Hello, I've found my way here because of recently realizing that my mother had BPD traits. I was devalued and I believed it. My relationship with her had a profound impact on my mental health, including emotional neglect, anxiety, depression. I am ADHD, highly sensitive. I found myself, at the age of < 18 going to the library to find out how to help my mother be a better mother but it didn't matter. She didn't change. We argued constantly it seemed. I kept trying and trying and trying over and over and over to bond with her. I had no idea what was going on.
Hi nordeuro,
This is the story of my life with my diagnosed (7 years ago) BPD mom. She was abusive and scary in every way from my earliest memory. I felt constantly rejected and unloved. She ridiculed everything about me.
By the time I reached adulthood and early 20s, I found myself accepting that I was a horrible person and almost ruined my life. I found a way to get away from my parents but it didn't stop me from finding myself in repeated relationships with persons who suffer from various issues all similar to BPD and/or Cluster B type personalities. Most lately, I found myself involved with a person who seemed completely normal at first, was engaging and interesting, I had no clue that I had again found myself with someone who exhibits classic BPD traits, and I fed right into it and now I'm shaking my head at all that has happened in just a short amount of time.
I’m glad you left this person! This has been the story of my life with romantic relationships.
A bpd parent can take on many classifications per Christine Ann Lawson’s book ‘Understanding The Borderline Mother.’ Mine dabbles a bit in waif, queen, and hermit. Her main characteristic is witch. She had no kindness or charm. I would be happy when a super nice and intelligent guy would be extremely interested in me and accelerate things quickly. He was nothing like my mother and I could avoid that gnawing, painful all-consuming fear of being rejected.
They all turned out to be just like my mother. Now I see I was being love bombed and set up to be abused.
A part of me has never given up on bonding with my mother, believing that if I don't, I cannot continue to develop as a human being. I see now that I have no choice but to give up but I don't know how. I spent so much time forgiving her and accepting that she was who she was.
This was what I had to do in my quest to heal. I couldn’t go forward without it. I’ve been helped by going to Codependents Anonymous. It helps me to feel less alone to hear the stories of people there who’ve had dissatisfying relationships due to abusive backgrounds.
Going to therapy helps some people. I’ll go back at some stage when I have more disposable income to seek an excellent (and expensive
Psychologist or Psychiatrist. I haven’t been helped by the therapists I’ve seen because they don’t get bpd and/or I don’t fit the stereotype of an abused person. I’ve never abused substances and have done okay with school and career.
I have also been helped by practicing my faith. I’m a Catholic and there are YouTube videos by a Catholic priest and practicing Psychologist (licensed PhD)who discusses childhood abuse and has techniques to heal emotional wounds. I’m not looking for converts or proselytizing. It’s helped me decrease negative self talk and despair.