I blame my parents a LOT... my mom is bpd, my dad is npd...
I know if I had normal parents I wold not have ended up this way... I know it was the loooong years of neglect and total social isolation, the lack of support, the verbal abuse, the emotional games, having to parent my mother who substituted food for love and attention, or occasionally became overbearing and scary, and being ignored by my father except in expectations that never yielded love either.
I also blame the world that nobody saved me from my parents. Not even the government who threatened me every year before I left school for being truant so much. They acted like they cared but it was empty warnings. Nobody stepped in when I left middle school. Nobody told my parents to actually educate me all those years. Nobody told them to socialize me. Nobody told them to love me or care about me. Nobody cared when all they wanted was to use me.
I feel like I have spent this life fighting an enemy nobody could see... and it only existed to begin with BECAUSE absolutely nobody could see it. They just saw me making excuses.
You can call that a blame game but it's hard to care. I am so jealous of people who had a normal life growing up who the world worked FOR not against.
Edit: but then I feel guilty because my mother is a child of abuse and her parents caused HER bpd. So it's just a ###$ up cycle. Ugh.