Hi everyone,
I'm new here and although I've never been officially diagnosed, I've done a lot of research and I think I have a lot of BPD tendencies.
A bit of background:
My mom was a single mom who married my stepdad when I was 9. He's kind of a jerk, and my mom chose him over me (long story). I met my natural father when I was 11, after my mom called him and begged him to take me (my stepdad had beat me up). He wouldn't take me but he agreed to meet me. I saw him for a couple of summers until he dropped me off at my grandma's one year, called me the b**** from hell, and didn't call me again. I have no relationship with him.
I moved out of my home when I was 11 and moved around frequently after that, from family members to friends houses, all the way to high school. I was my own guardian in high school, and was technically homeless for part of that time, although I never had to sleep on the street (I just didn't know where my bed would be from night to night).
After I graduated I moved away. I met and married a man when I was 19. We had two children right away, and we were divorced 5 years ago. Our marriage was rocky from the start, and our divorce was rough.
I rebounded 6 months after my marriage ended into an extemely abusive relationship. I'm pretty sure, looking back, that he had a PD, maybe NPD or AsPD. I also contributed to this abuse though. I was needy, clingy and insecure.
I started seeing a man almost a year ago and I've noticed behaviors in myself that, if I don't change, are going to drive this man away. There are other issues too but I won't get into them here.
I don't fit all of the "criteria" (?). I'm not suicidal, I don't do drugs or drink (except socially), I don't cut or hurt myself.
Here are some of the things I struggle with
- I have a huge fear of abandonment. I was reading about object constancy (I think that's what its called?) And it fits me to a tee. I wait for people I love to leave me. I have this fear that if I don't talk to my partner for a day or two, he's going to either find someone else or just forget about me.
- I can manipulate people easily. I've always known how. My mom and stepdad will point this out to anyone they can. I feel ashamed to even write this. I don't want to be this way.
- I'm very emotional. My emotions can change very quickly, especially from upset to happy and vice versa. For example, if my partner says something and I feel like it could be a form of rejection I feel instant panic and I get defensive, lashing out. I don't scream or yell or swear or call him names but I still am wrong, and its still inappropriate. Sometimes when I'm going off I can even see how dumb I look as I'm doing it. Likewise, if my partner says something reassuring, I can calm down almost instantly and then I'm happy. I still feel awful though. Sometimes I can't stand myself, the way I act. It has to be so fristrating for him sometimes, so confusing to have to deal with my moodiness. I think we have more ups than downs but then when I do go off I think to myself "that's it, he finally is going to see that you're not worth it and he's gone for good now"
- I have never lived in the same place for a long period of time, and don't ever feel settled
- I have trouble holding down jobs.. This one is really embarrassing for me to admit. I feel like a failure because of this, and very ashamed. I want to change this.
- I have shoplifted in the past. I am a christian, and this is a terrifying secret that I keep. Again, I feel guilty about this and very ashamed of myself. I know how wrong it is and how wrong I was to do it.
- I sabotage my own success. I have planned to go back to school a few times now, and have procrastinated things so badly that it just didn't happen
- I rarely ever feel like I fit in anywhere. I try but I don't feel confident. I feel awkward, like people have me figured out or if they don't, they will soon and they'll see how worthless I am. After all, what substance do I have to offer them?
I'm sorry, this was longer than I meant it to be. I'm sure there's more but those are the basics of me..
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