My dad has untreated BPD that unfortunately I have been on the receiving end of for most of my life.
Through my life as the only child of my father, I have had to deal with being screamed at and called names on a regular basis. One time, he even wrapped his hands around my throat to choke me. In other examples, he has threatened suicide to me, he once told me that I was an accident and that my mom wanted to abort me, he once threatened to flush my favourite stuffed animal down the toilet when I was 8 years old, et cetera - lots of abusive behaviours that no child should go through. All that said, I have loved him my entire life. I have stuck completely by his side and I have bent over backwards for him. Never once did he apologize for these things he has done, and I always forgave him immediately, because on some level, I understood he had a disorder (and only learned later in life what that disorder is). I tried so hard growing up to make him proud of me and to love me. All of this was in vain, as after 22 years of an incredibly rocky relationship, he cut me out of his life just over one year ago - just shy of my 23rd birthday (I am 24 now).
It all started when we had a tiny fight: we were watching a Youtube video, he started talking, and I shushed him by accident. I apologized, but it didn't matter. He got angry at me, as per usual, and I stood up for myself for the first time. When he started screaming at me, I just couldn't take it anymore. I finally yelled back for the first time in my life. I screamed. I cried. The whole thing lasted about two minutes before I ran out of his apartment.
And then I immediately realized what I had done. I knew that standing up to him was a huge mistake, given his anger issues. I texted him a million times to apologize. I asked to see him in person on another day to apologize. It didn't matter. He didn't answer the phone or reply to my texts. I was already dead to him.
A few weeks later, I tried calling him again to apologize, but this time was different - the line kept going dead. I was so upset about it that I had my cousin ask my aunt what had happened - it turns out, he changed his phone number specifically so I couldn't contact him anymore.
I was my dad's best friend (or, I thought I was). I saw him every week for lunch. We talked all the time on the phone or via text message. When he wasn't angry, we were close - we joked around, watched movies, and just had fun together. And now... I can't even hear his voice.
Since that point, I've tried contacting him. I've sent him 10 emails (no idea if he reads them), and two hand-written letters. All of these have begged for his forgiveness. Radio silence in response.
It has been one year, and I am still so, so upset. I am seeing a therapist to finally unravel the abuse and what it has done to my life -- I am EXTREMELY passive, a people-pleaser, anxious, etc and finally beginning to understand where it likely came from. I am trying to pick up the shattered pieces of my heart. I understand that he is an abuser. I understand that he is not a good dad and not someone I need in my life. But at the same time, he is my dad and for some reason I still love him unconditionally. I regret everything I did, though my therapist tells me that I should be proud of myself for standing up for myself, and that my anger was normal and justified. I just know if I hadn't stood up for myself, he would still be in my life today. Isn't that messed up?
My biggest fear is that my dad will pass away (he has a lot of health issues) before he forgives me and I will never see him again. I imagine myself as an 80 year old woman on my death bed looking over my life and thinking "I never was able to say goodbye to my dad". It is a horrific thought that brings tears to my eyes and makes me feel completely desperate to talk to him again.
You may be wondering why I am sharing all this. After all, it has been a year. Well, the point of me sharing my story is that I have been trying to find comfort from books like "Stop Walking on Eggshells" and others, but I cannot even use the tips in those books because I don't even have a way of talking to my dad to try those tips out (e.g., setting boundaries). I feel completely lost on what to do. He has cut out family members before, but I never in a million years thought it would be me he would do this to, because I am his only kid.
So, has anyone else been cut out by a BPD family member or friend? What was that like? Were you able to "win them back"?