Kevin, you write: ///I do understand the thought process that there is an inner child in control...///
As I understand it, the problem is not that her inner child is in control -- that is true for all of us -- but, rather, that her inner child's emotional development is frozen at age three instead of the more mature level that we nonBPDs reach. For all human beings, it seems true that the inner child makes at least 90% (if not 99%) of the important decisions. I was 50 years old before I understood that simple idea. And it took me 12 years to do it.
What happened was that I took my bipolar foster son to a weekly "family group" meeting with the psychologist who was treating him. Whenever the psychologist challenged me on something, I always had an elaborate well-thought-out explanation for doing whatever I had chosen to do. Nevermind that what I had chosen was not working with my foster son and nevermind that I kept repeating the same pattern year after year. The psychologist was greatly amused by my explanations. He would laugh and point out, in his kindly fashion, that my elaborate rationalizations could not disguise the fact that my inner child -- not my adult -- was calling all the shots, making all the decisions. In any contest between the adult and child, he claimed, the child would nearly always win. But I just could not swallow that notion.
Yet, after twelve years of his gentle rebukes, it dawned on me one night why he had to be right. The child, I suddenly realized, is the sole judge of what is fun and what is not fun. That decision is all powerful. The adult part of my mind will nearly always conclude that it makes no sense -- indeed, would be preposterous -- to do something, go somewhere, or date someone I do not enjoy. My adult logic thus nearly always has to end up in my child's lap. This is why, as I tried to explain above, I have spent the past three years trying to persuade my child that my adult views of my ex's illness are correct. If I were to fail in that effort, I would remain stuck in a destructive pattern, repeating my past mistakes over and over, because my child is calling the shots. It's amazing, isn't it, how smart a man can be when he reaches 50.
///I started suspecting that maybe these truly werent passions of hers.. just doing the mirroring..///
Exactly. So it is not surprising that she eventually revealed her disinterest in those activities. But you will be hard pressed to discover any passions she has on her own. Because she has a weak unstable sense of who she is, she likely has no consistent passion for any hobbies. That is why BPDs tend to be collectors, not doers. My ex, for example, had spent $5,000 on sewing equipment and another $6,000 on bolts of fabric but had sewn only three small things in 15 years. All that paraphernalia, which she still has in her apt., apparently helps give her a sense of identity.
///He made the diagnosis of Borderline Personality Disorder.///
You really struck gold with that counselor. If my experience is any guide, that is unlikely to occur again if you seek treatment for your girlfriend. I spent over $200,000 taking my ex to six therapists over 15 years. Not one of them mentioned BPD. Nevermind that my ex strongly exhibits all nine BPD traits. The closest any of them got to "BPD" was telling me she "has PTSD" and "has a thought disorder." Duh. Well, yes, a thought disorder called BPD.
There likely are several reasons for the nondisclosure. For one thing, several therapists were fairly inexperienced and were snowed by the act my ex put on. For another, therapists seem inclined to label the disorder "PTSD" because most insurance companies will not cover BPD. Moreover, the therapists must know that the patient likely will terminate treatment on hear such a diagnosis, because BPDs usually find it too painful to recognize the existence of such a flaw. That is why I have such strong admiration for the BPD sufferers on this forum who have had the strength and courage to cross that pain threshold and actively pursue healing through a process of self awareness.
///Hopefully my posts back to you help you in some way as well.///
Absolutely. As I explained above, you are helping me heal too. I know because, as I was reading your last post, I caught a little boy reading over my shoulder. He said to tell you "hello." And he said he hopes "you won't try to marry another three year old." But, then, it's now so late at night that I may be a little confused. He may have intended that last remark for me.