This is a difficult topic for me.
I am posting this thread because I am looking for feedback from individuals diagnosed with BPD -- looking to engage with those that stand upon similar ground and see if there are any other commonalities (and trying to pinpoint where we diverge). I am conflicted because I have been diagnosed with BPD for about six months, but the diagnosis still doesn't make complete sense. A lot of it fully resonates with what I experience -- in fact, all of it does. But I feel as though there are parts of me that the diagnosis does not touch, does not expose, and does not come anywhere close to explaining.
I experience, in rather heavy degrees, things that the borderline diagnosis does not whisper at. They scare me, and always have. They are scaring me more fully now because when I read all of your posts on this board, I get them, but there's this darkness behind all of it that relatively few others seem to experience. The intense emotions -- I get them. The abyss-esque empathy -- I get this. The sheer terror of abandonment -- I understand this. The complete repulsion of living in one's own skin -- I know this. But there is something else, as well. Something that seems to cancel all of that out.
It's... like... there are two of me. Which may be the epitome of borderline splitting, I don't know. But it feels as though there is one part of me that is a deeply feeling, deeply emotional, and deeply empathetic individual. And then, existing in perfect tandem, is the other part of me -- the part of me that, even as I witness someone's heartbroken tears and fully recognize the deep anguish behind them, doesn't, ultimately, give a flying f*ck. The part of me that 100% relishes pain and suffering. The part of me that consistently experiences homicidal ideation. The part of me that could stand laughing in the middle of the apocalypse, waiting to unleash everything I've kept suppressed -- all of my hidden desires -- because lawlessness would prevail and I could finally have what I have desired for so long. I understand the point of the laws in our society. But I rarely ever find the deeds that require their enactments ever wrong. I understand that society at large finds those deeds to be wrong, and I respect the laws because of this. But to say that the acts are wrong? I'm usually in full disagreement.
When I read your posts, I feel your pain. But, ultimately, your pain has no meaning. In fact, it is so meaningless that I can find pleasure in it. I am the person that can hold your hand as you cry, fully understanding your reasons (or, at least, thinking that I do), and still be unconcerned. Untouched. How can this be?
I know the dangers of pigeon-holing oneself into a diagnosis, and I know that a diagnosis should never be used as a self-defining label. But a diagnosis should be used to identify problems with living, and it should be able to pinpoint the areas of limitation and be able to provide a path with which to move away from those limitations.
A while back, a therapist brought up the mildly unpleasant suggestion that I have ASPD traits (misanthropy, philosophical lawlessness, lack of "classical" empathy). She thought that my world view was similar to that of the classical definition of psychopathy, but assured me that there was nothing inherently wrong with it because I understood the ramifications of ignoring it. But the problem is -- how can asociality and empathy co-exist? Maybe I don't have empathy at all? Understanding someone's pain (even if you feel it like it is happening to you) and caring about it, are, ultimately, two different things. I don't think I care. At all.
I know there are a limited number of you that have discussed antisocial feelings/thoughts/behaviours (the ones that currently come to mind are ajrocker and AliceWonders), and I would like to know how you think those thoughts and behaviours fit into the BPD diagnosis. Because I feel broken, and strange. I hate that I can understand pain for its darkness, and relish it for that same darkness. I worry that the lines may, one day, not be so distinct. They are becoming less clear cut with each passing day.