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Hi again Trying,
In re-reading your post, which had a lot to unpack, I see many similarities with my adult BPD stepdaughter. I agree with Sancho, it's likely your dear daughter isn't sleeping well. I bet she's scrolling on her phone at night (just like my stepdaughter did), simultaneously feeling left out and less than her peers. Meanwhile, she's freaking out about her studies. She might view screen time as a distraction, to get her mind off her troubles, but what's really happening is she's procrastinating and losing sleep too. Even if she's in bed for twelve hours straight, that doesn't mean she's getting rest. And then in the morning, she's freaking out, tired and cranky. She feels crappy, and her mood reflects that. She doens't "get" that she feels temporarily fatigued, that she'll have to power through the day, and that the best course of action is to put herself to bed at a reasonable hour the next night, to get some restorative sleep and feel better tomorrow. Rather, she catastrophises and feels awful, concluding that her life is terrible. At the same time, she's beating herself up over and over again, wondering why she can't seem to get her school work done, and she's afraid she's going to get bad grades, if she's not failing already. So she lashes out at you, calling you stupid.
Look, both of my stepdaughters fell apart at the beginning of sophomore year in college. The support offered to first-years (orientation, get-to-know-you activities, etc.) was withdrawn. The friendship circles were already solidified. The newness faded. The dynamics of living on campus became challenging, especially between roommates in cramped quarters. My stepdaughters had short tempers, and their general demeanor was petulant and demanding, which meant they lost former friends and were kicked out of rooming situations, making them feel abandoned. In parallel, the classes weren't the easy, introductory classes anymore--coursework got harder. Students had to pick a major. In the case of my BPD stepdaughter, she had a childhood dream about a certain career, which had a challenging acedemic track. When she started taking the required classes, she realized she just couldn't handle them. Maybe she could handle them intellectually, but emotionally, she couldn't muster the sustained focus or discipline she needed to study, as she was ruminating about negative thoughts all the time. She started skipping some classes in avoidance, and she quickly got too far behind. Her "dream" came crashing down. She felt lost, disappointed, incompetent. She didn't understand that she could find a tutor, change majors, or transfer to another college that was more suited to her academic level. You see, she catastrophized everything, and her volatile emotions hijacked her brain, which had no bandwidth left to find a more logical solution to her problems. I'm sure she felt she was letting her parents down. She hid her troubles until she couldn't take it anymore and attempted suicide (both stepdaughters did this, but only one was diagnosed with BPD). But college isn't for everybody, and college isn't the only pathway to a happy adulthood. These days, with online learning options, it's perfectly possible to delay college courses, take a lighter courseload or learn at a more maneagable pace. It doesn't mean she's dumb. She just needs a pace that is better suited to her current emotional level.
As for the boundaries in the home, the reality is that your daughter is an adult. I'm sure she uses that status to her advantage. I think that the standard, child-based punishments don't work anymore (withdrawal of dessert/car privileges/phone time, etc.). She'll say, you can't take MY phone, I'm an adult. And she's right. But what you can say is, You're right. You're an adult, and adults can choose to pay for their own phones or go without. Adults can choose to eat with the family, but if they don't, then they are responsible to prepare or buy their own food. They can use the kitchen as long as they clean up after themselves. Fair enough?
I know, it's not easy, because the most likely scenario is that the status quo will reign in your household: your daughter will continue to hide in her room, lash out and feel miserable full-time. It may be that you have to let her live that way until she's so miserable that she hits bottom and moves out, or decides to take therapy seriously. If she moves out, her problems will stay exactly the same, but she might have to learn that the hard way--yet she won't have you around to blame anymore. And maybe that's when she prioritizes therapy, i.e. following her doctor's instructions and learning healthy habits. That's what my stepdaughter did. It's weird, because her dad and I have always emphasized healthy habits (eating right, sleeping at nighttime on a regular schedule, getting regular exercise) as the backbone of general health and well-being. But she had to hear it from doctors to believe it. I think that therapy emphasizes all those healthy habits, one way or another. And once she focussed on building a healthy routine, in addition to taking medications as prescribed (and avoiding illicit substances), she turned things around pretty quickly. You see, a healthy routine is predictable, and it also reduces stress! An added benefit is that a healthy routine can help solidify her identity: "I'm a pescatarian/athlete/enjoy yoga/drink ginger tea after dinner/sleep well/create art when I'm stressed."
My BPD stepdaughter also says she was a victim of sexual assualt. I'm truly sorry for anyone who suffers that misfortune. But I can't help but have some doubts about her story, because (i) the fact patterns and timelines don't align and (ii) her other stories of purported "assuault" are completely twisted beyond all recognition. Her entire vocabulary of trauma, assualt and abuse has involved a re-definition of the conventional words. Now, I have no doubt that she has felt pain and victimization. But I think she makes up a lot of scenarios in her head and blows a lot of things completely out of proportion. One example is when she accused her aunt of abusing her, when what really happened is her aunt offered her some water. Her emotional reaction was so over-the-top that she threatened her dear aunt with violence. What a nightmare indeed. Come to think of it, the BPD brain might resemble a nightmare sometimes--thinking disturbing, twisted, bizzare stories that at the same time feel very real.
Just my two cents.
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