Ok so my mum had bpd and my son has autism.
I think you are wrong that’s there’s no stigma attached to autistic behaviours. In fact I think autism is usually the excuse given for lots of poor behaviour, even when it’s not autism. Lots of ‘self diagnosed’ abusive people around. I know it’s hard to get an adult diagnosis but lots of people don’t even try and just keep hurting the people around them and expect it to accepted. And lots of people oblige and agree with them.
I do agree there is some stigma attached to BPD. My mum had the childhood trauma (her brother died from SIDS at 3 months) along with an emotionally abusive father.
My mum died last year, really out of the blue. I can’t even talk to a counsellor properly about her because it would make her sound awful. And she wasn’t she was sick and in the 80s there was no support. My mum loved me and my sibling so much. I loved her and feel like my life is over. But my childhood held a lot of abuse. Mum was sectioned once. At a facility so poor she escaped. Her and my dad split up she moved us around and he couldn’t find us. When he did, they got back together because dad felt we (the kids) needed the support.
But he couldn’t do it all. Things still impacted us. Like the time I had a friend over after school and got home to mum having pulled the entire contents of my wardrobe out and dumping it in my bed because it wasn’t in the order she wanted. Then told me I couldn’t do anything until I cleared it up so she sat downstairs grilling my friend because she needed to know everything I did and who I spoke to. Dad was at work.
Alot of the things she did were for attention, like I couldn’t go out without her causing drama and me having to come home. The first time she met my first proper boyfriend she stood and screamed that he was obviously far too old for me. He was 4 months older than me. There was melt downs and self harming when I wouldn’t just roll over and accept her behaviour as I got older. I was a good teen. Good grades. Never in trouble. Because I knew not to cause anymore but at 15-17 I didn’t know how to handle her, but when I stood up for myself she would lose it and threaten to Kill herself and say how much I must hate her, until I broke down and accepted whatever she wanted.
I decided not to go to uni, as she wouldn’t let me live away. I started working full time, saved up bought a house at 19 and left. I now know that that caused lots of problems and dad shielded me from how bad it was. As did my older brother, who moved out soon after.
Around the time I got pregnant she did finally accept the diagnosis and get counselling and took her meds. She was so much better and the best Nana I could ask for, for my children. But my childhood was traumatic. I haven’t even mentioned 1% here.
as a result I entered an abusive marriage at 20, that I finally got out of in my 30s. I didn’t even realise how bad it was until I was over 30. I detach very easily. I can compartmentalise to a point where I don’t deal with things. Stress builds up and it’s made me sick. I am independent to an extreme. To a point, I don’t have complete adult relationships. I live my Dp, but I refuse to be dependent financially or emotionally on him. I don’t believe, he really loves me. I don’t let him see my vulnerable. Friends don’t know me as well as they think. They don’t know about my childhood, or how I am not coping with mums death. I pushed them all away. My kids are the centre of everything and I have lived my life making sure they don’t live how I did. Dd is 18 and I think I have done a good job, though obviously make my own mistakes. I am determined they never feel beholden to me but completely supported by me. That they feel the priority.
So while I wouldn’t outwardly stigmatise BPD, I would never be involved with someone who had it. I would leave someone diagnosed with it.
I have been diagnosed with ptsd, due to my childhood and struggle every day. Especially now she had died.
I adored my mum. We had a much better relationship in the last half of my life. But that doesn’t erase what I went through.
My own opinion is that regardless of why someone acts how they do, regardless of the diagnosis if you are abusing someone, they should leave. Even if it’s temporary while the other person gets it’s under control. I see why people stay when the other person is working really hard. But my advice would be to leave, at least until they can show they can manage their behaviour and stop the abuse.
Yes, my mum was a victim of her dad. A victim of her mums breakdown when her brother died. But then I ended up being a victim of it too. I have the right to not want to a victim of others peoples trauma anymore.
I also don’t believe bpd is stigmatised anymore that other conditions.