I would have liked to have known what mom was diagnosed with and what the psychiatrist thought about her mental illness. Mom did not want her children to know anything about her mental illness and the psychiatrist could not disclose anything without her permission. I figured some things out indirectly by googling a list of her medications which were all visibly in one place on a counter in her home. She was taking psychiatric medication for psychosis, depression, anxiety, restless leg syndrome, insomnia, etc.,
I wish I was told as well but she kept her medical information private from us. Also, the family unspoken rule was to not disclose that she had any issues and that she was "normal". It felt like the Emperor Had No Clothes story and we'd be in trouble if we said anything.
One reason I wish I had know is- if she didn't have a disorder- then she behaved like this for some other reason. She would blame others, including us kids, and so somehow I wondered if it was my fault, and also that maybe she didn't like me.
But even as a young teen I could have understood mental illness. By high school I was looking in psychology books to see what might be going on with her as I suspected something was. BPD wasn't a main point in the books yet and no internet.
She told us her medicine was for "asthma". In college, I looked in her medicine cabinet and looked them up and realized they weren't for asthma. I naively tried to speak to one of her therapists but he wasn't willing or able to do that.
With the internet, I found BPD while looking up NPD as someone in our community was classic NPD and he was difficult to deal with. I looked this up for more information. On the page was a link to BPD and it sounded a lot like my mother.
It wasn't until BPD mother's elder years that she signed a consent for her nurse manager to speak to me. I still didn't see her actual records but the nurse carefully mentioned "PD" to me to see if I knew. I told her I thought she had BPD and the nurse agreed. By that time though, she wasn't in therapy and the medicine that helped her was for anxiety and that was the diagnosis they used.
I think a lot of confusion may have been avoided if someone had discussed BPD with me earlier- but it wasn't well known until later.
As for my own personal therapy- I haven't done it continuously. It's been more on an as needed basis. Some therapists have been more helpful than others, but a main benefit for all of them has been someone to talk to, in confidence, as these can be personal situations.