dBPDh and I have been together 4 1/2 years. In the beginning it was a long distance romance and although I liked to say that many signs of the BPD were muted by the distance (and so absolving myself of my role), they were nevertheless there. Looking back, I was as much a bundle of mis-molded clay as he. Had I not been, we never would have come together. A healthy person would have let him move along while I hung onto him despite the terrible things that happened.
At first, he thought he was a sex addict. Then we realised he had ADHD, and then Generalised Anxiety Disorder. His initial treatment for sex addiction was more preparation for the really great therapy he has now. Treatment and medication for the other disorders made it possible to engage in therapy. 18 months ago he found an amazing therapist who has helped him create a safe environment to begin healing. He has been working hard since then. Weekly therapy for a lot of that time and now he goes monthly.
Of course, all the time, I
knew my only problem was his unwellness. I've been in therapy for 3 years, on and off, with a magnificent therapist who supported me so patiently and gently as the denial lifted and I realised my issues ran just as deep as his. Our backgrounds of childhood abuse, our sensitivities to rejection, abandonment, judgment, and defensiveness not so different.
We have been in peace with each other for 3 months now. One argument, which moderately escalated because I didn't manage myself well while he remained calm and several tiny, momentary tiffs. It's the longest period of peace either of us have experienced together. It's strange.
We adopted a dog, who he jokes might have BPD, since he is a rescued dog and does naughty, anxiety things when we leave him and growls to show he wants to play

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Today, life is good and I'm just trying the live in the moment so I can enjoy it and not worry about what might happen next.