
I'm a 66-year-old mother of one daughter (who hits close to 100% of the BPD "checklist" of behaviors); grandmother of one almost 17-year old girl. Our small family has endured some big hardships in the last couple of years (granddaughter's father died of cancer, daughter married a meth addict and has created for herself some serious financial issues, my physical health very challenging). I moved into her house 6 months ago b/c of health issues. Tough under normal circumstances but for a BPD sufferer, terrible stresses. A lot of responsibility has fallen onto her. She sees her long-term (years!) therapist at least once a week, and takes her prescribed meds, which have helped her remain more stable in the past. The meth addict is out of the house for now.
In the past year, J's BPD symptoms have continued to escalate and I can see no end in sight. Many days she's a nuclear bomb with a hair trigger.
I've gotten to watch first-hand what she ("J") does to my granddaughter ("M") and I see how miserable and confused and angry she is, and it is killing me. We have talked in the past about her mom's illness, and she understands to a point, but that doesn't stop the screaming insults and paranoia and utterly inconsistent attention that she gets from J. My suggestions to J that they try some therapy together have gone unheeded.
I've done a lot of work trying to connect M to her own therapist(s), but the initial appointments always fail for some mysterious reason, and J does not pursue them further.
As for myself, I am guilty of (1) picking a terrible, ultimately seriously mentally ill person to father a child and (2) however inadvertently, putting her in the way of a pedophile when she was 6. So she has both genetic and environmental aspects to her illness, both thanks to me. And, yes, I divorced her father when she was 2, and put her into therapy immediately after she told me about the abuse, but the harm was already done.
This is my fault. But sticking around is really hard. What I have to look forward to is gutting it out for another 15 years or so, witnessing and being impacted by the chaos and misery. I'm one of the few relatively stable people in M's life. But I don't think that ultimately my presence will make a difference for her. It's obvious from the number of books and websites in support of children of BPD parents that the damage to them can be very severe. I already see hers.
I could (and would) commit suicide. But do I want my legacy to be that I abandoned my family? I know that some who read this will be offended by that idea, but I am not a believer in "life at any cost".
I would gladly welcome comments and suggestions and support from those who have
experienced similar situations. I am at a loss for what to do. Thank you.