• IdiotTheWise

It ain't cute.

Borderline Personality Disorder isn’t being cute and ‘clingy’ and ‘adorably needy’. Being with (romantic or otherwise) someone with BPD isn’t akin to taking care of a pet. BPD isn’t an ‘aw it’s so endearing that they need me so badly’ type of thing. BPD is a horrid mental illness that is a conglomeration of several different tendencies and it’s not easy to diagnose. You don’t just decide you have it, just like you don’t decide you’re depressed because you had a bad day, or you don’t decide you’re bipolar because your mood changes quickly sometimes. Believe me, you don’t want it. I don't wish it on anyone.  BPD is turning nothing into everything, is knowing you’re being irrational and not being able to stop regardless, is trying to suppress a breakdown for fear of being abusive or of manipulating the person you’re talking to into having to take care of you when they really don’t want to at all. It’s thinking someone doesn’t care about you anymore because they made a new friend. It’s automatically registering new people as a threat. It’s a hellish fear of abandonment and rejection that’s damn near omnipresent. It’s being able to shift from ‘I love you so much!’ to ‘I don’t give a fuck, you're a cunt, I hate you, I don’t ever want to talk to you’ and back at the drop of a hat. It’s finding identity in a drastic image change, and then feeling unsafe and desperately trying to fix it before you have to go out. It’s seeing someone you admire and trying to emulate them because you have no idea who you are. It’s waking up and trying to be a new person every day. Go vegan, go metal, go new age, go sporty, cut your hair, change your beard, gain muscle, lose weight, and never feel quite there. Ever. Total limbo.  It’s comprehending ‘love’ as ‘pity’ and wanting to rip yourself apart if their tone is all too casual when your friend or love interest is returning compliments or affection. It’s regretting saying anything about your mood and desperately trying to turn the conversation around while simultaneously BURSTING to get it out. It’s wanting to bleed yourself dry as opposed to cry in someone’s arms because, at least then, they don’t have to clean your wounds for you. They won’t hate you. They won’t be annoyed. Just cut.  It’s the constant battle, every time you get upset, of, “Is this worth being sad about? Is it worth talking about? What is more abusive, talking about this or hiding it? If I tell them I’ll bring them down and I’ll "guilt trip" them and they will resent me and it will all be my fault. If I don’t, I’m a disgusting liar, I’m manipulative, I’m untrustworthy.” It’s wondering if you’re faking your symptoms. It’s disassociating and feeling like a ghost for days. It’s feeling like you aren’t real, and then wishing you weren’t. Wanting to dissappear. It’s fear, a lack of self, and about a million different thoughts running through your head at all times. It’s trying to live and stay alive for the people you love as opposed to yourself. It’s feeling suicidal and then feeling bad for feeling suicidal because, whoops, you’re being "manipulative". 


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