(possible trigger warning?)
So I have never been diagnosed with BPD, but my dad was when he was young, and so were his three brothers (all of which unfortunately committed suicide). I relate to every single symptom to a tee and have known this for awhile now..
Anyways, I wanted to sort of type out a short vent about something I have dealt with my whole life and a small percentage of you may have as well. Basically, ever since around puberty, I have had a strong mental fixation on how others think of me. I always want to be liked, or respected. I constantly try to get into other peoples minds and view myself from a third person perspective. I am a very unattractive person (very skinny body and disproportionately long, chubby, asymmetrical orangutan face) and I constantly try to come up with ways to see myself in a positive light. But it always falls back to the negative thoughts, and as pathetic as it sounds, is a huge cause of my depression.
Throughout school I hardly talked to anyone besides the other weird kids. I put a fist up to my face and sat in the back of class, deep in thought, hiding from everyone else. I thought that by hiding it would make things better, but never thought about how ridiculous it was for me to isolate myself within my mind during class and make no attempt to socialize whatsoever. I sat inside most of my teenage years playing videogames, and never had my first job until I was like 17. (I'm 20 now.) I got very minimal physical exercise yet never fattened up because I never ate. I am unsure of whether it was anorexia due to how high my stress/anxiety levels were, or if I may have some sort of potential thyroid problem, but I have always been a picky eater. I am 5'11 and 135 lbs..
This want/need for others acceptance feels as though it is my purpose in life. I feel like I'll never be content with myself unless it fits EVERYONES expectations. I always change how I talk/act depending on who I'm in talking to or whoever's around. And sometimes it's hard when two people I talk to seperately speak to me together because I try merging those personalities together, and it ends up failing, and both of them realizing how weird and alien acting I am. (if they hadn't already)..
Does this sound like some of you? I am so confused in life, I just want to look normal and act normal. I can't believe I was dealt such a bad hand... I think about the concept of suicide every day, but never plan on actually following through because of my brother and father. I don't know what to do, I have no motivation and no ambition, I can't even stay kept up in college (extremely behind, at risk of being kicked out), I am literally the definition of a failed child. A paranoid, afraid 20 year old child.