Hello, forum!
Figured I'd start with a quick (hopefully, I digress and over explain frequently, I'm afraid - please also excuse my language) introduction so as to not be the new guy who immediately spills all her problems on strangers in hopes they can clean up my mess!
I'm Priscilla, and I was diagnosed with BPD about two and a half years ago.. I've never been formally treated however, and am finally ready to start the process of possibly understanding/calming the storm that is my day to day life. I start therapy again in just a few short weeks..
When I was first diagnosed.. I ran. I didn't want to admit that this was me. I was in denial, and kept trying to find excuses as to why I couldn't possibly be borderline. So, one day at about one in the morning I said "###$ this". My cat, a few changes of clothes, and I were on a plane to wherever wasn't "here" (ended up being Phoenix) at five AM the same day. Not even so much as a goodbye to anyone I knew, because (go figure) they probably didn't like me and wanted me gone anyways!
Upon turning my entire life upside down on a whim, turns out.. Things didn't really get any better.
I'm what you could call a 'textbook' case of BPD, in many ways, I fit BPD to the T. That being said, however I consider myself to be a 'quiet' borderline as far as rage issues are concerned. It's not that I don't have rage issues, I just internalize my anger. As well as my anger being typically a little harder to set off than my other emotional "outbursts". Here in Phoenix, I consulted with another doctor, and this time I lied my ass off about what was happening in my head, chalking it up to depression, I was put on Paxil. Guess we all know that didn't help. I took it so sporadically it didn't even have a chance.
In the meantime, my love life was it's typical trainwreck of emotionally over fueled and short lived romances, and more one night stands than I honestly want to admit to. The rest of my life? Jack Daniels, and pain killers.. Then, I met my current boyfriend who this whole thing is going to end up being about (hello, codependency).
Things have been a rollercoaster since we started dating two years ago, however he didn't see it coming until we moved in together six months ago. Like I said, I internalize everything. I never ever let him see a single bit of my "crazy" (his words, not mine) until after we moved in together.. Being around each other constantly, it's a little hard to hide BPD.
Here's I guess where my question comes into play;
After dating for nearly two years, and after that two years being emotional hell, clearly he knows something is amiss with me.. But I've never actually admitted to him that I was previously diagnosed with BPD. I've just let him think that I'm oblivious.. Now that I'll be starting therapy, I feel obligated to tell him. But I feel like I've lied to him about it, by letting him deal with my instability for so long without ever mentioning it. I guess.. I'm terrified that when I tell him this, he'll leave.
How do you "come out" with this kind of news when you've kept it hidden for so long?