She has randomly brought up "but I would never commit suicide, that's just not me~", leaving me o.o? at least a couple times.
She used to talk about crying for hours upon hours every day, that her life is hell - that she's in hell, and the story she usually tells from her childhood was a boy she had a crush on meeting her alone at school time, whispering her in the ear "you disgusting/ugly swine/pig".
She also says she was always over-shadowed by her popular sister, that she herself was never popular; she was the 'carer'/most responsible one (I think) that helped her sisters out and so on; that she was only addresses as her sister's sister; and that all sisters were ashamed about their home - which was in poor quality, and that their mother's boyfriends were drunks/abusive of the mother (and I believe all sisters at some point escaped or moved out in an escape of the house). Naturally mom is a feminist and "hates all men"

And now about me: I personally don't think I can be a Narcissist, as I'm very high on empathy (I do have regrets, which I try to correct, and I do say I'm sorry, etc), I don't want Narcissistic supply: I want healthy/normal supply; I want constructive criticism - that is: feedback/healthy criticism without judging me..
I really just think I have anger issues, that is: I have already been violated through most of my life; now I'm older and not gonna take it; don't violate me or I'll return the favor, and as a normal defense mechanism to not being validated/having low emotional self-esteem I am somewhat grandiose and arrogant (I can be "very rude" (insulting) very easily in i.e. online games, but if the person in ANY way responds appropriately I will either dampen it or be nice instead. Proper response = not being an asshole back, and not instantly & unreasonably criticizing/judging).
Others examples of this: Sheldon Cooper in The Big Bang Theory. When he feels unvalidated, he becomes grandiose and arrogant. No matter how much an Asperger he is, he still knows that other people probably won't LOVE when he gets angry and becomes grandiose or arrogant, but he still does it - normal defense mechanism: he's inadequate in some area, and he doesn't feel validated enough as a person by the statue of his abilities in this area, so he dismisses them as they dismiss him for not having the abilities that he has.
Point: I want natural validation (or, if I'm not worth validation by
anyone, THEN indeed I should change my personality), not manipulated or false; or: I want a real self, not a false self like the Narcissist.
Hope I got somewhere with this :p
Am I NPD? Is my mom BPD? What do you think? :p