I received my PTSD diagnosis last after I became a victim in a violent crime that did not involve rap...
I have PTSD from years of sexual abuse plus a relationship I was in as an adult. I've also been...
I'm Borderline too, and it makes me feel good to know you've got a support group to (presumably) meet with personally. That puts you light years ahead of me in my recovery & gives me something more to work toward.
My biggest challenge of the many BPD presents is establishing a stable sense of identity.
I know these symptoms are all insidiously tangled and can never allow themselves to be confronted alone.
When I feel for a moment that I get ahold of one of them and another one creeps around behind me and kicks me square in the ass!
Yet I'm somehow surprised by it each time. Hmm.
It's no accident, though, that the metaphor I use is one of physical violence. Yep, that's a big part of what my "normal" was growing up.
And I totally relate to not wanting to mention being BPD to people close to me. It's the reason I've no people close to me any longer. We've little street cred-or anywhere cred-once that kitty cat's outta the bag!
My circle of influence/friendships went out with the end of my marriage last July and I've decided that isolation is preferable to trying to get out of social situations I absolutely dreaded.
I live full time in my RV with only my sweet girl doggie for company. So warm and cuddly on a chilly evening, and always so agreeable. Talk about having something to work toward.
Self care in this environment can get away from me, to the point where FS' example of the fleas is still accurate for me and Sophie, it's just that I'm the one with the fleas.
I know we're supposed to dread isolation yet abhor intimacy, which I do with vigor.
Only another Borderline (or a specialist, like the one who diagnosed me eight years ago- I'm 51 now) gets it. Well-intentioned others can and will say they do but, not so much.
What is the ol' saying about what the Road to Hell is paved with? $h!+! We know that the Real Road to Hell leads directly to us sometimes.
Yes, like you said FS8, recovery's the job of a lifetime, the gift that keeps on givin' the whole year through...
Wish I could say I was just kidding, but that leads me to my last, long-awaited point:
FireSign, I get what you say about that twisted sense of humor. I'm pretty sure nobody gets me either, except maybe me! See? Twisted, perhaps, but if I'm gonna be twisted, I'm gonna be Tiffany Twisted..!
I'm renting a room in the Hotel Colorado (sic)..!
With all the peace and hugs and kindness I can muster,
Rich and Sophie, from Denver
PS: We're in AZ now . It's still winter up there (hee-hee!)