Today, my boyfriend told me that I should tell my grandparents about my BPD. He was telling me that they have a right to know so they can understand why I act the way I act, because a lot of times, it's very confusing. And it would resolve a lot of problems.
He was right. I had to tell them. So I decided that I would.
Welp... That turned out horrible. They go off telling me that I'm over reacting and that I don't have BPD. They tell me that I'm being overly sensitive and that I need to grow up. I'm being a spoiled brat and I am just trying to get my own way. And then that it is impossible for me to feel the way I feel because no normal person can handle that kind of stress. And that I should pray to Jesus more. They spent over 15 minutes praying, while during the prayer, it was filled with them still mocking me and talking crap (just more Jesus-like and filled with pretty words), but their attitudes were still the same.
I feel like I don't have no support system whatsoever. I cannot go to my boyfriend about it because I promised him that I would not run to him for emotional support 24/7. I just can't throw my stuff at him. I refuse to talk to our friend about it because he is tired of me and has resorted to threatening me because of five ######6 dollars (long story, that was HIS fault to begin with). I can't go to my psychologist because I just don't feel like she can handle my problems any more. And I don't know what to do.
I feel like crying my eyes out. All I wanted was for them to at least be accepting. But no, they would rather hide the problem and act like it doesn't exist. I just feel like a complete failure.
I was having a good day today. UNTIL I decided to go and follow my boyfriend's advice. Part of me want to hit him because of it, but at the same time, I know he meant well. Tomorrow, I'm going to see my boyfriend and I am going to ask him if I can make a call on his cell phone. I'm going to call the therapist. I NEED to sort this out. May my family be supportive of me or not.
The people in my family that I wanted to get support from don't want to give it. My mom thinks I'm just an oddball and that I'm fine. My sister is skeptical about it. And my grandparents think that JEZUZ is the answer, along with rubbing dirt on it and move on.
I must be a really bad person if nobody wants to support me on getting better...