Just between me and you people on this wonderful website! I am having a really tough time at the moment. My siblings all have personalty issues. I'm the only one who seeks any kind of healthy outlook. I feel very lonely. My twin has been diagnosed with BPD but has denied it for years. She has manipulated and used counter strategies to curry favour with them and takes great pride in announcing how she is the 'only one' who talks to everyone while sabotaging anything healthy and determined to stop me being in the family at all. She'd take the air out of the room if she could.
I find it really hard to walk away because I have a 'protagonist' type personality and I go away, I calm down, I think if I stop talking to her, she'll have no one, she'll just hurt other people I promised my parents before they die, she's has a child so on and so forth.
One the one hand how can I be so arrogant to think that she should share my perspective and that it will ever make a drip of difference if she did. I have to make all the effort, this is the only way.
The other side to it is that because of her manipulations and blackmailing, I will loose touch with my family because and I could loose them all and it breaks my heart.
If I don't, I will become an over sentimental. snivelling whingeing victim that ended up with high scores in the anxiety and depression questionnaires my therapist gave me. He said- "do not let your twin back into your life", following months of work.
My dad was dying, I thought I could help so I did!
I've been reading "stop walking on eggshells shells". It's helped me enormously but it really focuses on maintaining relationships. It's helped me understand her perspective. But I have tried with boundaries for so long and I get no respect. She is relentless of course she is. She can't help it, but she is out to destroy me to fill her emptiness. I'm frightened of her rage attacks, my palpitations and insomnia are back.
I'm signing up for therapy again and it can't continue like this. I'm looking to get slowly back to that place with no hope, that faces up things and calls time. Just acceptance of bpd in all its dreadfulness. Once the future looks hopeful again, I can begin to heal.
I love you sis but Im done! this isnt working for either of us. (This is the breakup letter I can't send you, on the help page I can't tell you about).


