I was diagnosed with Borderline, well Emotionally unstable about 2 weeks ago. When bdp was first mentioned I let my boss know this was on the cards (along with severe depression, insomnia and ptsd which were diagnosed over the past several months), he seemed supportive. Mentioned emotionally unstable and he recoiled asking if I was a danger to others etc. Made me feel like shit, I asked that on my care plan its referred to as bdp as it seems more acceptable.
The road to this assessment has been long. Started with going to the gp about depression. Signed off, given AD's and a referral made to psychological and welfare. Was diagnosed with PTSD and insomnia, talking therapies declined as it wasn't right so referred to Crisis (self-harming and having suicidal thoughts). AD's changed several times as some made me worse, 12 weeks signed off from their service (that's all they offer) and referred to personality disorder unit. Diagnosed as borderline and now on waiting list for something called STEPPS which is several months long.
In the meantime, on AD's, and still phoning Crisis and Samaritans because I am not coping. I am scared to go out in case the voices get too much again and I throw myself in front of a bus. At home, all knives and blades have been removed, I am allowed Needles and certain plastic cups because I cannot go deep with them. Meds I can only have what I need for the day, the rest are locked away. Which crisis (self-referred back as I had been on their books) and personality unit know about. Also told them how I now creative in how I SH (won't mention online as I don't want to give others ideas) when queried how I manage without blades.
It's hell. Now on the max dose of the AD's. Not sure what happens it these don't work, been on all the others SSri's. The more assessments that have been done, the more doors that are opening, and staying opening, which is making other things harder. Again they know this.
Have been off work for several months. Tried to go back several times but had to be talked home as I pass busy roads, water, and a notorious bridge referred to as suicidal bridge (no other route).
SSP has now run out. My wages no longer cover rent never mind anything else. Waiting back to here from HB and about ESA. Hearing the horror stories about these I am doubtful. And I try not to think about that too much as it escalates the SH.
On the plus, I am skint so can no longer afford any sensations seeking activities, the free ones I am too scared to go out. Single anyway so always lonely, and there's no one left to abandon me as I have chased everyone away, this was something I can control and it felt awesome. I'm in my own little bubble.