I fear my post last night was a tad dramatic. I was having a stressful night with a poorly baby.
I have head many years of medication and therapy started from age 11. I’ve had 2 admissions (non sectioned) into psychiatric hospital for a month and a fortnight respectively. It was when I was in said hospital that a specialist came to see me and gave me the bpd diagnosis. I had previously been living with the belief I had severe manic depression and bipolar with schizophrenic tendencies.
I started a group BPD therapy but honestly it was so unhelpful for me. I was very young and had just found out I was pregnant (complete accident. I used contraception and have PCOS and never had periods so it was a bloody miracle conception) and in a group of 13, 12 women and 1 young guy, 7 of them had children, only 1 of them had custody of their children. That was a truly terrifying place for me. Seeing all these women who were ‘adults’ to me, and seeing how much of a mess their life was. I couldn’t do it. The whole therapy was 1 day a week for a year, then 3 days a week for 6 months, and then 5 days a week for a year. It was a bloody full time job. Basically how to function as a normal person and not act on your crazy impulses. But as I was in the beginning stage, it was essentially a meeting where we went round the group and shared the awful things we had done that week.
I came off all medication for the whole of my pregnancy and I honestly think depression was my worst problem. I was addicted to being depressed and it was all I knew. But I dragged myself out of it for the sake of my unborn baby. There was no way in hell was I going to do anything to jeopardise my baby.
I have 2 children now. I’m a good mum. I may shout and use chocolate as a bribe too often, and the telly is on more than recommended. But I’m still off medication and my god they keep me from ever being my old self again. They have made me new.
You’re right when you say our view of the world is distorted. The way I see things feels so different from the way my partner sees things and I cannot fathom any other view than my own. I can’t understand why people feel certain things or do certain things. I can never just go ‘ah well each to their own’. It makes me tear my hair out (literally. I have trichotillamania) that the world doesn’t work the way I see it.
The gods honest truth is I know if I hadn’t fell pregnant when I did, I would be dead. I had nothing but the downwards self destructive path I was on, and it was only a matter of time before I threw myself off a bridge or in front of a lorry.
I am a terrible obsessive person. I will swing from thing to thing and it will be my main focus and I can’t see anything else but that. Which in itself isn’t terrible because I am very positive and creative and just have so many things I am so passionate about. My kids ground me and pull me back away from complete obsessive manic episodes. Instead I’ll just start baking and we will bake from breakfast till bedtime and cover the house in muffins and cakes and bread and then realise we have no where to put them.
I’m sorry I really have waffled on. I love my partner and I know he loves me fiercely, he is very protective of me which can be frustrating, but he only worries that the dark place in my head will come out again. But for now, he grits his teeth and bares it and says that he wouldn’t change me because the ups far outweigh the downs.
Your partner sounds like he’s in a very bad place. I’ve been in that place. Now I’m not saying ‘have a baby! It fixes everything!’ Because that is ridiculous. But what I am saying is that for some people, things get better. I forced it better. But I had hormones on my side. It doesn’t have to be a relationship where you are just making excuses and taking all the crap from someone because they cant stop themselves.
I imagine if wouldn’t be too different to living with someone with Aspergers. They are the way they are and it doesn’t change. But provided they are functioning independently and not in a bad place, it doesn’t have to be anything other than a normal ish relationship.
Your ex is in a bad place. You need to decide if you WANT to be by his side through this. At the end of the day, I doubt you will make much difference go his recovery or progression. A partner isn’t a big enough drive. And you need to decide if that’s the life you are choosing for yourself. Because it’s very common for people with BPD to have severe irrational insecure abandonment issues. So if you are going to walk away and have your life without this, now is the time.
This is obviously just my opinion and my journey briefly. But I do think that now is the time to decide if you stay or go.
Also PP mentioned passing on any mental illness to potential children. It’s something I feel sick about every day. Looking at my beautiful babies and wondering if they will ever go through the twisted pain that I have, of their mind against them. It’s uncommon for men to pass it on. But it’s always possible.