Hey guys,
First of all, I have been lurking a bit and found heaps of information and good vibes, so I figured I'd do some talking myself.
I believe I have BPD, and even more so, the transparent type.
I say believe because I know I have a mental disorder, but have been searching and looking for the exact match, with the help of my boyfriend. I am not an adult yet (I am sixteen and a half at the moment) so I cannot do much on my own in the sense of therapists and doctors without having parental approval. I understand researching and talking to others whom I believe are relate-able isn't as effective as talking to a professional, but at the moment it is all I have.
And now I would like to talk about what I have experienced and been as well as symptoms that cause me to believe I have BPD.
I have had what some call a rough start. I try to be open minded about it and move on, but it is far from easy. I have just about the worst parents in the world that seem to hate me for no apparent reason. I am not unhappy because of the "my dad didn't give me hugs" typical ordeal, but more so for the manipulative aspect of that parental relationship. Another rough patch was my brother and his fascination with molesting me when I was too young to understand what was even happening. These things alongside being "different" and therefore a social outcast in school and sports are things I believe have "triggered" these symptoms in me. Speaking of symptoms, I haven't said them yet. So, here goes:
I believe I am two different people. Not in the sense of having multiple personalities, but in the sense that I hide who I really am. I lie and evade certain things people ask because I don't want them to know that I am hurting and a broken person. Also because I hate who I really am and don't believe anyone could love me. (This obviously puts a bit of a strain on my relationship, so it's a pain in the butt.)
I am suicidal, but too much of a wuss to go through with it. I also see some happiness in life, so don't want to give it up, but it is not a day where I don't think of taking my life, or remember that I felt that way.
I am easily angered, and when I get angry...I get furious. Irascible is what I am. Any little thing can send me into such sudden rage that I begin banging my head on walls and pulling my hair. I don't know how to stop it, either. I wish I could, but it's like a vicious circle.
I have teeter-totting relationships with my friends and family. Well...friends...I hate calling them that since I hate them so much yet love them so much. I have ended numerous friendships because I just didn't want them anymore, or they became annoying to me, when they never even changed anything in the first place...
I had a few years where I felt absolutely empty, like a hallow tree or rock. I felt like my existance was as useful as that of a mosquito. Just sucking up life and resources, not doing much. The only thing that changed that is my current relationship, but deep down I still feel it gnawing at me at times. Like..."haha you think you're full now? because you aren't."
I have mood swings like as if I am some pregnant lady or something. I have flipped out on people after just telling them nice things. I have gone from ecstatic to gloomy to angry to confused in a matter of minutes. I cannot control my emotions even as they tear me and my one good relationship in front of me.
I hurt myself. I am not a cutter, but I purposefully hit myself or make another object hit me, or am purposefully clumsy or not careful so someone causes an accident that hurts me. I have walked into incoming traffic, walked too close to the road, banged my head on my desk until it bled, punched myself, cut food too close to my fingers, you name it.
I also experience the abandonment feeling that I have read a lot about. I feel so lonely and alone when I am without my rock...my boyfriend. I feel like it isn't healthy at all, but at the same time it feels like everyone has left me to rot, so if he leaves I would be done for. So it's just too difficult. I hate goodbyes and I hate being alone. The silence reminds me that I am as empty as I have ever been.
And other things that aren't BPD symptoms(I think), but that I have;
I think a lot, and it gets to the point where my head is spinning and it just stops and I think of nothing at all, like complete emptiness.
I only trust one person, and it is not myself
I find it difficult to cope with sadness, and cry easily, and also cry when I am super angry.
I think I waste people's time when they talk to me, because I am a waste myself.
I hate myself despite people complimenting me or saying nice things.
And after typing all this, I am not sure what I am looking for. Helpful words or wisdom. Reassurance or understanding...
Thanks