Finally got diagnosed with this last Summer. I am 45. Since diagnosis, fuck all. 22 month waiting list for CBT in my area. CBT not what I need, DBT is what I need; that is not available. Either on NHS or private (not that I can afford private, which is just as well as nothing on offer anyway). Not on any medication. No ongoing support to speak of from mental health team. No support at home. No family support network either. Friends very limited as 1) no one understands or really wants to know and 2) am feeling extremely depressed/reclusive since diagnosis and some other (separate) previous hurts that devastated me. I no longer trust anyone to get close to, although in truth no one is arsed to anyway, and I have severe limitations in terms of being able to get close to anyone anyway. I am in no mood to make any effort, as I've had too many failures and have given up. Too much loss, too much pain, just cannot go there again. Highly likely have always been depressed thanks to inherited genes (mother bipolar, sister bipolar, father alcoholic), early bereavement of mother and general fucked up childhood. Always used to pick myself up and dust myself down despite repeated knock backs but have got to point where no longer care to. If it wasn't for my kids I'd have long since had the mother ship beam me back up, if you get my drift. Life is nothing but daily existing, for the sake of my kids.
Anyone else in similar boat with BPD? Or am I the only nutjob in the village?