Agree entirely will all the above.
For me there are three main issues.
- Is BPD a real thing, a valid and useful diagnosis, one that describes a defined problem and guides effective treatment?
- Are people with a diagnosis of BPD being treated with respect? Should they be?
- Are people being misdiagnosed with BPD?
IMO the answer to 2 is no, they're not treated well, and yes, they should be.
The answers to 1 and 3 are linked. I'm not sure if BPD is a real, defined thing (and have a suspicion that people diagnosed with it are a motley bunch of autistics, manic-depressives, and victims of trauma, or combinations thereof), but if it is, then it is important that people are correctly diagnosed, so that they can receive the correct treatment for their ASD, bipolar disorder, PTSD, shit life syndrome, or BPD. If it's not a real thing, then neither is misdiagnosis, and the label needs to be binned altogether.
What always remains constant is that people with BPD should not be discriminated against, invalidated, retraumatised, poisoned, ignored, laughed at, avoided, gossiped about, given up on, made subject to assumptions that they are manipulative at vindictive, or any of the other things they have to suffer at the hands of mental health services.
I wanted rid of my BPD diagnosis for four reasons:
- I'm not sure it's a scientifically-valid disease entity.
- The diagnosis did not lead to useful treatment for me.
- I did not recognise myself in the diagnostic criteria.
- I was treated like shit because of the diagnosis and for selfish reasons didn't want it applied to me.
I realise that reason 4 looks a bit like throwing people with "real BPD" under the bus. But I think that some of the treatment I received was deplorable, whether the diagnosis was "correct" or not.
I do recognise that some people do identify with the diagnosis and believe that it's helpful for them in getting the right treatment. I really do.
But nobody should ignore the vast numbers of women who receive this diagnosis and have their needs ignored, instead getting shunted into PD services and required to accept a stigmatising (and very sticky) label, one which says to professionals, "You can do what you like to me and nobody will believe me or care", in order to receive "help" that often does no good and much harm.