Sometime ago I started to wonder if I suffer from BPD. Either that or I'm a just a guy who is in a lot of pain. Much of What I feel is subjective and I keep it all to myself so will try to ilustrate with something more reliable and that is the last relationship I had with Girl.
It's been a long time. WHen I was with her, most of the time what I felt was pain, fear. I thought I was in love. Many times when I was mad at her, usually about something trivial, I would give her the silence treatment. Once I picked her up, went to the movies and dropped her without sayng a word, just ignoring her. I felt pain for doing that but also a sense of pleasure for hurting her,a sense of being in control. I would be bad at her usually because she wouldn't do something I wanted when I wanted. The odd thing is: She had a boyfriend when we just started hangiung out and I didn't care. It's not because I didn't care about her but I acted like this boyfriend didn't exist, I felt like he didn't exist. In the other hand I was really needy with her. She probably had her issues too but she was a nice girl. And I could be so cruel with her, with this silence treatment thing, trying to get into a fight for no reason just because I was in pain or I wanted to push her away.
We used to break up a lot. I couldn't stand when things were just ok. Sometimes I would argue with her about her boyfriend just to pick a fight. I would use it against her but I didn't mean for her to break up even if I asked her that. I feared I couldn't handle a real relationship. On the many months we were together I couldn't have sex with her. I felt so much fear, so much pain. The pain then would just get worse as I would be afraid she would leave for not being able to make love to her. Even when she asked me to.
In the end of that year I got into a really bad depression as I quit my meds. I liked her(believe me I did) but I wanted her away. She even left her boyfriend and asked me if we could be together. She said we should have a real relationship. I said no to her. This, after insisting on her to break up for months. I was scared to death. I was so afraid of her and what she made me feel..
During the next year my depression just got worse and Almost died after a suicide attempt. That was 2004.